conspirator's love

Dialect was lying in the bathtub, every pore was soaked with warmth, and he was lazily.She rested her head on the edge of the bathtub, stretched her limbs, closed her eyes and meditated.

The door opened, and Mo Jiaxin poked her head out, choking her throat deliberately, "Dear guest, do you need VIP service?"

The dialect cooperated seriously: "Little girl, how do you charge for this VIP service?"

"It's completely free, and it's available for a limited time. If you miss this village, you won't have this store." Mo Jiaxin continued to sell her very suspicious service with a pinch of her throat.

Dialect grinned, and still waved his hands, "Forget it, the bathtub is just right for me alone. If there is an extra person, I have to shrink my legs. I'm comfortable, so don't disturb me."

Mo Jiaxin hastened to add, "Our VIP service is very user-friendly, you can do it right outside the bathtub, and you will be satisfied."

"So good? Since the kindness is hard to refuse, then you can serve." Dialect thought for a while and asked: "Now online novels are not allowed to write about things below the neck. Do you know Harmony? Excuse me, miss, what do you serve?" Which part is it? It's not in harmony with it?"

"What a coincidence, it happens to be below the neck, and it depends on how you say it is not harmonious." Mo Jiaxin flashed a malicious smile and walked into the bathroom.

About 10 minutes later, "Can you do it well? After doing it for a long time, are you bored?"

"Isn't it because it's too wet? It's easier to dry it off."

"So you still call yourself an expert?"

"It's easier for me to do it myself. It's not like yours, which is uneven and has no touch."

Dialect's hands and feet were stretched out of the bathtub, and Mo Jiaxin was sitting on a small bench, brushing a layer of dark red nail polish on her toes.

"It's very pretty, but it's winter, and the toes are not exposed, isn't it a bit of a waste of emotion?" Fang Yan raised his painted left foot and looked at it smugly.

"What a big winter, it's already the beginning of spring. And you can see it, and I can see it too. Has your mood improved?" Mo Jiaxin carefully painted the last toe of her right foot with a nail brush.

"Well, that's true. Hey, I don't think you even painted the index finger evenly, can it still work?" Fang Yan stretched out his left index finger to Mo Jiaxin's eyes.

"Wait a minute, I'll paint it again for you later." Mo Jiaxin pushed her left hand away, and continued to concentrate on finishing the last paint on her right foot.

"Can't you draw a pattern? Just the zebra pattern I saw outside last time."

Mo Jiaxin grabbed her left hand, took it off first with footwashing water, rinsed it with clean water, and then reapplied her, "I just painted red on my hand, and said it was too eye-catching at work, it's not good, I have to change it to a powder , now even zebra prints are acceptable?"

Dialect was dragged by her, so he could only tilt his body, "If you can't draw, just say you can't draw. I think your VIP service is not very high-end."

Before she could finish her words, she was blocked by the lips that greeted her.

Mo Jiaxin bit the dialect's lower lip lightly, then drew back and looked into her eyes, "It seems that you are quite satisfied with the service above the neck."

Just touch it and leave, can I say that I am not satisfied, the dialect words have not yet been spoken.

Mo Jiaxin was already humming a ditty, and left the bathroom with her small stool and makeup box.

"Hey! You don't care about me? How long will I have to hang out before I come out?" Dialect said loudly towards the door, she looked down at her skin soaked like bean curd sticks, and felt that there was something wrong with the free service, right? You should call the 3.15 complaint hotline to expose it.

There was also Zhang Zilu who cried and complained to nowhere, and wanted to call the "relevant department".He had been very unsatisfactory these days. He originally thought about getting divorced, regaining his freedom, and still pursuing true love, but he didn't know that in such an absurd drama, his lover would live together sweetly with his ex-wife.Isn't this anti-human and anti-society?

When I was on a blind date, my parents saw that he was 30 years old and his career was thriving, but his love life was blank. I asked my aunt to introduce the dialect, saying that she is well-behaved and demure, and she is also pretty and comfortable. The elders like her. A good character, coupled with a decent job and a superior family background, is a good material for a wife.

At that time, Zhang Zilu had just come out of the emotional trauma of a year ago.His ex-girlfriend disliked him for having no house, no car, and no success in his career. She felt that she couldn't wait any longer, so she found Xiao Kai, who owns a supermarket at home, and married him.Under the trauma of love, he worked day and night to heal his injuries, but unexpectedly, he was frustrated in love and successful in his career. He was entrusted with a heavy responsibility by his boss within half a year, and his income was rolling upwards.

He gritted his teeth and got the house and the car in one fell swoop with a loan, but he was short of a wife. Once he found a wife, his life would be perfect, and the male self-esteem that had been lost in the past could be picked up one by one.

When Zhang Zilu first encountered the dialect, Zhang Zilu's heart was also moved, and he remembered a poem he read a long time ago-"The most is the gentleness of bowing his head, like a water lotus flower that can't withstand the cool breeze".

But the truth is: she looks cute and smart, but she is often stunned; she looks docile and obedient, but she turns out to be shocking.

But he still didn't expect to be able to get together with Mo Jiaxin in dialect.This is equivalent to expecting a romance movie, but watching a horror movie instead.

Now facing the dialect, he only has the surprise that his jaw is about to drop and the unspeakable anger. It's like digging sweet potatoes for half a day, and seeing them being steamed, roasted, and dried into dried sweet potatoes. A big bag is gone, and I can only stand helplessly eating dirt and drinking wind.

