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Stepping on the spot to the party site is a basic respect for eating.

Zhao Yimian didn't want to go there early.

First, she didn't want to be caught by Zhou Haiwen to go shopping and buy clothes. Second, after graduation, she didn't have much contact with other people except her roommates, and she had fewer contacts during her studies, so she didn't know what to say when she arrived. Chatting with classmates, she might as well read novels by herself!

Seeing that it was still early, Zhao Yimian simply poured out the things in his bag and prepared to tidy them up.

She has nothing to clean up, and she has a serious obsessive-compulsive disorder when going out. For a dead house where home is her own small world, every time she goes out is a very serious matter, even if she just goes downstairs to throw garbage, what equipment should she bring? She also had to bring all of them, she felt that she would die outside due to some accident.

"Ask for money, ID cards, mobile phones, keys, wallets..."

"Tissues, wet wipes, umbrellas, charging treasures, data cables..."

"Earphones, notebooks, pens..."

Arranging things one by one on the ground, Zhao Yimian felt a sense of accomplishment.

Shen Manyu often complained that the bag she was carrying was a treasure bag, containing everything, hmph, how did she know the sense of security that everything was ready.

"The weather is so hot, do you want to bring a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi water?"

Shen Mingchu also watched Zhao Yimian clean up the things in the bag with great interest, and when she got everything in order, she helped turn the bag over and patted it with her hands, sending out the small items that might have been missed inside. come out.

It fell out together with a few steel coins, and there was also skin dregs wrapped inside.

Only then did Shen Mingchu notice that this bag had obviously been carried for some years. She recalled the photos Shen Manyu had sent her, hesitated and asked: "Mianmian, how long have you been carrying this bag?"

"Four years! I bought it when I was in my senior year, and it only cost 80 yuan. It is still very solid now, isn't it of good quality?"

"I think the inside of it seems to be a little peeled, shall we change to another bag?" Shen Mingchu said in a discussing tone.

"But it's fine outside..."

The outside is actually quite worn, but because the bag is black, it's not so obvious at first glance.

As soon as Shen Mingchu heard her tone, he knew that the little girl was reluctant to follow her bag for several years.

With an idea in mind, she shook the bag clean, zipped it up, and said to her, "I know a master who repairs bags. I'll help you repair the bag some other day. Why don't you just carry my bag today?" Like? I have too many bags, I can’t carry them, and it’s a waste to put them in the closet. I just need you to help me play a role.”

As she spoke, she took out a large brown leather bag from the closet.

The style of this bag is very simple and elegant, with a large volume and soft leather, which looks like a vegetable basket.

Before Zhao Yimian refused, she picked up all the things on the ground and put them neatly into the bag.

She didn't think it was wrong for Zhao Yimian to put so many things in her bag. After packing, she took a bottle of sunscreen spray from the table, "Put this on and spray it whenever you go out. Your skin is tender. It is also easy to be allergic to ultraviolet rays, and it is not easy to get hurt with this.”

Zhao Yimian just stared blankly at her packing everything up for herself, and then handed over the bag. She looked at Shen Mingchu who was smiling at her, and felt as if something hit her heart.

This person...how could he be so good.

It made her feel like she wasn't good enough for her.

"Old, wife, has anyone told you that you are really virtuous?"

"Really?" Shen Mingchu brushed the hair hanging from his cheeks behind his ears, "Then do you like it?"

"Of course I like it!" Zhao Yimian said loudly.

What is worthy or not, such a beautiful and virtuous wife, of course she is mine when she gets married!

……

"Wait for Zhao Yi's face, I will do this to her!"

Zhou Haiwen faced the air, imagining that there was a Zhao Yimian there, making all kinds of hideous and terrifying expressions.

Bi Xiumin looked funny, "It's not like you don't know what kind of temperament Mianmian is."

Hu Yu, who was watching the live video with earphones on, patted Zhou Haiwen on the shoulder with the look of someone who came here, "Wenwen, today's scene is supported by you. Don't count on Mianmian and us."

Speaking of this, Zhou Haiwen gets angry.

"It's agreed that everyone will show off the audience together. It doesn't matter if Xiumin is pregnant and can't wear makeup. I can understand Sibai's experiment in the morning. But you went to the concert last night, and you can't get up this morning. Look at your eyebrows." The painting is so crooked! So is Zhao Yimian, that stinky girl, she agreed to let me make up her makeup, and I prepared all the money for her clothes, but she just didn't come... I was so mad at me Already!"

While talking, she vented her grievances on Zhao Yimian again.

Hu Yu and Bi Xiumin looked at each other and secretly laughed.

They have been roommates with Zhou Haiwen for four years, and they know that she has no bad intentions, but is just a bit competitive. Because she is charming, she has received a lot of criticism for her appearance, so she is particularly concerned about this, and the more others are jealous of her. For beauty, the more she wants to dress up beautifully for everyone to see, the more others think she is a vixen, the more she wants to piss everyone off in a bitch.

