conspirator's love

Dialect yawned, and Mo Jiaxin didn't know where to buy cigarettes and hasn't come back yet.She went to the kitchen to heat two cups of milk by herself.

As soon as I came out carefully holding the rim of the cup, I heard the phone buzzing non-stop.

She quickly walked a few steps to put the cup on the coffee table, touched her earlobe with her hot red hand, feeling a little relief from the burning on the tip of her hand, and then picked up the phone.

It was an unfamiliar number.She hesitated for a moment, and the phone was disconnected.

Idle and bored, she continued with the movie that was just paused. It seems that this is a Japanese thriller, about a pervert who always stalks young women, obviously has sneaked into other people's houses, and calls the victim every time before committing a crime. He said on the phone: "Think about it, is there anything you are hiding from me?" I don't know if this pervert has been deceived by emotions before.Then he will show a gentle expression and torture the victim to death with extremely cruel means.

I just saw the victim's mobile phone ringing in the movie to remind me of death.Unexpectedly, dialect's cell phone rang.Her little heart tightened in an instant, Fang Yan swallowed, picked up the phone to check, it was still the strange number.So persistent at night?

"Hello?" She answered the phone tremblingly.

An equally unfamiliar and hoarse voice said, "Hey, do you think there is something you are hiding from me?"

"Ah!" Dialect's hairs stood on end, she screamed and threw her phone to the ground. She stood up and hurriedly walked around the living room and kitchen. No one was there. She even grabbed a pan from the kitchen and stretched out a hand first. Turn on the light in the bedroom, and then slowly probe in to see, no one is there.

Hey, Dialect finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Mom, I was scared to death." So she picked up the phone again, and just before hanging up at all, a female voice yelled over there: "Dialect! What are you doing? You are still throwing my phone! What are you talking about?" Temper?"

The dialect is also not polite: "Feng Lu, what kind of perverted killer are you playing? Can't speak well?"

"What perverted murderer?" Feng Lu was puzzled.

"Did you just deliberately use a rough man's voice?"

"What man's voice? I was applying a sea mud mask, and I said I would call you by the way. Don't you know that you can't make too much movement when applying the mask? I had to speak tensely. You screamed just now, and I was so scared that I didn't know what to do. How many wrinkles. Wait, I'll tell you after I wash it." Feng Lu regained her composure, and also returned to her strange tone.

As soon as he answered the phone, the dialect asked, "Did you change your number? Why did you use this number to call me?"

"Where? Charging the phone, this is my husband's new number, you save one too. It won't save me from refusing to answer my call next time."

"'Do you think there is something you are hiding from me?' This line cannot be used casually. A perverted killer in a Japanese movie also likes to use this line to call people. You really scared me to death just now."

"Tch, you have been as timid as a mouse since you were a child. Do you still need me to scare you? I still want to ask you. It's not normal that you haven't contacted me for so long. Do you have something to hide from me?"

"Me? What can I do wrong?" Fang Yan smiled guiltyly, "What's more, when did I hide it from you?"

"Hmph, don't fool me, I can do the math myself now."

It's okay not to mention this, but when it is mentioned, Dialect feels that this post is unreliable, and he must grit his teeth and say nothing.

This sister is now resigned to take care of the children at home, and when others are delving into baby bottles, milk powder, and diapers, she actually paid a lot of money to find a very famous astrolabe master to sign up for a rather expensive astrolabe course, one class a week, one class. Four times a month can easily kill a month's salary in dialects, and it's still an online course.

Ever since she took this class, she likes to calculate the astrolabe for people to predict good or bad luck.In fact, the dialect thinks that there is no need to go to class. To put it bluntly, it is a crow's mouth.

"What have you been doing recently? You don't contact me. They miss you so much." Feng Lu softly threw out her trump card, "I just finished calculating your astrolabe for this month, and your future is bleak. Hereby to comfort you"

"Sister, I miss you too. But don't scare me, I'm very fragile now." The dialect uses the weak to control the weak.

"It's right to be fragile. But don't call me sister, I'm just a few days older than you and can be ignored."

Dialect thought to himself, it turns out that one year and two months are equal to a few days, and the ability to simplify things has improved again. "What does it mean to be vulnerable?"

"During this period of time, your Uranus falls on Zhang Zilu's twelfth house, which shows that there are obstacles in communication with each other, and there will be violent fluctuations in feelings."

Dialect was stunned for a moment, but interrupted: "Yeah, I think you are really developing in the direction of a magic stick."

"The most amazing thing, do you know what it is?"

"Huh?" Fang Yan picked up the milk and took a sip.

"How did I figure out that you had an unethical relationship recently." Feng Lu fussed over the phone.

Dialect has spit out a mouthful of milk here. "Cough cough cough!"

"You reacted so strongly, so I guessed it. Tell me, are you cheating?" Feng Lu probably didn't know what she was imagining over there, "Could it be with your cousin? That would be unfair .Yes or no?"

Unrequited love, is she unrequited with the dialect?She herself was already in a mess, so she had to continue to make a mess, "I don't know your size, I'm fine. How about my son? He's grown up, you keep it for me, and I'll have a sex affair."

