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There was an almost irresistible sense of security in that hug, God knows how much Ruan Mian wanted to bury his head in it.

But reason held back the hand he wanted to hug back.

Because he knew that it was the knife that was tightly clutched in his hand at this moment, the tip of the knife was pointing at him, tremblingly wanting to hand it to the other party.

Everyone has a different attitude when facing the unknown. Anyway, Ruan Mian is afraid and prefers to stay within the circle of protection he has drawn as a prison.

Things that are too beautiful are always frightening. He would rather not reach out from the beginning, than to see it broken with his own eyes after he got it.

Whether it's worrying or planning for a rainy day, if there is a box in front of him, and no one can tell whether it is Pandora's magic box or the treasure of Atlantis, then he will just choose not to open it.

If you don't have it, you don't have to be afraid of losing it. If you don't feel it, you won't get hurt.

Ruan Mian finally calmed down, gently broke away from Jiang Song, raised her face and smiled at him, "Thank you for your liking."

The refusals and withdrawals are palpable.

The moment their eyes collided, Ruan Mian quickly lowered her head, said goodnight, and went into the room without looking back and closed the door.

He didn't know what Jiang Song's expression would be, and he didn't dare to look back.

Early the next morning, Ruan Mian woke up with a stuffy nose.

He rubbed his nose and sneezed a few times. He was dizzy and tearful, and he was sure he had a cold.

I don't know if I slept on the sofa last night, or if I was too angry.

Ruan Mian jumped downstairs with her coat on, but she couldn't see Jiang Song.

Because it is difficult to fall asleep, every minute and every second of staying in bed in the morning is very precious. Ruan Mian will always struggle until the last second to get up, then wash and change clothes in a hurry, and rush out of the house, acting like a man like a wind.

The stubborn old problem of more than ten years, even if you want to restrain it for a while after living here, you can't put it away.

Every time he waited for him to go downstairs, Jiang Song even had breakfast, sat calmly by the floor-to-ceiling glass and bathed in the morning sun, drank coffee and read the newspaper, self-disciplined like an old cadre.

But today, that place is empty, only the vacation three-piece suit is wagging its tail wildly at him.

The encounter last night was so thrilling that he even forgot to ask what time Jiang Song's flight was.

"Aunt Yuan, has Jiang Song left yet?" Ruan Mian's voice was as hoarse as if it had been worn by sandpaper, with a strong nasal tone.

"Leaving early in the morning." Aunt Yuan put the breakfast on the table and looked at him worriedly, "Have a cold? Tell you not to sleep on the sofa...I'll find you medicine."

Ruan Mian fired a double-gun in response to the occasion, took out a tissue and blew her nose, "It's okay, no need."

Aunt Yuan acted resolutely, and before she could finish speaking, she followed her with her actions. She strode towards the storage room, "I'm not saying I'm fine... Hurry up and eat breakfast first. Taking medicine on an empty stomach hurts your stomach."

Seeing that she couldn't stop her, Ruan Mian lowered her eyelids and lay down on the table, looking drowsy.

Anyway, there was no important arrangement today, he planned to take a day off sick, took out his mobile phone to make gestures for a long time, and suddenly found that since Yao Yuanzhe was masturbated, they didn't even have a leader.

Ruan Mian helplessly called Geng Wanwan: "Ha Tuer, my teacher is sick and can't go to work today. If anyone asks, please ask for a leave of absence for me. If no one asks, let me go with the wind."

Geng Wanwan was taken aback when he received the news.

Her master is an invincible little king kong, a slight injury can't go to the front line, and if he can delay his earning money for a day, it is likely to be terminally ill.

"Master, what's wrong with you!!! Did you take medicine and see a doctor!!! Where are you? I'll see you!!!"

Ruan Mian looked at the exclamation marks all over the screen, and her brain jumped, "No, you go to work."

Before clicking send, he hesitated, staring at the desktop for a while, then deleted all the typed words and re-entered.

"Are you busy today? If not, help me."

Geng Wanwan replied in seconds: "Don't be busy, good duck, what can I do for you?"

Ruan Mian: "Did you drive?"

Geng Wanwan: "Of course it's open, but I don't have anyone to pick me up."

Ruan Mian: "..."

Which pot does not open when you are really riding a horse.

Ruan Mian sent her the address, and as soon as she took the Jiang pants around her legs into her arms and began to slap the dog's head, Aunt Yuan came back with medicine and a water glass.

He took the medicine obediently, and swallowed it with warm water, "Auntie... You see, I have been bothering you here for more than half a month. Jiang Song is not at home recently. It is a bit unreasonable for me to live here all the time. Today, my friend happened to have Time, I packed up and went home, thank you for taking care of me during this time, your cooking is delicious!"

"Go home?" Aunt Yuan's expression changed slightly, as if a little surprised, "Does Xiao Song know?"

Ruan Mian scratched her hair guiltily, "I was about to tell him."

Aunt Yuan muttered to herself while collecting the medicine box, "Are you in such a hurry? You're still sick. How can anyone take care of you when you go home alone?"

Ruan Mian inhaled her stagnant nose, feeling that the snot was about to pour into her brain, and she was extremely uncomfortable, "It's just a small cold, and I'll be fine soon after taking the medicine. My vitality is extremely tenacious, and it's not a problem."

Aunt Yuan is just a nanny after all, she can think about some things, but she has no position to say, so she can only sigh, "I can still cook for you when I live here..."

Ruan Mian persuaded Aunt Yuan with good words, took a few mouthfuls of breakfast, and went upstairs to pack her things.

