Pack O green tea is always on my mind

All the people in the cat café were doing their own thing, or chatting with the seat opposite, only a small number of people, especially those who had struck up a conversation with Tong Nan, looked this way.

Tong Nan stared at Song Yinchi and didn't speak for a while. They were like a still picture at this moment.

Everything behind it is a foil.

A waiter passed between the two of them with a tray, and the intriguing aroma of coffee wafted away. Tong Nan just came back to her senses, and the look around her made her feel a little more cramped than usual.

In fact, she hadn't expected the first meeting between the two after they broke up, and it was under such circumstances...

Some emotions came out of nowhere and caught her off guard.

Tong Nan was even more annoyed by being surrounded by people, as if he couldn't go down the steps.

She closed her eyes, suppressed the turbulent emotions in her heart, and said to Song Yinchi coldly: "Please let me out, you are blocking my way out."

Song Yinchi paused as she stroked the cat's fur with her fingertips. She lowered her face and took a step to the left, passing her by the familiar scent.

Tong Nan walked outside at a slightly faster pace. The sun in the summer evening was still a little prosperous, but she forgot to hold an umbrella.

It was only after walking for a while that I realized that it was in the opposite direction from home.

The hot wind from outside broke in through the crack of the open door and rushed into Song Yinchi's arms.

She lightly pinched the nape of the cat's neck and said in a low voice, "Not good. You've exposed us both by running around like this."

The cat made a series of "purring" sounds, and was angry with the owner for going too far.

Seeing this, Song Yinchi raised his lips in a smile that was not a smile, and threatened: "If you prevent me from catching up with my wife, you don't even want to have a wife!"

Two days ago, Tong Nan posted a selfie on Weibo, with this cat cafe in the background.

Her Weibo account is Tong Nan's "iron fan" for three years——

When she was studying abroad, she created this trumpet. Like all crushes, she used the trumpet to pay attention to Tong Nan's life, listen to her talk about her troubles in study, and give her encouragement and advice.

All actions are quite restrained, always maintaining a mysterious distance from the online world.

Until one day, Tong Nan said that she didn't want to draw anymore. She almost couldn't hold back at that time, and her fingers had already opened the interface for buying air tickets——

She wanted to go back to China and ask Tong Nan. It was agreed at the beginning that they would work hard for their dreams and meet at the top.

Can't count?

But then she had a big game,

So abruptly stopped the thought.

She used the Weibo trumpet to ask Tong Nan for WeChat, and chatted with Tong Nan all night. Tong Nan said that her voice was very similar to that of a friend.

She asked, is it a very important person?

Tong Nan replied lightly: "It used to be."

used to be.

But she has replaced "once" with "now".

Song Yinchi hugged the cat, caught up with Tong Nan, didn't dare to hold Tong Nan, just walked side by side with her, and asked from a distance: "My friend said he was going home first because the cat felt uncomfortable after the injection. "

"Tong Nan, can you give me a ride?"

When Tong Nan heard Song Yinchi say this, she almost laughed angrily, but she turned her eyes, suddenly thought of something, and glanced lightly at Song Yinchi: "Get in the car."

Song Yinchi sat in the co-pilot and squeezed his hands awkwardly.

The cat jumped over her shoulder and lay down on the back seat to rest.

Tong Nan ignited the engine, glanced at Song Yinchi, whose ears were red, and his cheeks were also red, and asked knowingly, "Is it hot?"

More than hot.

The small car space is full of Omega's pheromone fragrance, like soaking her in a pool of warm water, and the water flow seems to touch her skin as if nothing.

Song Yinchi's palms were all wet, his heart was about to move, but he couldn't do anything, this was the most uncomfortable thing.

Song's villa and Tong Nan's house are in completely different directions, and it takes at least half an hour to go there.

During these half an hour, Song Yinchi was restless, she took off the shirt that was draped outside, revealing the ginger camisole underneath, her round and fair shoulders were dripping with sweat and shining with crystal luster.

The orange-gold sunset outside the car window penetrated the gaps in the leaves, scattered and mottled, and fell on Song Yinchi's shoulders. The dazzling and charming colors and ghostly shadows followed the perfect curve inch by inch.

The indescribable beauty impacted Tong Nan's heart, and she heard the sound of her heart beating faster.

From the corner of the eye, Song Yinchi glanced at Song Yinchi, who rested his arms on his chin and leaned wearily against the back of the chair. Her back was very thin, and her two butterfly bones were delicate and moving.

