chasing wife crematorium

When Su Lang followed Feng Qingzhou downstairs, she stopped.

This community is very green and well managed. There are no scattered branches and leaves on the road, and there is no pet feces. Many roads are interlaced between flowers and plants, which makes people breathe a lot more fresh.

Although it was somewhat beyond Su Lan's expectation.

Feng Qingzhou was keenly aware of her emotions, and asked, "Why, a little surprised?"

Su Lang looked left and right, and replied: "The environment is very good, but... just, unexpectedly, it's very ordinary."

"Normal?" Feng Qingzhou thought for a while, "Ah, do you think I should live in a manor with an area of ​​thousands or even tens of thousands of square meters, and a housekeeper welcomes me in?"

This description is very visual.

Su Lang laughed: "Although it's not that exaggerated, I think the director should at least live in a villa."

Feng Qingzhou was helpless: "Where is the villa here, as long as it is close to the office."

Besides, she doesn't like villas very much... The house is empty now, shouldn't the villa be even more empty?The space occupied by loneliness will make her suffocate.

"That's right." Su Lang pointed to the elevator apartments in front of her, "Director, your house is up there?"

"Ah."

Su Lang stretched her waist, "Well, since it's delivered, I'm going home. The community is very safe, and all strangers have to register. Even if those two people follow, it's not convenient to come in. It should be fine, you go back quickly Bar."

After she finished speaking, she turned around to leave, but her arm was grabbed by Feng Qingzhou.

"Are you going to take me home?" After saying this, Feng Qingzhou felt a little regretful.According to Su Lang's temperament, what else could he do besides send her home?

Not surprisingly, Su Lang tilted her head and asked curiously: "Yes, otherwise what else?"

And... what?This question is also asking the wind light boat.

"..." She was at a loss for words for a while, "No, you...tossed all the way, and then... went back?" She didn't know what she wanted to say, but it was just... very awkward.

Su Lang thought for a while, and finally realized, the boss is so grateful.

"Do you still want me to go up and drink a glass of water? Then I still..." Before she finished speaking, Feng Qingzhou replied in a gentle manner: "Then go up and drink water."

Su Lan was stunned: "Huh?"

Regardless of her daze, Feng Qingzhou walked home, holding his trembling hands and hot cheeks while walking.

Su Lan scratched her head behind her, but still followed.

The moment Feng Qingzhou opened the door with the key, there was a sense of tension that he had never felt before, and then a sense of guilt for abducting the girl home.

Did she... did she tidy up the house this morning?Is the table clean?Did you throw your clothes around?Is there any dust on the ground?Will it make Su Lan feel that she doesn't like to be clean?

After thinking a lot, Feng Qingzhou became more and more nervous.

And after entering the door, she regretted even more: God, what's wrong with a woman who is supposed to be mature, why did she insist on bringing Su Lan home?Don't you hate guests at home the most? !

It must be because Su Lan sent her all the way, she was so touched, right?

Right, that is it.

Feng Qingzhou, who successfully hypnotized himself, coughed lightly, and handed Su Lan a brand new pair of blue slippers and shoe covers, feeling a little cramped: "Well, there are very few guests at home, so it's new, don't mind."

As soon as Feng Qingzhou finished speaking, he wanted to bite his own tongue. What does Su Lang care about new things?Although this color is exactly the same as the color of my slippers, one red and one blue, but it doesn't mean anything!

Since ancient times, red and blue are cp, whoever said nonsense, there is no scientific basis!She just happened to get these two colors, right?

What she didn't know whether to be thankful or disappointed was that Su Lan didn't care about these things at all. She looked at Feng Qingzhou's house curiously, and while putting on shoe covers, she changed into blue slippers: "It's okay, it's already You don’t have to be too particular about drinking a glass of water.”

The wind and light boat that was tossing around for a glass of water: "..."

Do you really want a glass of water?Isn't this a polite remark?

Well, it's not necessarily true that Su Lang is here.

Feng Qingzhou sighed resignedly, went to pick up two cups of warm water, put them on the table, and then said awkwardly: "Actually..."

"actually?"

Su Lan quite likes the decoration style of Fengqingzhou, which is simple and elegant, without too many bells and whistles.In the huge hall, there is a wide-screen TV set in the front, and a modern white square coffee table in the middle. There are not many things placed on it, only teapots and cups are placed, and a teapot is placed behind it. Fruit baskets and bags of nuts.The surface of the coffee table was quite clean, resembling a solid-colored piece of milk, obviously someone had cleaned it up for a long time.And what she likes the most are the leather sofas, the soft Su Lang sinks into it, as if she has no bones, she doesn't want to move at all.

Feng Qingzhou took a cat-patterned pillow and sat down, "I'm not sure if they're still there. It's too unsafe for you to go back alone."

Su Lang nestled on the sofa, like a cat that was full and waiting to rest, yawned lazily: "Why is it not safe, I am not you, I have no fighting power."

Feng Qingzhou: "..."

This man really doesn't treat himself as a guest.

