Boss, please cover your vest

Jiang Shiyan looked at the sky full of stars, one second, two seconds...

Her tears fell down like broken beads.

Jiang Shiyan: "..."

She was very moved and wanted to cry a little, but when she thought about it, she couldn't stop crying.

There was a pack of napkins on the table, Jiang Shiyan took out the paper and wiped her tears, she choked and spoke while wiping: "Woo...why did you say this all of a sudden...look at me...the tears can't be stopped..."

Wen Chuyan held her face in her hands, and wiped away the tears on her face with her slightly cool fingertips: "You were moved by me and cried?"

For some reason, she wanted to tease Jiang Shiyan all day today.

Originally thought that Jiang Shiyan would give her a look, but in fact Jiang Shiyan did, but she added a sentence: "Well, I am so moved that I want to give myself to you."

Wen Chuyan paused for a moment, her calm expression was broken, and ripples appeared in her dark eyes.

The counterattack was successful.

Jiang Shiyan looked at her with a little smug expression, Wen Chuyan lowered her head and kissed the tip of her nose, then her lips: "Yes."

"I accept it." Her voice was a little fuzzy, and the ending disappeared between the lips and teeth of the two.

"This is the best gift I've ever received, and I'm going to put it away... and treasure it."

When she said the last four words, she bit her pronunciation and said them with some meaning.

Eyes that were still a little misty widened suddenly, and the blush on Jiang Shiyan's face that slowly faded reached the ears.

……

Jiang Shiyan gave Wen Chuyan a pot of cactus and a set of fluffy pajamas with bear ears on the hat.

The two of them thought about the same in giving gifts. Wen Chuyan gave Jiang Shiyan a black dress, but the fabric was shining under the light, like a galaxy in the dark sky at night.

Wen Chuyan put the cactus in front of the computer. The cactus can absorb radiation, but she remembered that there was no cactus on Jiang Shiyan's desk at all.

"...Oh, idiot."

But... It's also possible that she bought two pots, one for her and the other for her own use.

Thinking of the cactus in the same flower pot in front of their computers, Wen Chuyan stared at the cactus, and couldn't help but smile softly.

She turned on the computer, ready to use her new vest to comment on Jiang Shiyan, and by the way quietly show off her affection.

Today Jiang Shiyan told her about writing a novel, and then waited for her response with some trepidation and anticipation. Wen Chuyan smiled and stroked her hair: "My Tangtang is great."

Being touched so smoothly by her, Jiang Shiyan blushed and took the initiative to rub her palm a few times.

……

After wearing Chuchu's vest, she commented on the article and hit the thunder, and dragged the mouse down, just in time to see Jiang Shiyan's cute and enthusiastic tone in replying to her other vest.

I love you or something...

Wen Chuyan suddenly felt that she was in a strange mood.

This subtle sour feeling... Could it be that she is eating her own jealousy?

666: [Hahahahahahahahaha! 】

666: [Take a look in the mirror. 】

Wen Chuyan really ran to look in the mirror as she said, her face was expressionless, but she could clearly see the sourness and unhappiness in her eyes.

Wen Chuyan: "..."

With such a strange mood, Wen Chuyan's comments left by using the vest of Chang'an seemed much colder than usual.

After posting the comments, Wen Chuyan washed the pajamas that Jiang Shiyan gave her and hung them on the balcony.

Then wrap up in the blanket and go to sleep.

Downstairs, Jiang Shiyan looked at Chang'an's painting style that became colder and colder, and held her chin to think whether this was the rhythm of their unilateral "breakup".

Although her heart was bleeding, the strong Jiang Shiyan still forced a smile on her face, as if she didn't notice anything wrong, and replied to her energetically as before.

Jiang Shiyan would never have imagined that Chang'an's attitude was so cold only because Wen Chuyan was jealous of her.

She sighed and turned off the computer, and went to bed after taking off her makeup and taking a shower.

Then after so many days, she dreamed of herself again.

And it seems that the dream is still a continuation of the last plot.

Jiang Shiyan tore off the post-it note and threw it into the trash can.

Then she sat on pins and needles and waited for several days, but the man didn't move. She let go of half of her heart a little bit, but the other half of her heart was still hanging.

Five days later, the post-it notes appeared again.

This time, besides "I love you", the man wrote something else.

"The weather is hot recently. If you feel too hot, turn on the air conditioner to avoid heat stroke."

Jiang Shiyan pinched the post-it note in her hand, her fingers were still trembling, she hesitated for a long time, and finally took a pen from the desk, and the post-it note was pasted on the bedside table, she wrote: "Who are you?"

After writing this, she started to type again. Indeed, as the person said, the weather was much hotter again. She recalled the content on the note, raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and turned on the air conditioner.

The post-it note was still posted the next day, with no new handwriting on it, and no new written post-it note.

Jiang Shiyan chose not to tear off the post-it note, she always felt that that person would come again.

until five days later.

"who are you?"

"I can't tell you, but I mean no harm to you."

"I love you."

Jiang Shiyan looked at the newly posted post-it note for a long time, and couldn't help laughing.

As long as this person appears, every time he is very persistent, he must write a sentence of "I love you".

And she found that this person should appear every five days.

"How can I believe that you have no malice towards me?"

……

Jiang Shiyan, who was watching from the side, watched her fall asleep, and then "Jiang Shiyan" woke up.

She first stood at the place where Jiang Shiyan posted the post-it note for a long time, then walked out without saying anything.

Jiang Shiyan's perspective followed her, watching her walk into the cloakroom, staring at herself in the mirror in a daze.

Her fingers touched Jiang Shiyan reflected in the mirror, and slid from her eyebrows to the corners of her eyes...

Jiang Shiyan from God's perspective in mid-air trembled for a moment, then blinked again...

She saw "Jiang Shiyan" posted on the mirror.

Jiang Shiyan:? ? ?

The author has something to say: My place has been cold for a few days and it’s hot again