conspirator's love

Just after taking a shower, Tian Jun sat down on the sofa wearing a bathrobe, and took the wine that Tian Qi handed over. "What's wrong? Something on your mind?"

Tian Qi looked at him, and told her about the conversation with dialect before the meal, and what Wang Zhe told her about Zhao Liqiang.

Tian Jun shook the wine in his glass and snorted, "I just came back, so you gave me such a big gift."

"Brother," Tian Qi called out.

"It seems that you like that dialect very much. You are afraid that I will make her cry, so you are so anxious to make a move before I come back." He smelled the aroma in the cup but was not in a hurry to drink it.

Tian Qi knew in her heart that her elder brother had been carefully cultivated by his father for so many years, and he had experienced all kinds of experiences in these years. He was never a vegetarian animal. The image of love saint and infatuation was just the face when facing Mo Jiaxin. Especially when there are obstacles, he also has cruel times.

Although they have not been together all these years, Tian Qi will also feel a chill on the back of her neck when her father proudly praises him and can't help telling his deeds.

So she felt that, to a certain extent, he and Mo Jiaxin were the same kind of people, they just had their own weaknesses.

But his brother only treats Mo Jiaxin, that's really good, all kinds of laissez-faire indulgence, neither forced her nor made her feel bad.

It is precisely because she knows that his brother will not be soft-hearted to anyone except Mo Jiaxin, so she is surprised that Tian Jun did not call the police to investigate Zhao Liqiang's crime of wounding four years ago at Mo Jiaxin's request, which is understandable , but it is not difficult to find someone behind him to deal with him so that he can no longer threaten Mo Jiaxin.But he didn't do that, and let the cockpit tick for four years, which was really not like her brother Tian Jun's character.

As for the dialect, for Mo Jiaxin's sake, her brother would at most make her sad, shed some tears, and would never do anything to make things difficult for him in the future. Tian Qi has confidence in this, so She wasn't worried at all, of course she privately thought it would be better if she could prevent others from hurting the dialect.There is always a qualitative difference between the choices you make when you understand yourself and the choices you make when others design you.

What's more, there is Zhao Liqiang, is it really necessary for a simple person like Fang Yan to come to this muddy water?

As for why she thinks this way, Tian Qi really hasn't thought about it seriously.She definitely doesn't hate dialects, but as to whether she likes them or not, she has to think again.

"Brother, how long do you plan to stay this time?" Tian Qi asked.

"I just arrived, and you expect me to leave?" Tian Jun pulled his hair back.

"No," Tian Qi folded her long legs together, "I mean you..."

"Tian Qi, when will you be yourself," Tian Jun said flatly, "Don't be my shadow. Don't like what I like."

Tian Qi's expression changed.

"You understand what I mean," Tian Jun stretched out his hand and pinched her face, "Parents are cold to you, but I still hope you are happy. Regardless of men or women, at least find someone who will love you .”

"What about you? Does Mo Jiaxin love you?" Tian Qi asked unconvinced.

"As long as the time comes, she will naturally." Tian Jun said with certainty.

Dialect came home in the middle of the night and startled the old couple.

She appeared at the door with a black face and a suitcase dragging her. She knew it was a quarrel without asking.

Seeing the exhaustion on their daughter's face, the old couple couldn't bear to interrogate her any more, and asked her to rest first and then talk about it tomorrow.

After washing up, Fang Yan was lying on his bed and couldn't help but look at his phone, but there was no missed call, and he was unconsciously disappointed.

Asshole and bastard scolded all over in his heart, Fang Yan sadly opened Moments on his phone, wanting to see what someone has been up to lately.

I saw that Feng Lu stayed up most of the night, and sent a message in Moments about putting on a mask and refusing to be a yellow-faced woman.So Dialect thought Feng Lu would be the best to use because it was not easy to harass others, so he sent her a voice message: "You don't sleep at night, no matter how many masks you put on, it won't help."

Feng Lu replied immediately: "I just put the child to bed. Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

"I went back to my mother and was lying on the bed in a daze."

