Newlyweds 1001 Nights: Mr. Bo’s Love Life

Fortunately, from an early age, Jiang Musheng took care of Tang Feifei, which naturally included buying clothes, which was not difficult.

It's just Luozheng, that is Jiang Qiqi. She used to wear famous brands. She doesn't necessarily like the clothes sold here.

However, it should not matter if it is used for washing.

Qiqi nodded obediently and promised: "Okay, I will be here, waiting for my little brother to come back."

Girls like this are really not good, especially flattering.

Jiang Musheng smiled slightly, rubbed her hair, turned to take the umbrella, and left to leave.

At that time, it was already in the afternoon. Through the window, it could still be seen faintly. The smoke and rain outside were dim. Although it was still daytime, I could not see clearly.

Because of the summer, this usual hour is the time when the sun is to the west and the sun has not set.

Qiqi watched the young man holding an umbrella and opened the door to go.

Inexplicably, my heart shook and suddenly got up suddenly, trotting to the back of the youth, holding him heavily: "Little brother, you look so beautiful, give me a name, I am the first person I like. You Remember me, remember me, do n’t forget me, okay? "

Jiang Musheng frowned, always feeling that there was something in the girl's words, and once again met Luo Zheng, she had been so incredible.

As if, Luo Zheng and Jiang Qiqi were really not the same person.

Slowly turned around, looking down at the girl, her eyes soft and gentle: "Seven seven, what stupid words, I will not forget you, never will."

"Hook?"

Seventy-seven held out her little finger, full of childish manners, with a little cute.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Musheng was stunned. Qiqi was already urging him, and even went straight down, hooking his little finger: "Come on, pull the hook and hang it, it must not change for a hundred years."

Xu Shi wanted to please the little girl. Jiang Musheng pulled her hook and lightly attached a sentence: "Even if you and I meet for a hundred years. Who will die at the age of 97 ..."

Jiang Musheng stopped suddenly, not feeling fit.

After all, this sentence is not an ordinary agreement, but originates from lovers, it seems a bit ambiguous.

However, he did not say that Qiqi was naturally unhappy and asked with a grunt: "Also, little brother continues to say, eh?"

Jiang Musheng smiled helplessly and reached out to pat the girl's shoulder: "Seven or seven, don't be naughty."

If the word falls, let go of your hand, turn around and go out the door.

At the next moment, Qiqi was caught off guard on tiptoe, palm pressed against young man's shoulder, and rushed up to kiss young man's cheek.

Although, just a little bit of water, it is shocking enough.

At the same time, seven or seven eyelashes flickered, hooked the young finger again, and said the following words: "My little brother, who died at the age of 97, why wait for three years on the bridge ......"

After a word, waiting for Jiang Musheng to respond, the girl turned around suddenly, walked through the small living room, and entered Jiang Musheng's room.

Just now, Jiang Musheng explained that if he was sleepy, he would go to his room to rest.

At the door, Jiang Musheng was unable to recover for a long time. After the reaction came, the girl had entered the room and was not in his sight.

Fingertips touched the cheeks, where there was a little residual temperature, combined with the girl raised his hand, it was quite incredible.

"Luozheng ..."

Suddenly, Jiang Musheng spoke, calling the name, full of complexity.

In a flash, the youth's eyebrows did not loosen, but they wrinkled more tightly, as if thinking about something.

No, no, she is not Luo Zheng!

In my mind, there was suddenly such a possibility that such a possibility appeared.

Although she looks like Luo Zheng on the surface, it is still not. In fact, she can't be sure. She twisted her heart a thousand times.

At the end of the day, the youth murmured again, reading another name: "Seven Seven, Jiang Seven Seven."

Is she the Luozheng in her memory or the brand new Jiang Qiqi?

...

In the bedroom, Qiqi is full of novelty, looking at Jiang Musheng's room.

Clean and tidy, just like young people, it is very comfortable.

When Qiqi went to the window, he did not rush out. He knew in his heart that he was exposed, and Jiang Musheng was afraid that he was suspicious.

However, it does not matter, suspicious is only suspicious, in the end there is no evidence.

Soon, watching the youth go downstairs, open a black umbrella, and walk in the clear rain.

Indistinctly, as if with a heart, he stopped and turned around, looking upstairs here.

Across the distance, Qiqi didn't know that he couldn't see himself at all, or he turned around and disappeared in front of the window.

It wasn't until the youth walked away again that this slowly came out.

Seventy-seven looks complex, reaching out to caress the lower abdomen, five fingers slowly grasped together, as if to himself: "Brother, you are so kind, how can this be done?"

Go to the bed, lie on the youth bed, and smell the faint smell of youth, squinting with satisfaction.

Soon, she got up and smoothed the folds on the bed, then took the remaining cash out of the bag and put it neatly on the head of the young man's bed.

Then, Qiqi left the room, passed Jiang Wan's bedroom, carefully opened the door, and watched that the person was still asleep, and then quietly closed the bedroom.

Open the door carefully, and Qiqi went out and closed, trying not to make any noise.

Of course, before leaving, pull out an umbrella belt.

When going downstairs, he happened to be impartial and hit a middle-aged woman. This was just here. Jiang Musheng carried her back upstairs and had met him.

Love to gossip, but also to be a matchmaker, to say that it is a long tongue woman, it is no exaggeration.

At this moment, she looked at Qiqi, recognized the same, and stepped forward to laugh into a flower: "Yo, isn't this Xiao Jiang's girlfriend? It's been less than a day, how can I rush away ..."

Originally, Qiqi didn't want to take care of her, but when she thought of it, the light flashed in her eyes, and she slowly smiled back.

"This aunt, I want to ask something ..."

Next, Qiqi fully confirmed the conjecture that this woman loves to say right and wrong ... From her mouth, Qiqi almost got all the information about the Jiang family.

As a result, he became more and more disgusted with the Tang family and already had an idea in his heart.

"Little girl, look at your clothes, this is from the city? It's not my auntie, don't say good things to Mu Sheng, you look at Mu Sheng, remove a face, your family is poor and white, even if you go to college, What's the use? Want me to say, why not leave school early and come back to find a son-in-law at your door ... "

This middle-aged woman, nicknamed "Aunt Cui", loves to cross talk and occasionally make a matchmaker.

Originally, her impression of Qiqi was that she was not three or four. How could a girl in the city see Jiang Musheng?

Fortunately, Qiqi is trying to cliché and give Aunt Cui a little benefit. She not only tells everything she knows, but also looks like a good old man.

Qi Qi looked disgusted, his eyes flashed coldly, and she ignored her anyway.