Tachycardia

At noon the next day, after school, the two went to the shopping street, bought toiletries at a certain store, and when they were about to go back to school, Wen Jinran was dragged away again.

He obediently waited for Jin Wendong's next words.

Staring straight at the furniture city on the left for a while, he pulled Wen Jinran: "Do you want to buy a rug? It will be spread in your bedroom then, and then a bigger table will be placed on it. Come autumn soon." Alright, the living room is colder than the bedroom, so let's go to the bedroom to do homework."

Wen Jinran didn't think about it at all, but when Jin Wendong suddenly mentioned it, he realized that he would occasionally observe the weather and temperature when he was careful.

Both scary and eerie.

Moved by this, he finally nodded and was dragged to the furniture city.

Once inside, it is filled with furniture, quilts, electrical appliances, and tables, both large and small. The area selling beds is the most cozy one. The salesperson puts sheets on the bed. It is difficult to pass by at first glance. I don’t look at the environment and think it’s a bedroom. Woolen cloth.

Moreover, the seller of blankets and quilts is in the bedding area, Jin Wendong's eyes glowed like a hungry wolf, he pulled Wen Jinran over and sat down on the bed.

They were still wearing school uniforms, and the two high school students would never buy such a big item as a bed, so the salesperson just looked at them with a polite smile and did not come to harass them.

Jin Wendong still wanted to lie down, but Wen Jinran felt that if he didn't stop him, he might have to perform a light show for others to go to sleep, so he quickly grabbed him, "Aren't we here to buy blankets and tables... you go over there quickly have a look."

After he finished speaking, he pulled Jin Wendong to stand up, and Jin Wendong said dissatisfiedly: "What a big bed, lie down with me."

Wen Jinran sometimes felt that he was like a child, cheap and annoying. When he was a child, he was definitely not the cute type. He couldn't laugh or cry, "It's not our house, why are you lying down? Besides, my bed is not big enough? "

"Our family?" Jin Wendong raised his eyebrows and smiled teasingly, seeing that Wen Jinran didn't react, "No matter how big your bed is, it's not 'our family'."

Only then did Wen Jinran understand what he was emphasizing.

"By the way, we have never discussed the future." Jin Wendong sat down again, "Which university will we go to in the future, what kind of house will we live in, and what kind of attitude should we live in the future? .”

In public places, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wen Jinran quickly reached out to cover his mouth, and motioned him to keep his voice down, "Maybe everyone is listening."

"What are you afraid of?" Jin Wendong pulled his hand away and kissed him along the way, "You're so worried about being with me?"

Wen Jinran clenched her fists, but she didn't break away from him after all, "It's not about being afraid, but about being careful."

Jin Wendong laughed lowly, with unknown meaning, then stood up, put his arms around his shoulders, and said frankly: "Then it's too tiring to live like this, it's not as easy as mine."

Wen Jinran was really frightened by him, a little surprised, a little blushing, and a little moved, he looked up at Jin Wendong's profile above, that face was handsome and charming, occasionally he would smile, but when he was serious, he was exceptionally handsome clean.

They went together to pick out a light brown carpet and two small wooden tables—if they were placed on the carpet, the table would be too big to scratch the carpet. The small table is light and easy to hold and put away. things, there is also a larger space.

While picking it up here, Jin Wendong was not satisfied with the quality of the blanket again. Looking left and right, he felt that this blanket was different from the one in his father's villa. It was not as soft as it was. , Even the texture is a thousand miles apart.

Since it was for Wen Jinran to buy it, he had to buy the best one. It would be a waste of the money his father gave him. After thinking for a long time, he pulled out a brand from his mind and reported it to the salesperson.

The salesperson made a bitter face when he heard it, and said with an awkward smile: "Hey, that is a foreign brand. I want to buy it overseas. There are no duty-free shops in China. The blanket you are holding is already the best in China. There's a sign."

Jin Wendong "tsk", "So troublesome?"

His Aunt Song really knows how to do it, and buys a blanket abroad.

A woman in professional attire came up behind the employee. It was the same style as the salesperson, but the color was different. She might be a small manager. She came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

The salesperson said: "Miss Chen, you are here. This handsome guy wants a foreign brand blanket. We don't have any in the store. We are talking."

She gave her a sign.

That Manager Chen smiled after hearing this, and was facing Jin Wendong. After seeing his face clearly, his smile subsided a lot, and he frowned, "Hello, we are a long-term cooperative purchasing agent here. Yes, if you are not satisfied with this brand, we can contact you according to the process and make sure you can get the goods within a week."

Jin Wendong had never met her before, but the other person looked at him as if he knew him, which made him a little uncomfortable, and after a pause, he said: "Forget it, it's too troublesome, just this one, wrap it up."

After paying, he pulled Wen Jinran and turned around to leave. Two small tables including a blanket were on his body, and Wen Jinran walked around anxiously beside him, trying to help him get some.

This is just a joke, can Jin Wendong let him take it?They dragged him one, two, and three in unison, and took a taxi before he breathed a sigh of relief.

After they left, Chen Rui, Manager Chen, said to the small staff, "Where did those two people come from?"

The employee smiled apologetically: "Manager, how can I know this if you ask me."

Chen Rui thought about it, and waved her to continue working, but she was still uneasy. Just as she was about to leave and make a phone call, a young girl employee over there rushed over excitedly to find the employee just now. Let her hear, "Hey, did you see just now, the relationship between those two handsome guys is definitely tricky."

The employee was 25 years old and a little more mature than her. He heard the words and warned: "Little girl, don't think about it all day long, it's useless, go to work is the real thing, don't play with your phone next time, come to me again!" Just tell the manager."

The little girl knew that she was just talking about it, but she was still a little unhappy: "Why are you like this, this time I didn't mean to be obscene, they really have a problem, I took pictures of them, that tall man One boy kisses another boy's hand."

Chen Rui frowned and walked over, "Where's the photo? Show me?"

The little girl was taken aback, "This, this, manager, I promise this is the last time I will fish at work... please forgive me this time..."

Chen Rui stretched out her hand impatiently: "I'm talking about the photos, give me the phone quickly, and I'll return it to you after I finish reading it."

The little girl pouted and opened her mouth, reluctantly unlocking it and handing it to her.

In the photo, the two boys behaved intimately, and the other was holding the other's shoulders. The little girl obviously took more than one photo. Chen Rui slid back and found what she called the "personal photo".

Chen Rui felt that this was really an earth-shattering big news, she kept silent, turned the photo into an MMS and sent it to herself, then deleted it all, returned the phone, and said in a deep voice, "This is not an example."

Then she turned around and left, went to a hidden corner, and sent the photo to a person named "Sister Song". After checking the chat history, the two had talked a lot before, and they had a good relationship.

She deleted the negative after sending it out, and sighed softly.