She is like a butterfly that stops here and will fly away at any time.

Tong Nan lowered the car window, and the hot wind from outside came in, dispelling the pheromone smell in the car.

The buzzing sound of the car speeding on the road also miraculously calmed her heart down.

Ten minutes later, Tong Nan parked the car at the door of Song's villa.

Looking at the scenery in front of her, she was a little dazed.

She bought the villa and didn't entrust a special person to take care of it, but the lush greenery and blooming flowers in front of her made her speechless and surprised.

There are fresh green plants climbing on the cold iron gate, the lawn inside is very neatly trimmed, a beautiful and fresh flower wall stands beside the swimming pool, and there are large clusters of windmills on the roof of the villa, which is glowing red in the setting sun. Jasmine hung down.

The cat jumped from the back seat of the car to the front, lying on Tong Nan's legs, biting the cuff of her suit, Tong Nan looked down at it.

After watching for a few seconds, "Song Yinchi, come and take your cat away, I'm leaving."

Song Yinchi unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over, his long black hair fell down, almost scraping Tong Nan's collarbone.

Tong Nan frowned, and couldn't hold back, feeling the scorching heat from the bony finger bones of the other party, touched her thigh, and carried the cat away.

The itching at the collarbone slowly spread.

Tong Nan stretched out his hand and rubbed it, turning the skin into a piece of pink like cooked shrimp.

This bright color fell into Song Yinchi's eyes, she laughed, and gently stroked the cat's back with her slender fingertips, holding the corners of her lips, as if she wanted to say a thousand words, but in the end, she only said, "goodbye?"

"I hope we can see you soon next time."

The sunset spread behind her, smudged her eyebrows and smile beautifully, and the slender eyelashes seemed to be dyed with light.

Tong Nan glared at Song Yinchi: "You think well."

"By the way, what's your cat's name?"

"Cones."

Song Yinchi picked up the cone, held her front paw, and made a gesture of "goodbye" with Tong Nan.

"By the way, my pot of orchids fell at your house, can I go and pick them up tomorrow?"

Song Yinchi took two steps, then turned back, and asked while lying on the car window.The eyes widen innocently and pitifully.

Tong Nan rolled his eyes: "I'll have someone bring it to you tomorrow."

"Aren't you home tomorrow?"

The answer to Song Yinchi was a series of car exhaust that galloped away.

Song Yinchi rubbed the soft paw pad of the cone, bowed her head and smiled softly. She relied on Tong Nan's soft heart again and again, so she dared to be so unscrupulous, aggressive, and made one request after another.

Cones?

The name is quite cute.

Tong Nan was driving on the way home, and thoughts popped out of his head uncontrollably.She also wants to raise a cat. Although she can't even take care of herself well in many cases, having a pet can bring people growth to a certain extent.

But it's getting late now, Tong Nan plans to go to the pet shop tomorrow.

After driving the car into the garage, Tong Nan knelt on the seat and leaned over to get the bag on the back seat.

Unexpectedly, the cards in the bag were scattered all over the floor.

If you are careless, you can forget to pull the zipper!Tong Nan complained to himself from the bottom of his heart.

She bent down with great effort to pick up the cards one by one, but in the darkness, she suddenly touched something cold that did not belong to paper, like a metal object.

Tong Nan was slightly puzzled, turned on the flashlight of the phone, picked it up, and saw that it was a string of silver anklets.

Anklet?

But she was the only one driving this car, and besides Song Yinchi, no one had been in the co-pilot.

and so…

Tong Nan held the anklet in his palm, and the other party played a very ambiguous scheme.

Song Yinchi could come over to pick up the anklet on an excuse, and have continuous contact with her; or she could be found by the other party after she brought the possible ambiguous object into the car, and be suspected by the other party...

Tong Nan sneered, and didn't follow Song Yinchi's wishes. She dialed the phone and said, "You left my anklet here. Come and pick it up sometime." Of course, she didn't intend to give the bracelet along with the orchid. Song Yinchi sent it over.

She wanted Song Yinchi to understand that the hole she dug tonight would end up being the one she jumped into and fell in pain.

The one who suffers must be Song Yinchi himself.

……

The empty villa was particularly deserted, with a breathless tranquility.

Loneliness enveloped Tong Nan, and after many days, she finally opened the door of Song Yinchi's bedroom.