He was unwilling and wanted to work hard, but Mo Jiaxin transferred the filming of the advertising company to others, and did not contact him at all; the phone was not answered, and people walked around.He couldn't even catch a shadow.

In addition to being angry, he thought that fortunately he still has a small tail in dialect. Didn't the former father-in-law and mother-in-law not know that they were divorced?Then he will play the role of son-in-law well, firstly, to make the dialect troublesome, and secondly, he can grasp the development of the two people by insinuating.If you can't save the nation in a straight line, then serve the country in a curve.

Thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and called his ex-husband's house. When he heard the answer, "Mom," he called affectionately, "how are you and my dad doing recently? Um... um, I just came back from a business trip. , brought some Shandong green tea, and went home with dialect to see your elders on weekends. Yes, I turned around and told her that she had been working a lot of overtime recently and came home late, so I was negligent, yes, I reminded her to call more often."

Putting down the phone, he put away the smile on his face, and immediately sent an extremely concise text message to Dialect: Your mother told us to go home on weekends.

Dialect sneezed twice in the bathtub, "It's because someone misses me."

She rubbed her nose, stood up from the bathtub, wrapped her body in a bath towel, walked into the bedroom with a large towel, stood by the bed, wrapped her hair in a towel and rubbed it, "By the way, Jiaxin, I just found out today One of your secrets."

Mo Jiaxin, who was sitting on the bed reading, put down the book and raised her head in surprise: "What?"

Fang Yan threw down the towel, sat at the table, squeezed a few drops of rose essential oil, rubbed his palms together, and patted the essential oil on his face.

"What happened to you in high school? Think carefully about what you want to tell me?" Dialect pretended to be mysterious, and dug a large piece from the cream jar with his hands, and applied it on his forehead and cheek respectively.

Fang Yan applied the cream with his eyes closed, but didn't see it. At this moment, Mo Jiaxin's face was already pale, his brows were knit into a knot, and he was trying to think about who and where Fang Yan knew what.

Mo Jiaxin hesitated for a moment, decided to start with the source, and asked directly: "Who told you? Tian Qi?"

"Yes, she came to me for a cup of coffee in the afternoon and told me about her first love." Fang Yan stretched and yawned.

"Huh?" Mo Jiaxin didn't react, "Then what did she say?"

Fang Yan lowered his head and smelled the fragrance of roses in his hand again, "She told me, this light bulb of hers once adorned your first love, didn't you and his brother fall in love in high school? What's her brother's name? Huh? I actually forgot to ask, I’m really not a qualified paparazzi.”

Hearing this, Mo Jiaxin let out a sigh of relief, "Not really. Her brother's name is Tian Jun."

"I still don't admit it, yes, it's a handsome mixed-race guy named Tian Jun. Hey, I really didn't see it. You guys put so much effort into it at that time. Why didn't I have a crush on anyone back then?" She climbed onto the bed, Drilled into Mo Jiaxin's arms.

Mo Jiaxin hugged her, as if she didn't want to continue this topic, she just said: "You can't believe everything that Tian Qi said, just go in one ear and out the other."

"Aren't you good friends? Or high school classmates?" The dialect was strange.

"It's because of this that I understand her. Sometimes it's been so long that the person involved can't remember clearly, and bystanders will inevitably add embellishments." Mo Jiaxin said lightly, and she suddenly realized, "Huh? Do you have many private contacts?"

"Jiaxin, I'm so thirsty, I've been in the bath for too long." Seeing that the situation was wrong, Dialect quickly changed the subject.

"Wait," Mo Jiaxin got up and went to the living room to pour water.She picked up the water bottle on the dining table to pour water, and suddenly found a courier on the table, "Dialect, whose courier is this?"

"Your, Wang Zhe collected it for you. I forgot to tell you." Fang Yan replied in the bedroom.

Mo Jiaxin took the water glass and the courier into the bedroom, reached out and handed the water glass to Fang Yan, "Here, drink."

Dialect took the water glass and gulped it up.

Mo Jiaxin took out the scissors from the drawer and cut open the express box, took out the black plastic bag inside, tore open the bag, and inside was a pair of black-rimmed glasses with a broken leg.Mo Jiaxin held the glasses in her hands, feeling dry mouth.

"Jiaxin," dialect called her, reaching out to hand her the water glass back.

When Mo Jiaxin heard the call, her body shook uncontrollably, and her black-rimmed glasses fell to the ground with a snap.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yan looked at her in surprise.

Mo Jiaxin turned her face away, knelt down and picked up the glasses, "It seems that the delivery was wrong, I'll ask Wang Zhe."

"Go again tomorrow, it's too late now. Jiaxin!" Fang Yan looked at Mo Jiaxin's back helplessly, but didn't notice that her own arm was still stretched out, holding an empty water glass in her hand.

Mo Jiaxin held the courier box in one hand and glasses in the other, and stood motionless in the aisle until the voice-activated light went out, and she did not move.She thought for a long time in the dark, but in the end she still didn't knock on Wang Zhe's door.

Wait, she thought, wait.Maybe not as bad as imagined.

She touched her face, the pain from the slap seemed to be still on her face, although this time the corner of her mouth was not broken and bleeding.But she knows that this time, some things can no longer be avoided, because she has no way to retreat.

The author has something to say:

Try to add two more days this week, until Friday, knowing that everyone has gone out to play on weekends and has no time to read novels.Ha ha.

I worked very hard to write the article, and I am full of sincerity, can you feel it?

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