deep sleep

Meng Yidie apologized repeatedly, saying that her descendants have been confused after three bottles of beer.In the past, when she was the only one at home, it was normal to lie down and sleep on the sofa in the living room after drinking.

Simiao choked her to death with three words: You used to lie across from someone before you went to bed?You greeted me before you squeezed my quilt, did you lose your memory in seconds?Even if you regard me as your soul lover, the thick flesh on my back is not your ex-lover, can't you feel it?

After being blocked for a few seconds, Meng Yidie lowered her head, "Yes... I'm too carried away, and, Simiao, your back is not thick."

"I know." Simiao backtracked again, "I just got drunk." Of course, it's rare for such a rigid person like Meng Yidie to utter a nice word, so Simiao forgot about it.The big thing is that on Saturday, I will take Meng Yidie, who has been quiet for a few days, to the hospital to remove the thread on his chin, and after that there is an agreement with Wan Hesong.

"For lunch, just put the vegetables in the microwave and heat them for 2 minutes, shall we? The rice cooker is rice, with dried plums and vegetables and meat steamed on top." Sitting on the sidelines and listening to the lecture, one big and one small told life matters.

"Simiao, the cashmere dress... Slightly does make your back and waist very delicate, but it shows a little bit of your stomach." Meng Yidie's chin was patched, but her eyesight was not.

That dress was immediately thrown aside by Simiao, and she picked up the last option, a black, student-like V-neck brushed dress, and looked at Meng Yidie unsurely, she nodded repeatedly, "This is fine." Looks great with casual sneakers too. You could try it with your hair down…”

Simiao immediately pulled the hair rope, fiddled with her long hair and looked at Meng Yidie again.

The other party opened his mouth a little wider, "Wow, Simiao..." The peach blossoms trembled on the branches again.

"Auntie, it looks good!" Maodou's affirmation also boosted Simiao's confidence, "This is it." Quickly changed her clothes, Simiao finally added some makeup, and deepened the blush on her cheeks and lips under Meng Yidie's suggestion. The color also picked a more vivid jelly color.

"It's a black dress, but the V-neck design highlights your figure. If the makeup on your face is old-fashioned, it won't complement the design of this dress." Meng Yidie stood up on crutches, approached Simiao and looked at it carefully, " It would be great to add a bigger earring too…”

Simiao accepted all of her suggestions.After a few people got into the car, Simiao took a last look at herself in the mirror, "That's it... that's it." In fact, she was quite happy because this dress really made herself beautiful.

Meng Yidie can't wear nice clothes, she still wears sweater and sportswear, Simiao turned her head, "I'll buy you two more later."

"Me too." Maodou is wearing the same style as Aunt Meng today.The hats, one big and one small, were all turned upside down. Simiao turned around and straightened the hats for Maodou, then glanced at the person who had scolded the hooligans, and finally instructed Maodou, "Take off the collar for Aunt Meng."

"Aunt, did you see Wanhe Song after you sent us back?" Mao Dou was still conscientious, thinking about the important events in Aunt's life.

"Yes, she arrived before eleven o'clock in the morning, and we have an appointment." It was the coffee shop where the fake scholar ate self-heating hot pot last time.Simiao prayed to Wan Hesong not to serve duck wings and pork head with two heads of garlic to invite her to eat together.

She was not in a happy or nervous mood, as if she was going to do an ordinary business without any expectations.

Meng Yidie looked at Simiao's serious eyes, and put into her stomach the words that she wanted to encourage her.She just said softly to Simiao after the stitches were removed, "It's okay if you can't come back at night, I will take good care of Maodou." It is not easy to fall in love with a child, and she believes that the reason why Simiao is single is because she can't let Maodou go. , rather than her poor condition.

Although Simiao has a little bad habit, such as smoking and swearing, but that can be ignored.Who in the world doesn't have any hobbies?

Just relying on Simiao's flat figure, which is not convex in the front and not warped in the back, and the beautiful face plate, his excellent cooking skills are enough to make people tempted.What's more, she seems to have a hot temper, but she is actually very gentle and kind.

Flushed by Meng Yidie's kindness, Simiao parked the car at the door of the house, "It's still early, it's a matter of course."

But when Simiao saw the master sitting outside the coffee shop, Simiao's calmness was replaced by a rapid heartbeat: These days, anyone who dares to pick a size and wear a pair of round-rim glasses stands out from the crowd, except for Wang Peiyu, It is Wanhe Pine.

Looking at old photos, I thought Wanhesong was "reluctantly pretty" because she was obviously overweight in the photos.The Wanhesong in front of him is thin and thin, with sharp eyes, clean facial features, and neat skin. He looks at most 34 or [-] years old.When the corners of the mouth curled up, six words were written on the lines in the thin lips: Gentleman is as warm as water.

Opening his mouth, his voice was so clear that Simiao just wanted to hear her talk.

Wanhesong said, Hello Simiao, I am Wanhesong, nice to meet you.My real surname is Wan, and my first name is Hesong.

Simiao nodded, and continued to say, "Good name, good name. My surname is Zeng, and my name is Simiao. My mother gave me this name because of the flood in Yangjiang the year I was born, and because of my fate. Lack of water."