The quilt was folded into a tofu block and leaned against the head of the bed. The sheets were flat, with almost no wrinkles, and the two wardrobe doors were tightly closed.

Tong Nan took a deep breath, looked at it roughly, and then walked straight to the window sill.

I opened the curtain and saw that the pot of orchid was hidden behind, and it was already a little wilted. Maybe in a few days, it would be almost wilted due to dehydration.

Tong Nan stood there quietly, drooping his long eyelashes, and trembling his shoulders after a long time.

Song Yinchi calculated everything just right, and even guessed her mind thoroughly.

She disguised herself as an Omega, ate and lived with her, and didn't even hesitate to tag her at the end.

She knows better than anyone that she is the most hard-spoken and soft-hearted.

Tong Nan rubbed his smooth and beautiful jaw line, and before he knew it, goose bumps appeared on it.

Song Yinchi was really, really scary.

But what was even more frightening was that she had already fallen in love with him.

Even her fearfulness and calculations are cute and justified in her eyes, and she even wishes to play this cat-and-mouse game with her for a while longer.

Tong Nan went outside to get a watering can, watered the pot of orchids, then carried it back to his room.

For dinner, Tong Nan planned to cook noodles by himself.

She took an egg and tomato from the refrigerator, beat the egg liquid, cut the tomato into slices, fried them thoroughly and put them into the boiling noodles...

A person's life is not difficult, without Song Yinchi, she can also live well.

After dinner, Tong Nan threw the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher, took a bottle of beer and a glass, and stood on the balcony on the top floor to blow the air.

"The Sea of ​​Clouds under the Moonlight" by Joe Hisaishi was playing outside the phone, and the fragrance of flowers in the yard was blown by the wind, blowing towards his face. Tong Nan lay comfortably in the rattan chair, with his toes pointing to the ground, swaying from time to time.

Half-drunk, she was sprawled out on the terrace, half-drunk, with one side of her thin shirt slipping off.

With her back to the moon, Tong Nan took a selfie. Her eyes were shining with water, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were like a ripe cherry, tempting to pick.

Weibo has hundreds of comments in less than 1 minute——

[Ahhhh!Sister, I can! ]

[Wuuuuuuu, put on your clothes quickly!It's okay if you don't wear it well, I want to lick Zai Zai's glands (bushi himself)]

[Is Nanzai drunk? This is the first time I post this kind of selfie, 呵呵~ What a blessing! ]

[Whether it's cold or not, come to Ma Ma's arms! ]

Tong Nan flipped through the comments and laughed unconsciously, alas, the fans are still cute, full of pure enthusiasm.

But as she scrolled down, she found a comment with a different painting style.

[Are you in a bad mood? ]

not in a good mood?

Where did she see it?

Tong Nan felt that his smile was even brighter than that [呲牙] expression.

Taking a closer look, the Weibo user's name looks familiar.

It's an old fan who has been with her for three years.Tong Nan couldn't help but private message the other party: [Long time no see. ]

[I haven't seen your comment for a long time, what have you been up to lately? ]

Except for the last time when she fell into the whirlpool of public opinion, the other party showed up and sent many private messages to encourage her. After that, she didn't show up for a long time.Tong Nan thought that she was busy with her own life. After all, the online world is only a part of life. To be able to meet and chat together is at most relying on illusory fate. Anything that happens in reality can break this fragile connection.

Although this person's weibo name is a string of simple numbers without any rules, Tong Nan can recite them.

Because this person accompanied her through a very dark time, thanks to the encouragement of this online friend, she was able to not give up painting completely.

Tong Nan remembered that he had added the other party's WeChat.The last time I complained was a year ago.

She impulsively sent a message to the other party on WeChat: [Can I make a voice call with you? ]

[Something happened in my life, I hope I can chat with you. ]

[If you are disturbed, just pretend I was drunk tonight, and I apologize. ]

There was no response there.

Tong Nan dialed the voice call directly.

With the sound of "beep", the long and tense waiting began.

Song Yinchi looked at the voice call that popped up on the WeChat account, his hands trembled, and he almost dropped the phone to the ground.

She bit her lower lip and pressed the green connect button nervously.

The author has something to say: Song Yinchi: I want the hair growth liquid in your hands to be more scheming

Tong Nan: I want to eat the nutrient solution in your hands and fight against the dark-hearted Song Yinchi

Author: To put it bluntly, I just want to ask for the nutrient solution in the hands of the cute readers~

There should be a second update later, I'm working hard! !