There are not many things to collect, basically a change of clothes and books, and a trolley case, neatly.

Ruan Mian was bored waiting for Geng Wanwan, lying on his back on the bed, suddenly remembered that he had insomnia a few days ago, one night he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, so he had to go to the balcony to smoke.

The balconies on the second and third floors were staggered from each other. When he looked up, he saw Jiang Song standing there enjoying the wind, the orange light of the cigarette butt flickering on and off on his lips.

The night breeze was blowing, the sky was full of stars, Ruan Mian leaned against the guardrail and raised her head, just chatting with him in the air, when she heard the noise, she got out of the nest, stood in the yard and chirped at them sleepily He wagged his tail, and barked twice very carelessly, which was regarded as a greeting.

There are always a few moments in life that I hope time freezes.

Ruan Mian finally got used to the bed here, and he was about to move out again. Although he still felt that his bed was the most comfortable in the world, he was still a little disappointed.

What are you talking about, the good times have passed for a long time, so I can't bear it.

Geng Wanwan never expected that he came to help run away from home.

She wanted to ask a hundred thousand reasons along the way, and seeing the air pressure around Ruan Mian's body as low as zero Pa, she finally held back, drove quietly, and played out eighty episodes of grievances between rich and powerful families in her heart.

The small one-bedroom room has been vacant for a long time, the air is filled with a dull atmosphere of lack of ventilation, a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the tabletop, and the originally warm little nest feels a little desolate for no reason.

Geng Wanwan opened all the windows, twisted a rag and rolled up his sleeves for cleaning. Ruan Mian sat on the sofa and watched her hesitate to speak.

"I'll be a teacher for a day and a father for life, and my apprentice will honor you once in a while, so don't feel burdened." Geng Wanwan wiped the table while turning his head and smiling confidently at Ruan Mian. The next moment, there was a "bang".

The slender vase was swept down by the rag, swayed from side to side, and rolled to the edge of the table, and it seemed that it was about to come into close contact with the ground.

A big roc in Gengwan Bay spread its wings and rushed over, narrowly catching it at the last moment. At the same time, the dining chair was knocked to the ground, and the loud noise made her shrink her neck while hugging the vase.

Ruan Mian looked indifferent, "..."

The premonition is right.

Geng Wanwan didn't know who he was comforting, he kept muttering, "Don't panic, be careful next time."

The female Dali blamed her operation fiercely like a tiger, pinging, rattling and tidying up, but the house did not collapse.

Ruan Mian let go of her worry and was very relieved, then ruthlessly rejected her proposal to cook by herself.

One of the two didn't dare to ask more questions, the other didn't want to talk more, and they ate a takeaway in peace.

After Geng Wanwan left, the surroundings fell into a bleak desert again.

No one to talk to, no vacation three-piece suit to hang around.

There is no nutritious meal for Aunt Yuan.

It's nothing more than going back to the past. After so many years, what's the matter?

Ruan Mian yawned.

The stamina of the cold medicine picked up, and he was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting. Ruan Mian got up and jumped to the bedroom, drew the curtains and fell headfirst into the middle of the bed.

He was too lazy to move, and reached out to touch the phone blindly on the bedside table, but he didn't touch the phone, but touched two cold and small objects.

The exquisite and simple cufflinks were shining in the palm of his hand, and they were exactly the pair that Jiang Song left behind.

"It must be poisonous!" Ruan Mian stuffed the things into the drawer, angrily grabbed the phone and pressed the off button for a long time, threw it aside, and fell asleep with her head covered.

After sleeping like this, I slept until the afternoon of the next day. I slept for more than 30 hours, and my hands and feet became weak, my waist was sore and my back hurt.

When the phone was turned on again, Ruan Mian numbly watched it play the symphony for half a minute, and waited until the end of the song before picking it up.

Countless messages rushed to the front, and I don't know how many heads have small red circles on the upper right corner.

Ruan Mian flipped through the pages, but there was no Jiang Song.

The most exciting one was Y·H's all-member group, which was filled with rows of congratulations and all kinds of emoticons, and there were more than a dozen messages about Aite Ruan Mian alone.

He climbed up the stairs patiently for a long time before he saw the list of winners of the house building award.

Best Emerging Designer: Y·HDesgin--Ruan Mian.

It's not the first prize. There are three joint winners of this award, and he is the youngest of them.

It can be regarded as a bloody way out of thousands of troops.

The group was still buzzing with news, and even Meng Zhou, who was rare in a hundred years, showed his real body and sent three red envelopes in a row to express the universal celebration.

Ruan Mian silently switched the interface, ordered a takeaway for herself, turned on the TV, chose a channel at random, and went into the bathroom listening to the noise of the news.

Sure enough, when the mood is low, no kind of happiness seems so pure.

He really wanted to tell Jiang Song the news. After all, he had a share of the credit. He just picked up the phone hesitantly, and was immediately speechless by Meng Zhou's acceptance speech.

Feng Yu: "Mr. Meng, for an interview, do you have any thoughts on the success of your employees?"

Meng Zhou: "Thoughts? Well, I'm very pleased."

Feng Yu: "That's it? Be a little more specific."

Meng Zhou: "It's like..."

"It's like a pig that has been raised so hard is finally out of the pen."

Ruan Mian put down the phone expressionlessly, turned on the shower faucet, and thought, let's forget it.

The author says:

Don't be disgusted with softness QAQ The harm from the original family sometimes affects a person's life.