conspirator's love

After receiving a hush money of 5000 yuan, Zhang Zilu developed an after-sales service project and sent the dialect back to Mo Jiaxin's home. He looked around the neighborhood, "You live here now? Feng Lu's family is also in this neighborhood?"

Feng Lu is a good friend of Dialect. She just had a baby this year, and the house is a mess. It is impossible to take in Dialect who is homeless.What's more, she is a well-known small broadcaster, and Fang Yan has no plans to tell her about the divorce for the time being.

"I live at another friend's house. By the way, don't talk nonsense if you meet Feng Lu." She made a zipper movement on her lips, "Do you know the secret? Tell Feng Lu, my mother will definitely have two days." I know. Her mother and my mother always dance square dance together."

Unaccustomed to the cautious way of dialect, Zhang Zilu gave her a blank look, "I know, I know, you're the only one who has too many things to do." He thought to himself that it was a coincidence that he also stopped at the gate of this community before sending Mo Jiaxin home.But he didn't say much, waved his hand, and drove away.

Fang Yan pressed his right arm with his left hand, and gave Zhang Zilu's car buttocks a happy middle finger, thinking, this bastard is not pleasing to the eye.Apart from the happy divorce, there are basically no advantages, ruthless, stingy, and I have lived with him for two years.

She suddenly felt a gaze projected from behind with a strong aura, she turned her head, and saw a young man with two bags full of food, who was stopping at the door at this moment, and happened to be lucky enough to witness her unrestrained behavior As he looked up and down curiously, Fang Yan immediately lowered his arms and smiled awkwardly.The young man is fair and delicate, wearing a black jacket with horn buttons, revealing the white sweater collar inside. He is clean and bright. He looks like a student. His smile on Dialect is very cold, but he focuses his scrutiny on Dialect's face. Looking thoughtfully into her face.

Dialect looked away uncomfortably, turned and walked into the community.She heard footsteps behind her, and knew that this young man was also following, and the two walked into the same building one after the other.

Although he won't lose a piece of meat if he is looked at, but the dialect who is shot with the eyes of picking watermelons always feels that his next action is to come over and knock his head to see if it is cooked.So she pressed the door close button as soon as she entered the elevator, thinking darkly, little brother, wait for the next car, sister is in a bad mood, her head must be an unripe watermelon, the watery soup is shaking, she can't help knocking, I don't have time to accompany you Take the elevator.

The young man saw her press to close the door, and ran forward a few steps. Although his hands were occupied, but fortunately his legs were long, he stretched out his slender right leg to block the closing elevator doors.The elevator door opened after a pinch. He approached the elevator sideways, glanced at the dialect, and said angrily, "Auntie, what's the rush? Do you want to go back and watch the afternoon TV series?"

In the small space, Fang Yan immediately felt the height of the other party. She raised her head to look at him, but his eyes were still sweeping sharply across her face. Under the knife.

Dialect lowered his head, although he was very uncomfortable, but considering that he was really not very polite, he said kindly: "Little brother, your eyes are not very good, the seniority of the aunt is too high, I can't afford to be, at most, she is just an older sister. Afternoon TV series or something, my sister is too young to understand."

The young man snorted, "Auntie, if you don't press the elevator, the two of us will spend the whole afternoon here. Please trouble the 10th floor."

Dialect blushed, and pressed the tenth floor, thinking, it turned out to be a neighbor on the same floor, and this kid seems to have gone to college, and one mouthful and one aunt, it really makes people itch with hatred.

But I heard my little brother ask again: "You also live on the 10th floor? Is it 1002 or 1003?"

"1002."

"So you live with Mo Jiaxin?"

"You know her?" Fang Yan asked strangely.

He hesitated for a moment, "I helped her collect the courier twice."

"Oh."

"Are you her friend? How long do you want to stay?" He continued to ask unceremoniously.

"Little friend, did you study at the Police College?" Dialect said angrily.

"Who is the kid? Auntie, you are really clinging to the old. You guessed wrong, I'm not." He answered rather flirtatiously.

"Ah? I thought you were from the Police University, and you majored in household registration." Dialect thought to himself, he really is a brat, very tender, he doesn't know I'm waiting for you here.

The elevator door opened, and the little brother slowly moved out with his things. Fang Yan was blocked in the elevator by him, wishing he could kick him on the back of his ass.When Fang Yan got out of the elevator, he was caught by the door.This little bastard who must be punished.Dialect gritted his teeth.

The little brother put the plastic bag on the ground, took out the key and opened the door, "By the way, wait a moment."

He turned around and explained: "I have a courier here that belongs to Mo Jiaxin." He opened the door as he spoke, and dialect followed the line of sight through the door. A solitary dining table with several parcels piled upon it.

He went in and picked up a package at the bottom, then came out and handed it to Dialect, "Here, this is it."

According to dialect, he also knows how to help Mo Jiaxin receive the courier, which can be regarded as a good neighbor in Chinese style, so don't be too stingy, "Thank you, my name is dialect, I'm Fang, and if you talk too much, you will lose words. We know each other now. Yes. What's your name?"

"Dialect?" There was a flash of displeasure in his eyes, "My name is Wang Zhe," he paused, "Are you divorced?"

The dialect was a little annoyed, "Is this a new popular greeting this year?"