Wan Hesong handed her coffee, "You are cuter than in the photo." Her eyes were full of smiles, and it seemed that the stone in her heart had also fallen to the ground.

After meeting Ji many times, Simiao sat still for an hour and a half for the first time, and then found a quiet Sichuan restaurant for dinner with Wan Hesong.

When Wanhe Song was so hot that his head was sweating, he lightly dabbed it with a handkerchief, Simiao thought to himself that this was compared to Meng Yidie who was pinching a tissue and didn't know where she was going.

Wan Hesong went shopping with Simiao after dinner, and Simiao bought two sets of sports and leisure clothes for Meng Yidie according to her height.Wan Hesong didn't ask any questions, just helped Simiao carry the bag and waited with a smile.

When the two were side by side, Wan Hesong walked steadily, and did not make any impolite attempts, such as touching shoulders and arms, pulling down fingers and so on.

Accompanying Wan Hesong to run two scenic spots full of chess-playing old men and square-dancing aunts, Wan Hesong asked Simiao, "I'll arrange dinner, is that okay?"

Everything makes people feel like spring breeze, just right.This is the accumulation of 48 years of social experience and the condensation of knowledge and character.Simiao's originally empty heart was slowly filled with anticipation.Age really doesn't matter.she thought.

Wan Hesong took her to a private room in a five-star hotel, and the food was delivered in a short while, along with a bottle of red wine, and the time was just right.Wan Hesong said that she was an architect, and she also studied in the Department of Architecture of a well-known university in Shanghai.Now there are jobs in several new front-line buildings in the south, and some houses have been bought, but unfortunately everywhere is empty and there is no warmth and popularity.

Decent people always like to give people the impression that "I'm not bragging, I'm just saying that I have a little bit of strength, not much, just enough to crush ordinary people".

Simiao smiled lightly at these, only thinking that the big net abalone and sumi thick soup in front of her were too delicious.

The red wine bottomed out without knowing it.Wan Hesong said that we should do palm reading.After Simiao stretched out her hand, she was pressed against her warm palm, and Wan Hesong said, "I'm not very good at talking, and I'm also a boring person. But when I see you, I just want to recite a poem I recited when I was a child...

"The rippling is full of water chestnuts, and the clearness reflects the reeds."

Simiao didn't know how to translate, so she roughly guessed that Wan Hesong was boasting that she was not a coquettish bitch.When the wine glass was brought to her lips, for some reason, she always felt that it was all in a dream.

Wan Hesong's hand had already wrapped around her waist, Simiao breathed in, fearing that her beer belly would poke her.

Wan Hesong's lips fell to her ear, and said, "It's okay, a little belly is cute."

Those hands swam to Simiao's skirt, they were not at all familiar with the person who pronounced "Lingjiangjiawei".Her smell of alcohol was carried to Simiao's mouth again, and Simiao's red wine dripped onto her dress, "I'm Armani, high imitation..." After Simiao cried out inwardly, her body had already fallen into Wanhesong's arms .

The gentle and jade-like person was panting now, "Si Miao, is it okay?"

Didn't her hand reach above the navel before she asked "Is it okay?"Simiao frowned, and finally decided where the unreal feeling came from.She tried to push Wanhesong away, but the other party's kiss caught up to her neck, and her hands were tightly bound.

Simiao pushed hard, and the cup fell on the carpet, "Didn't I say it's okay?" Simiao stood up and wiped the wine stains on her clothes, "Are you in a hurry? I haven't met you for eight hours."

Don't you want to close Guan Jujiu or something and come back for in-depth communication in at least a month?Simiao was about to leave, Wan Hesong held her back and apologized, "I'm sorry, I was too anxious."

Simiao broke away from her hand, "I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood anymore." Before she left, she didn't forget to take away the clothes she bought for Meng Yidie.

She was walking alone on the street with her shopping bag swaying, ignoring the messages of Wanhesong in her pocket one after another.

Not like Zhou Wei, not like Zhou Wei.Let's talk about a serious relationship, and people start reading poems before they start.

Simiao is not demanding, she just wants to have a cheesy relationship with someone and live a cheesy life.

Pushing open the door of Meng Yidie's house, Si Miao and Er Niu sat under the rose and looked at each other.Simiao wanted to cry, but Erniu was curious.The people in the house who heard the sound opened the door, Maodou's face was covered with barbecue sauce, and Meng Yidie, who was following on crutches, was still holding a skewer in his hand.

"Auntie?" Maodou saw Simiao sitting there sadly, but didn't say "I'm exhausted".

"Si Miao?" Meng Yidie walked down the stairs with her crutches and came to Simiao's side.

Simiao looked up at her nervous face, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she pointed at her skirt, "It's poured with wine."

"It's okay, I can send it to dry cleaning." Meng Yidie comforted her.

When Simiao's tears fell, Meng Yidie suddenly felt uncomfortable in her heart. She didn't care about the danger of being scolded as a hooligan, so she put her arms around Simiao's shoulders, "It's fine, just go home."