"Wait." Feng Lu replied two strange words, and then fell silent.

Sure enough, Fang Yan waited on the bed for a while, only to find that she hadn't returned it yet.In a daze, he threw the phone on the table, turned off the desk lamp, and prepared to close his eyes and go to sleep.

Faintly heard the sound of a door in the living room, Dialect thought in a daze: My mother loves to be clean too, she still takes out the trash in the middle of the night.After a while, there was another burst of talking, and then after a few sparse voices, someone got into his room.

Fang Yan struggled to open his eyes, and as soon as he opened them, a green face appeared in front of her face, and when the tip of her nose touched the tip of her nose, a large white of the eyes could be seen.

Dialect subconsciously felt that he was dreaming, and immediately closed his eyes, calmed down his heartbeat, opened his eyes again, and screamed: "Ah!" Pushing the green face away, "Ouch!" Worse than her.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yan's mother opened the door and came in, turning on the light. "Scream in the middle of the night and then call the neighbors."

"Dialect, you are so ruthless, this slap hurts me so much, my cheek hurts." Feng Lu covered her face, looking like she had a toothache.

Fang Yan took a closer look and saw five clear fingerprints on Feng Lu's green face, "Mom, you can't attract neighbors by yelling, you can attract ghosts."

Fang Yan's mother also said: "Lulu is the same. I said that your face must scare Xiaoyan to death. You just said it. She knows. You two are really not a reliable person."

Feng Lu said helplessly: "I'm the worst. I wanted to scare you, but I was shocked by you. I lost both my body and mind."

Fang Yan's mother covered her mouth and smiled: "How grown up are you? You don't look like a child's mother."

Feng Lu turned around and went out to wash off the mask, then came in and lay down on Fang Yan's bed. Fang Yan asked her, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"You are heartless, it's rare for me to take the child with my mother, and it's even rarer to see you here, don't I want to stay with you for a while?" Feng Lu pushed her back and motioned for the dialect to move in for her. spot.

Fang Yan turned sideways to make room for her, Feng Lu lifted the quilt unceremoniously and got into Fang Yan's bed, "How long has it been since we slept together. The last time was before you got married."

"Yeah," Fang Yan had something on his mind, he was sleepy and tired, and didn't have the heart to chat.

"Don't sleep yet," Feng Lu also turned sideways, pinching Fang Yan's waist with her hand.Dialect twisted his body sensitively, "I'm so sleepy, don't make trouble with me."

"I was so scared just now, I was sober, and you can still sleep. Don't sleep." Feng Lu stretched his hand under Fang Yan's creaking bed again, and fiddled with him for a while, Fang Yan couldn't help giggling, and twisted into a bed under the bed Made a twist.

"Little Lu, I made a mistake, so I can't recruit you. Once you do it, you will be excited." Fang Yan said distressedly. "Just say what you want, I'm listening."

"Oh, I want to tell you, I've got in touch with you about the blind date, just this weekend. Maybe you still know that person. "

Fang Yan turned over, looked at Feng Lu and said, "Isn't it my cousin? You really like to match him and me."

"No, your cousin is too old and has lost all his hair. It's so easy for you to get married again. You have to find someone better than Zhang Zilu. Besides, the marriage of close relatives is not good for future generations." Feng Lu said sharply. Dialect turned back, holding back his laughter, "But 20 years ago, your cousin was really good-looking, fair and clean, a bit like that who... just sang that song... When he got married, my First love is over."

"Comrade Xiaolu, can you avoid some sensitive words? For example, two, what, etc., will it have a beep sound?" Dialect was stimulated by a certain word in her mouth, and he looked at the door with his head. After confirming that it was locked, he lay back on the bed in peace. "And yours isn't called first love, it's called secret love. Didn't my cousin have pimples all over his face 20 years ago? How beautiful?"

"You really don't appreciate men. He doesn't have pimples all over his face, but there are a few pimples on his forehead, but the flaws are not concealed. He is still white and handsome overall, with long legs. And pimples represent male hormones. .”