Feng Qingzhou couldn't help thinking, what kind of image did she have in Su Lang's heart?Could it be some weak woman?The movement of his hands didn't stop, and he pinched a piece of soft flesh.

"Hiss, it hurts, it hurts! Boss, I was wrong!" Su Lan's face was twisted into a ball, and those who didn't know thought she had been beaten.

Feng Qingzhou gave her a cool look: "Still acting? I just put my hand on it."

Su Lang smiled, and quickly changed back to the limp posture like a salted fish, "No, you are usually so gentle, why are you always so fierce to me."

Feng Qingzhou frowned, and found that the matter was not simple: "Am I fierce?"

Isn't she as gentle as a spring breeze?

Su Lang wondered if this was not nonsense, and nodded honestly: "That's for sure, are you also aggressive and choking towards others? Let me tell you, your aggressiveness is just like..." Before the words came out, Feng Qingzhou repeated the question with a spring breeze: "Am I fierce?"

The voice was as soft as cotton candy, but Su Lang suspected that the moment she was sure, it might not be cotton candy, but a poison that sealed the throat with blood.

"When..." Swallowing, an inexplicable desire to survive welled up in her heart, Su Lang quickly changed her words, "Of course it's not fierce!"

Tsk, power is stronger than others, it's okay to admit defeat to the director, Su Lang comforted herself.

"Hypocrisy." Feng Qingzhou took a sip of hot water, feeling very happy in his heart, but said lightly, "Your expression is not sincere."

They all say that they are good-looking, and everything they do is pleasing to the eye. Su Lang thinks there is some truth to this statement.It's just an ordinary act of drinking water, but Su Lang can see the gentleness and charm unique to a housewife, and has the illusion that the two have been together for a long time.

Well, we have been together for a long time...

Su Lang felt a little inexplicably thirsty, she turned her eyes away and said, "You can still see what I'm thinking?"

How could Feng Qingzhou really have the special function of mind reading, so he just casually said the earthy love story they talked about before, "You miss me."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Su Lan was choked successfully, but because Feng Qingzhou happened to be telling the truth, she blushed a little and did not refute.

Seeing her reaction, Feng Qingzhou was stunned for a while, and felt a little bit of meaning, and didn't know what to say for a moment.The two were silent for a while, and then one turned left and the other turned right tacitly.

The atmosphere became subtle.

Feng Qingzhou thought, what does Su Lan mean?Could it be that Su Lan was really thinking about herself?Impossible, this person is so upright, what can he have?Oh no, can there be any pink cells?

Su Lan thought, Feng Qingzhou wouldn't misunderstand what she meant, right?Although what she meant was somewhat meaningful, it was actually not that kind of meaning, just appreciation!The beauty is picturesque, as an ordinary person, of course I can't help seeing it, right?She, she is a straight girl of steel, the kind straighter than steel!

Could it be a steel straight who is shaken by beauty?

Can?Of course not!

The two of them turned their minds sharply and turned their heads at the same time.

Su Lan: "I..."

Feng Qingzhou: "You..."

Eyes wide open, the picture was a little awkward for a while.

Su Lang is very gentlemanly: "You talk first." She thought, Feng Qingzhou is also a straight girl, maybe there is something wrong with it, let the other party talk first, so that she can explain herself.

Feng Qingzhou is very ladylike: "No, you say it first." She thought, Su Lang is a straight girl, it is impossible for her to have any romantic thoughts, it is better for the other party to speak first, so as not to be wrong and embarrassing like before.

"You first."

"No, you go first."

Under another round of staring attacks, Su Lang was the first to lose, and wiped away her tears.

"You are the boss, you speak first."

"You are the backbone, you speak first."

Su Lan sat upright, and stood up dumbfounded: "You should go first, after all, you are 1.7 meters." See, she even concealed her own height in order to let Feng Qingzhou speak first.

"You should go first. If you are short, you should talk first." This man is really stingy, he dared to wait for himself here, Feng Qingzhou lowered his noble head of 1.7 meters, and chose to sympathize with the little dwarf.

"..."

Su Lang was very angry, Feng Qingzhou was always warm like a spring breeze to others, how could he be so naive and childish to her?Doesn't she know that concentration is essence?

Unsure of what to say, she chose a catchphrase: "You say you have big breasts first."

The moment she finished speaking, she regretted it.

Feng Qingzhou's eyes were very complicated, she glanced at hers, then at Su Lang's, she was silent for a while, and found that she couldn't refute Su Lang's almost self-deprecating words.But, thinking of Su Lang looking at her chest quietly, she blushed a little annoyed, and started threatening:

"...If you don't say it, if you don't say it..."

Okay, Su Lan knows what Feng Qingzhou wants to do.

She moaned and interrupted Feng Qingzhou: "Deduct my salary, right? You can deduct it, it's not much anyway." Coupled with Su Lan's sad expression, she is like a kitten oppressed by its master, Under the heavy pressure of life, he gradually became pitiful.

It's rare for Feng Qingzhou to feel guilty. Could it be that she really regards this sentence as a habitual threat?Is she such an exaggerated director?