A narrow smile appeared on Wang Zhe's face, "Auntie, your face is dark and your face is gray. You are not good. Do you want to watch "The Temptation of Going Home"? An inspirational classic for divorced women. I have a landlord here CD-ROM. Study hard.”

Dialect almost spat out a mouthful of blood.She yelled: "Get out!" Wang Zhe then showed a bright smile, and there was a dimple on the left side of his face.The door slammed shut.

Dialect kicked at the door of the room, saying that time is not good, and men are all jerks no matter how big or small they are.

Dialect went home and looked in the mirror for a long time, I look so like a divorced woman?Even the bastard kid next door can see it?Why Yintang is black and his face is gray, so good at seeing, why don't you set up a booth to tell your fortune?

Holding his breath in his chest, dialect walked around the room.Annoyed, she fell headfirst on the bed, Mo Jiaxin was sleeping next to the window, her smell still lingered on the pillow, not only the faint lemon smell of laundry detergent, but also a unique smell belonging to Mo Jiaxin, A bit like hazelnut mixed with pine needles.Fang Yan hugged the pillow and buried his head in it, and his heart became inexplicably quiet.Although we have only known each other for three days, they always feel familiar. They seem to be family members and friends whom we haven't seen for a long time, and now they are even lovers.

Dialect poured out all his memories of the past 30 years, looking for clues that he might be lace in the corners of the memory box.She was surprised to find that she hadn't really been attracted to men at such a young age. It seemed that she really had lace potential.But after thinking about it again, I have never had nasty little thoughts about women, or is it because I lurk too deep among normal people, so that the fake show is real, and I think I am normal?

As a woman with bad luck with men, Dialect decides to try to be with Mo Jiaxin.Since you plan to be yourself to the end, how will you know if you don’t try.At least thinking of Mo Jiaxin at this moment, it's like drinking a glass of screwdriver, the mixed taste of sweetness and sourness stimulates the pleasure in the mouth, and I just want to have another glass.

Mo Jiaxin quickly let the dialect understand what it was like to have a screwdriver and Mo Jiaxin together.

As soon as Mo Jiaxin got off work, she brought the dialect to the bar last time.There are also a few of her friends: Datouqiang——Zhu Ziqiang, also a photographer, has a stylish stubble. Although he is 38 years old, he is still Wang Laowu who does not have diamonds. Jiaxin's assistant - Ding Dong.Ding Yiling, nicknamed Dingdang, is best at playing innocent. The camisole with thin shoulder straps outlines the deep collarbone. He always likes to say "dear". The one who is talking about it now is him, the advertising company Creative director Samuel, although his legs are not long, but his waist is definitely thin and soft, with a clump of red hair on the top of his head, and rich body language, sitting there has a particularly feminine coquettishness.

Mo Jiaxin, who was sitting next to him, was listening to him talk about a recent project and how difficult those clients were to serve.Tinker Bell would always interject: "My dear, what then?" "My dear, did he really say that?" "My dear, you are so pitiful."

Mo Jiaxin listened intently, but didn't say much.She looked at Fang Yan quietly, then suddenly stuck out her tongue and took a sip of wine into the wine glass, her eyes were more like hooks, Fang Yan choked and almost spit out the wine.A smile lit up Mo Jiaxin's face, "Is the screwdriver delicious? Let me have a sip." Then, she held her hand and put the cup to her mouth to take a sip.Fang Yan's hands held by her had goosebumps, his heart was in a mess, and he didn't know whether to beat or stop.

The few people who were still talking just now suddenly felt the ambiguity in the atmosphere, and suddenly stopped talking and looked at the two of them.Datouqiang is well-informed and knowledgeable, but you are calm, "Is it dialect? What do you do?"

"I'm an assistant, actually a secretary."

"Is it just the secretary of the chairman? A powerful minister who is above one person and under ten thousand people."

Dialect's brain twitched a few moments, "I'm just a little secretary, with a big secretary in charge of me. It's just an administrative job with a soft-spoken person."

"So it's Xiaomi?" Da Touqiang nodded his head in a strange way, "It's better than being the boss."

Dialect rolled his eyes in his heart, you are Xiaomi, and your whole family is Xiaomi.

Samuel folded his right leg on top of his left, and posed like a coquettish imperial concubine again, "Jiaxin, do you have something to do? Hurry up and be honest."

Mo Jiaxin leaned on the sofa and still hasn't answered.I saw a pair of arms circling from behind her, "Who is it with?" A pair of bright eyes illuminated the dark bar, and a face with deep contours naturally approached Mo Jiaxin, and the corners of their mouths touched lightly. Touch, looks intimate.

Dialect smacked his lips, only to feel a bitter and sour taste in his mouth, and his heart skipped a beat as if a sour orange had been stuffed.

Mo Jiaxin turned her head to the side, grabbed the arm around her shoulder, and pulled it, "Tian Qi, take advantage."

"Tian Qi, how are you? What have you been up to lately? I haven't seen you since I've been here several times." Samuel greeted Tian Qi affectionately and asked her to sit beside her.

Tian Qi has exquisite facial features, deep contours, and fair skin that look like a mixed race. She has short hair. Compared with the soft and coquettish Samuel, she has a heroic air, "Busy wasting money. What are you talking about? Who's having trouble with whom?"

When she said this, she looked straight at the dialect. Although it was a question, she seemed to have already planned it out.