can you give me the clothes

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It turned out that he cared about me, "Got it, got it." He closed the door, quickly combed his hair, stripped himself, and turned on the shower. The water that just came down was still icy. My body stays where it is, waiting for the water temperature to gradually rise, I rush out of the shower, put on a bathrobe, get out of the bathroom, go straight into the bedroom, fly onto the bed, take a rolled quilt, and don’t bother to change into pajamas, just so sleep.

A good night's sleep.

"Ah-headache." Joan clenched his fist and tapped his forehead. The aftermath of a hangover is always unpleasant.

"You're awake, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Waking up in the morning and hearing the voice of a strange young girl next to her, in this situation... Joan closed her eyes and thought about it. She didn't seem to have the habit of one-night stands. Besides, the other party was still a girl. The short-circuited brain finally restarted after 5 minutes.

"You're still here, that's fine, I'll take you to have lunch later before leaving." Finally remembered that this is the girl I picked up last night.

"Hey----" The intentionally prolonged ending expresses the disbelief of the owner of the voice, "An'an, are you going to drive me away? I can change what I did wrong." There is also a crying voice in the back, but the acting skills are also Exaggerated.

Joan opened his eyes, looked at her sideways with his head propped on his hands, Mo Mo was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and looked at him pitifully, but Joan would never make the same mistake twice, "Then what do you think?" How about you being a girl last night, I wouldn't drive you out, you still want to rely on me"

The girl just stared at her with watery eyes, but what she said was completely wrong, "An'an, your phone rang several times, and I didn't dare to answer it for you."

"Really?" Qiao An immediately put away his expression of ease, it's over, it's over, and when he turned on the phone, there were several missed calls from the same person, so he quickly called back, sat up and waited seriously for the call to be connected.

"Yo, you still know how to answer the phone." At the beginning there was Xingshi's questioning.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Joan smiled flatteringly here, "Sister Yu, I drank too much yesterday and overslept so I really didn't hear it, otherwise I wouldn't dare to answer your call."

There was silence for a long while, and Joan almost felt that cold sweat was about to break out on his face, and then he said quietly, "Pay attention to your body, don't mess around with your youth, today will be your day off, rest well come over."

"Have a good rest and then go there" Isn't this time that you don't need to come here today, just give me Dafang to the end.

"You don't need to come here." There was a chill in the gentle tone.

Joan felt his skin pimples all over, "No, I'm fine now, I'll pack up and be there soon."

"Come back in the afternoon." The person on the other end hung up the phone, choking Qiao An's "Thank you, Sister Yu".

"It's nothing serious." Mo Mo, who was waiting by the side, asked cautiously.

"It's nothing." Joan scratched her hair. The hair that she slept in yesterday had fallen loose at some point, and it was past 10 o'clock. "Let's have a meal first, and then talk about your problem."

"Oh." Mo Mo was stunned.

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I came to take a look today, the manuscript box was not updated on time, Chapter 1 was updated on the 14th, this chapter can only be updated today, I will visit it often next time

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

Washing up hastily, and ponytailing, Joan didn't plan to go far, so he went downstairs to pass the time.

Passing the living room, I found that the beer cans scattered around yesterday and the half-eaten instant noodle barrels had all disappeared. I have no memory of cleaning. There are two people in the room who clean up like that. Naturally, there will be no one else, "You cleaned up." Ah." Not bad.

"It's me, it's me." Mo Mo raised his right hand and jumped in front of Joan, his eyes were bright like a child begging for praise.

"Thank you." Qiao An patted her on the shoulder, pretending not to see the expectation in her eyes, I'm sorry, I haven't softened my heart enough to leave you just because I cleaned up the housework.

Qiao An walked forward without looking sideways, and Mo Mo followed silently with her mouth open. This time she really became "silent".

"Let me tell you first, I'm also working to support myself now, so I won't treat you to something good to eat. Help me put the garbage bag at the door, yo, eh, you'd better go home obediently." Put the garbage at the door , there will be cleaning staff to collect regularly, and the task of putting away the garbage is completed, so Joan leaned against the wall with his arms folded, looking at the girl in front of her with her head down and her clothes indifferently, and then thought in her heart Comments, it still looks cute.

silence----

"I see, I'm leaving now." The girl walked past Joan with heavy steps, and found out that the other party really didn't mean to keep her, and when it was meaningless to pretend to be pitiful, she walked past Joan with heavy steps. He simply tore off the camouflage, clenched his hands into fists, shouted angrily, "An'an, idiot" and turned around to enter the elevator.

Joan stretched on the spot, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm such a fool." I couldn't deny that I really had an inexplicable affection for this girl of unknown origin, but, "I don't even know my own life." I can't guarantee it, how can I take you in again, yoyixiu~ let's go eat."

When walking out of the gate of the apartment building, Joan still looked around uncontrollably, and felt a little ridiculous after confirming that there was no figure of that person, "Speaking of it, she seemed to be wearing the original clothes without a coat, where did she come from?" She ran out, she should have put on a coat before leaving, ah, it's too late to think about it now, eat, eat, eat is the most important thing."

Go to the store I often go to and pack a portion of Malatang, which is neither spicy nor spicy clear soup with sweet and sour. Qiao An unexpectedly can’t eat spicy food, especially Ma, and can’t even take a bite. Adding sweet and sour is when she was chatting with netizens somewhere in the Northeast. Amway, she tried it once and thought it was pretty good. Later, netizens gradually cut off contact, but this habit has remained.

It took 10 minutes to walk home slowly, put the packing box on the coffee table, took off the coat and scarf and threw it on the sofa, turned on the TV, sat on the floor and ate. For convenience, she bought a carpet to spread on the sofa and coffee table between the gaps.

"Hmm." After taking a bite, the noodles inside were a little lumpy, but it's okay, it's best to cook and eat in the store, but Joan doesn't like crowded places, and you love me and you on TV. I don't like my bloody romance dramas, and Qiao An doesn't change the channel. She just turns on the TV to listen to the movement. This house is still a bit empty for one person.

If two people should be just right, Qiao An's coldness comes out of this idea, yeah, rushing to walk away with cold -hearted people, or the face of the face. once.

Suddenly feeling a little upset, the food in his mouth became tasteless, forced himself to stuff half a bowl, Qiao An wiped his mouth and got up and went back to the room to get dressed, put on light makeup, rearranged his hair, opened the window of the living room for ventilation, This is the 17th floor. If the thief is willing to come, Qiao An is also willing to lose some property, send the leftover Malatang to the kitchen to dispose of, and pack his bag to go out.

Isn't this pretty good, Joan thought while changing shoes in the porch, isn't it pretty good to be alone, I should have gotten used to it long ago, what a sudden hypocrisy.

"Bang--", the sound of the door lock being clicked, the empty dàngdàng in the house returned to silence again.

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Here is Chapter 3 that is still in the manuscript box. If you think this article can still be read, please be sure to bookmark and comment. Now I don’t know how many people will be able to read this article, but please read it With your support, the scumbag author kneels down and thanks

Chapter 4 Chapter 4

I took two buses and arrived at the place where I worked. It was a dessert shop. The location was neither good nor bad. The commercial street was next door. There was a vertical board decorated with neon lights at the entrance. The word art of the red paintbrush, below is today's special offer "cheesecake x signature milk tea" written in various colored chalks and some other special products.