As it turns out, she is.

"Then...the next month will be deducted."

Su Lan gradually lost her smile: "...?" Can anyone tell her what kind of devil this lady Feng Qingzhou is?

Seeing Su Lang's deflated look, Feng Qingzhou suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled softly.

This smile is very much like the ancient paintings that Su Lang had seen in the art exhibition.Time scrolled silently, looking back suddenly, captured the flying clothes and smile of the ancient woman.Although I can't remember the face and clothes, I can still remember the tenderness and tenderness that never faded.

And Feng Qingzhou seemed to fill in the gaps in her memory, miraculously merged with that shadow, and it was as beautiful as a dream.

Su Lang seemed to be bewitched by the wine-like sound, her ears turned red, and she took an identical cat pillow from the side and hugged it in her arms.

Feng Qingzhou watched her movements quietly, without any reaction, but the soft light in his eyes became more intense.In the past, her best friend Xiao Mingyan once asked her, what is an ideal life like?

She once said this: "Sitting on the sofa at home with the person I like, we can have a good conversation, and we can also be silent."

But Su Lan, is it this person?She, but is she willing to be this person?

Feng Qingzhou doesn't want to think deeply.

Over there, Su Lan, a student in the small class of the kindergarten, chose to admit defeat: "Okay, I lost, let me talk first."

Feng Qingzhou, a student in the small class of the kindergarten, raised his eyebrows and spread his hands, indicating that please start your performance.

Su Lang thought for a while: "...What are you talking about?"

"...Coincidentally, I forgot too."

"Then say something else."

"Row."

The two quickly came to an agreement.

Su Lang glanced and glanced in the living room, and finally remembered something: "Your living room is quite big, but there seems to be something missing?"

"what?"

Su Lang looked and looked towards the dining room, making sure that there was no such thing as a dining table, "Where do you eat?"

Feng Qingzhou froze all over, closed his eyes, and said lightly: "Oh, that, I usually don't eat at home."

"It's normal to go to work, what about weekends?"

"Let's take out."

Su Lang didn't find it strange, it was quite normal, "I sometimes order it on weekends, but where do you eat it?"

Feng Qingzhou was silent for a while, and looked away.

"... right here."

Su Lan was lucky that she had good hearing, so she could hear the soft voice, "Here? Where is this? Coffee table?"

Feng Qingzhou nodded slightly.

This is strange, generally speaking, people who are not lazy or those who like to eat while watching TV will not eat on the coffee table.After all, this coffee table is white, not too dirty, and it's not like what Feng Qingzhou, who has always been clean and diligent, would do.

"Do you like watching TV?"

After Su Lang asked this question, she didn't quite believe it. The TV looked brand new, and it felt like it hadn't been turned on a few times.Besides, now that mobile phones and computers are so convenient, there are quite a few people watching TV, right?

"I don't like it, it's just... I don't want to sit at the dinner table." Feng Qingzhou's tone was very light, floating like a rootless weed.

No matter how rough Su Lang's nerves were, she could sense the abnormality, so she could only change the subject clumsily: "I'll stay a little longer, and then I'll go home..."

Feng Qingzhou lowered his eyelids, not very interested: "Yeah."

Su Lan looked at Feng Qingzhou and felt that the other party was a bit lonely.She looked around, perhaps because her mentality had changed, so she no longer thought as before.She likes the decoration of Feng Qingzhou's house very much, but as a home, the colors are too bland, right?Either white or black... Her best friend said that this is a typical cold color.

The man was awkward at times, she thought.

Su Lang sighed, stood up, walked towards Feng Qingzhou, then squatted down in front of her, like a kitten of chestnut color to please its master, staring at Feng Qingzhou seriously: "What are you thinking?"

She didn't notice her voice, it was soft and sweet like a ball of glutinous rice wrapped in sugar grains.

Feng Qingzhou was a little at a loss by Su Lang's actions, and helplessly grabbed the pillow in his hand: "...No, I just... think that your way back is not safe. In case, they are still squatting below How to do it?"

Feng Qingzhou didn't know what she was talking about, she just wanted Su Lang to stay...

Stay in this empty house.

Su Lan seemed to have seen through her, but also seemed not to, her tone was a little coaxing: "Then what do you think should be done?"

Feng Qingzhou suppressed the ball of hair that had sprouted in his heart.

"I have no idea."

Su Lang put her hand on top of her head, and rubbed it on her own initiative, with a soft expression on her face: "Boss, do you mind taking in me who is homeless?"

As soon as these words came out, the ball of wool ran wildly again just now, which made her feel very confused. She could only let the thread named Su Lan go back and forth on its own in a daze, and finally untied the ball of thread into pieces. A crooked silk thread was wrapped around somewhere in the unknown bottom of my heart.

"Okay."

She heard herself say.

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Feng Qingzhou: I used to be a high-cold director, let me know about Gao Dianzhixue.

Su Lan:?Are you awake?

This night, Su Lang spent the night on the sofa.