The dialect made up for the young cousin, and I feel that everyone is really eye-catching. Why does Feng Lu miss her cousin with hairy legs? The most important thing is that, as a person with thick body hair, he is now bald. Xie Deguang can teach others, and it is also a difficult mystery.

"Feng Lu, do you have to stay up late at night to talk about my cousin? I'm not interested, I want to sleep." Dialect pulled the quilt over his head, but he also felt that there was such a treasure, and the depression in his heart made his cousin Brother's picture drove away, it really is to ward off evil spirits.

"Dialect, it's just the two of us now. When you whisper in the middle of the night, tell me the truth." Feng Lu also got her head under the quilt, "Is that the one you liked last time?"

Fang Yan poked her head out of the cup, and Feng Lu also got out, looking straight at Feng Lu: "No, she is really just an ordinary friend."

"Oh, so you really have an extraordinary friend?" Feng Lu continued to ask.

"Hey, you are really inquisitive. Who said last time that in order to keep a secret for me, you will not go back to your mother's house for a year? How did you show up?"

"Don't interrupt!" Feng Lu said, "I really didn't say anything. I told my mother that she made a mistake. Don't hit the gun yourself. But you really have to tell me the truth about this matter."

Dialect sighed, "Okay, there is one, but it was just divided today."

"Fang Yan, you can do it! Did you have a crush on me in the past, so you have always guarded yourself like a jade, and even thought about running away from marriage." Feng Lu unfolded endless imagination.

"Fart! It's just that I was late in my enlightenment, and I didn't know the taste. A real piece of uncut jade can only shine if it is paired with a jade carving master. You are a mason at best. We are not counting together."

"Tsk tsk, I'd like to meet your jade carving master. Not only can he carve jade, he can even make clay sculptures from Zhang Zilu's lump of mud. He's really not an ordinary person." Feng Lu sarcastically said.

This stab hit Fang Yan's heart, as if she had been hit by a hidden weapon, she stood stiffly under the blanket, feeling her heart was oppressed and she couldn't breathe.

Feng Lu noticed her strangeness, "What's wrong? How did you break up?"

"Don't mention it, it's a division anyway." Fang Yan turned around and didn't want to mention this topic again.

Feng Lu comforted her: "It doesn't matter if we split up, you two are women, it's not the right way to go on like this, no matter how good the relationship is, you can't have children, right?"

"Well," dialect replied, and lazily stopped talking.

"By the way, I still have business to do." Feng Lu grabbed her shoulder, "The person I found for you this time is good-looking and good-natured, and he hasn't been married yet."

Dialect continued wearily: "Which young man are you trying to cheat? I've been divorced before."

"It's okay, I don't mind. In fact, you must have an impression of this person when he says it." Feng Lu vigorously promoted, "It's the police officer Xiao Qin from the police station in our community. He is 32 and not married yet. When he was a child He lived in our area, and his father Lao Qin, the police officer, transferred jobs later, so we haven’t been together for a few years. But people remember you, they say it was the little girl who had a runny nose when she cried.”

"Oh my god! What kind of memory is this? It feels like the kind that you want to find a man in black to erase, okay?" Dialect said with a tick on his forehead, "Does he want to relive his childhood nightmares, or do he want to see Do I still have a runny nose?"

"It was my mother-in-law who told me about this person. I went to talk to him. Anyway, I heard that it was you. He didn't have any objections. He said that he could meet." Feng Lu became more excited as she spoke, "How is it? I am reliable in my work. Bar?"

No matter how the dialect sounds, it sounds like a sadistic relationship, "Okay, you are the most reliable, you are the most reliable uncle. When will you go back upstairs to sleep?"

Feng Lu pulled up the quilt, "I won't go back, the children are asleep, and my mother is watching. I don't worry, I'll let you sleep here today."

Fang Yan wanted to roll her eyes, but her eyelids were too heavy, and she fell asleep before she could roll her eyes properly.

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The happy chapter, sometimes thinking about the dialect is more interesting than Feng Lu.

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