"Get out! Don't try to make up my son's mind. You old lady! He's so much better, he either eats or sleeps every day." Feng Lu said dissatisfiedly: "I wrinkled my stomach for giving birth to him, it's so ugly. I still do it every day. Nanny, I'm exhausted. I can't even get out the door, and you don't come to see me. Huh, huh." As he spoke, he started to cry over there.

"Okay, okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Didn't you have an old man to take care of your children and hire a nanny, you're so tired, and you still take the magic stick class?" dialect said helplessly.

"Don't talk so low about my high-end astrology class, you really have nothing to do with your relationship recently?" Feng Lu changed the subject, and she didn't know whether it was because of the astrolabe or the terrifying sixth sense of a woman.

"No! No! I'm not interested in my bald cousin, he's going to retire in two years, okay?" Fang Yan was almost driven crazy by her.

"Oh, it's fine if you don't have one, maybe I misremembered Zhang Zilu's birth time," Feng Lu pondered for a while, "It's okay, it's okay, you come to see me tomorrow afternoon, and I'll figure it out for you."

"So is this an appointment? Master Feng."

"Yeah, super benefits. Tomorrow is exactly the time for our future forecasting group, and we will take you to meet the masters of various schools and schools." Feng Lu excitedly promoted.

Dialect scratched his head and tried to figure out how to push back this bad horoscope.

"Don't hesitate, come here, or we will break up the relationship." Feng Lu gave an ultimatum in a vicious voice.

When Mo Jiaxin came back, Dialect, who was so exhausted by Feng Lu's sudden surprise, had already fallen asleep with his head on the arm of the sofa.Mo Jiaxin went to the bedroom lightly and took a blanket to cover her body.

Looking down at her palm-sized face buried in the black hair, the whole face has a kind of transparent jade color, the small round nose is dotted with a few light freckles, and the pink lips are slightly parted. She opened her mouth, revealing a few white jade-like teeth.

Mo Jiaxin's kiss landed on dialect's trembling eyelashes, on cheeks that would appear dimples when she smiled, and on her round chin.

She emptied every corner of her heart, in order not to be sad anymore, but also to accommodate this person wholeheartedly.

The kiss stayed on her chin for a while, and just as she was about to leave, a moist lip followed and pressed tightly against Mo Jiaxin's mouth. With the friction between the lips and teeth, Mo Jiaxin grabbed Hands in dialect put her on his heart.

Dialect opened her closed eyes, because she felt Mo Jiaxin's heart beating fast.That violent beating was the most direct and passionate declaration of love she had ever heard, and it also expressed the eager desire of the person in front of her.

This body full of vitality and soul as hot as fire is yearning for herself, she has burned away the last bit of hesitation and reservation in dialect, she just wants to dance with this flame, dance endlessly, until the fire of life is extinguished that moment.

And maybe this moment is not as far away as imagined.

Mo Jiaxin's warm palm covered Yan's somewhat icy body.Dialect turned sideways so that Mo Jiaxin could get closer to him, and accidentally pressed on the remote control.On the TV, the perverted killer raised his saw, and the woman's shrill scream sounded amidst the depressing music.

But at this moment, dialect can only feel Mo Jiaxin's body temperature and heartbeat. She melted in this hot embrace, like a piece of chocolate thrown into the embrace of hot milk, which already melted her ears and heart.

The quiet night covered up many desires and buried many secrets.

Wang Zhe took out an iron box from the wardrobe, and there was a small photo album lying there.He opened the photo album and took out a photo. On the back of the photo, it was written that it was cloudy on March 3: Dialect, I called your name softly, but I didn’t dare to go over to get a cup of instant noodles you cooked.What should I say?Teacher, is it me?It's so fun to see you working with your friends.I'm kind of jealous of her.She can hold your arm frankly, and can make you speak.I can only look at you from a distance.

The photos are inserted/joined back to back.If you don't take it out and turn it over to the back, you will never see a young girl's thoughts, written stroke by stroke in a dark corner.

This photo album has only photos of the same young girl from beginning to end, and it is already full.

Not sure what she would have done with the album if her owner hadn't lost it.Maybe she has a similar iron box, maybe she puts this one in, locks it, and pulls out a new photo album.

If her girlhood hadn't been an accident, she might have carried on with these girlish thoughts, and lived it over and over again.

Wang Zhe touched the handwriting on the back with his fingers, and he felt a kind of jealousy-like sadness in his heart. He wished his sister could look at him too.He wished his sister would care about him too.

For him, the most important person in the world and the best woman is his sister.But the older sister is an existence that cannot be approached.

What he misses the most is when he and his sister lived in city B, and they were the only ones who depended on each other.There is no dialect, Zhao Liqiang and that woman.

At that time, he didn't know that he had already got a disease called sister accusation.

And the naive dialect doesn't know that for people who love each other in this world, there is another terrifying creature besides ex-girlfriend, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law, and that is the sister-in-law's brother-in-law.Like the one in front of you.

He was wrapping the photo in the middle of the cardboard, wrapping it around with glue strips, and finally stuffing it into a black courier bag, and beside it was a filled out courier form.

At the latest, the day after tomorrow, this package will appear in Mo Jiaxin's hands.

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