"It's almost time, Mianmian should be here soon." Bi Xiumin glanced at the time, and then said to Zhou Haiwen, "Did you tell her that we are waiting for her here?"

Zhou Haiwen said: "After talking about it, hey, no, I will call her and ask her where she is. I still have to go out to pick her up. She is an idiot, and there are eight out of ten, nine times out of ten, I can't find the place... ...It really pissed me off!"

With a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, it is she who is talking about.

She hated her to death, but treated Zhao Yimian like her daughter.

Just as she took out her mobile phone and was about to make a call, Mu Sibai who was reading a paper on her mobile phone suddenly raised her head, pushed her glasses, and said in a calm voice, "Here we are."

Hu Yu was surprised, "What's here?"

Mu Sibai said: "Mianmian is here."

"Where is there?" Zhou Haiwen looked around, because Zhao Yimian said that she was going to wear overalls, so her gaze searched for a girl about 1.6 meters in the crowd who was wearing overalls.

A smile flashed across Mu Sibai's eyes, and he raised his chin in one direction, "There."

Zhou Haiwen looked in the direction she pointed.

About five meters away from the chairs where they were resting, there was a girl standing tall and graceful.

She was wearing a long dark green dress and brown leather shoes. The part of her calf between the skirt and the shoes was whiter than snow. Her long black hair was coiled up, and the fluffy hair was faintly dotted with three or two pearls. Two strands of naughty curly hair hang down the side of her face, she holds her bag in both hands, and Wen Wen stands quietly, like an elf walking out of the forest.

"Ah—" A scream pierced the sky.

Many people were taken aback by this voice, so Zhou Haiwen didn't care about other people's eyes, rushed over and hugged Zhao Yimian, and said to her: "Are you really my Mianmian? Are you really my Mianmian?" Mian? Could it be someone pretending to be it? How could my Mianmian be so beautiful! Ah——Zhao Yimian, you are really amazing!"

Zhao Yimian couldn't help the pride in his heart, and grinned silly.

Before she could maintain her ladylike appearance for 5 minutes, she was broken by this silly smile.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Haiwen, who was happy with her in every possible way last second, changed her face in a second, "Don't laugh!"

Hu Yu complained: "Isn't she like her when she smiles?"

Zhao Yimian answered, "What kind of ancient novel..."

Zhou Haiwen clutched her chest, feeling like she was about to have a heart attack, "Zhao Yimian, you are so good-looking, why do you laugh? Do you know that when you smile, you look like a silly roe deer, without any temperament?" gone."

Bi Xiumin walked over, "I think Mianmian looks pretty when she smiles, and she's friendly."

Zhao Yimian found a backer, took Bi Xiumin's arm and proudly said to Zhou Haiwen: "Did you hear, did you hear, what the head of the office said is the truth."

After the exchange with Zhou Haiwen, she greeted the other two roommates.

"Xiao Yuer, Si Bai, long time no see."

"Yu'er, who is your husband now, Sibai Xueba, how many SCI articles have you published recently?"

Hu Yu pretended to be sad, "How can you ask me who my current husband is, you should ask me how many husbands I have now."

"Not too many, not too many, just one hundred and eighty articles."

Si Bai also replied with a smile.

"Okay, okay, it's almost time, it's time to go upstairs, the group is urging."

Bi Xiumin reminded.

Zhou Haiwen raised her head high like a fighting rooster, and pulled Zhao Yimian to her side, "Go, Mianmian, let's kill them!"

"Go, go, go," Zhao Yimian saved his arm from her hand, "If you want to be pretty, go."

She doesn't do that kind of showy stuff.

She returned to Bi Xiumin's side again, her eyes kept rolling on her belly, the rolling eyeballs were full of curiosity, Bi Xiumin saw her thoughts, and asked actively: "Do you want to touch it? "

Zhao Yimian's eyes lit up, "Is it okay?"

Bi Xiumin said: "Of course you can. You are his future godmothers. There is nothing you can do. If you give birth to a son, your little brother will be able to play for you."

"Pfft."

"My mother is undoubtedly."

"The most ruthless people are gentlemen!"

With Bi Xiumin's permission, they stopped, and Zhao Yimian carefully placed his hands on the belly of the head of the dormitory.

"It's hard...it feels really different."

"I like it, I like to give birth to one by myself."

Bi Xiumin urged.

Zhao Yimian immediately withdrew his hand like an electric shock, with a terrified expression on his face, "No, no, you should do such a great thing as raising a child. I just hope to find a rich woman to support me."

Zhou Haiwen spat at her, "Nothing."

Zhao Yimian's eyes widened, and she confronted her tit for tat, "Touch your conscience, isn't there a time when you don't want to work hard?"