Bizarre Love

Chapter 121 Love (1)

Two men, what is there to say in the middle of the night. Basically, after finishing those few sentences, there is nothing to say.

Gao Yi panicked in his heart, and he actually thought it was impossible. It's only been a while, and Jiang Shao can't chase girls, so it's not a delusion. However, he dared not say this.

Gao Yi cleared his throat: "Jiang Shao, Mr. Jiang must come to you tomorrow."

Jiang Ren also guessed this, but let alone his father now, even if his mother crawled out of the grave, it would not be able to clear his mind, which was dazzled by love and joy.

What Gao Yi means is that you restrain yourself.

However, Jiang Ren didn't need to understand what he meant.

Jiang Ren said: "Tomorrow they will be in the finals, and no investor is allowed to go to the scene."

Gao Yi coughed awkwardly. How dare he control Wen Rui, the king of Hades fights, and the kid suffers. However, he still had to agree vaguely.

Jiang Ren also knew this, he said: "He dare not go."

The two hung up the phone.

Gao Yi soon fell asleep with his wife in his arms, leaving Jiang Ren staring at the sky in a daze.

The sky is blue, and there are still a few car horns from time to time in the urban night. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, endured and endured, and finally pushed open the door and walked out.

It was around four forty in the morning.

He was wearing an army green vest and was running outside the military compound. Why was the night so long? It was so long that he waited a second longer, afraid that it wasn't the real thing.

He didn't go back to take a shower until his head was covered with sweat.

Both body and soul were excited, Jiang Ren changed into a white shirt and went out.

He walked out along the apartment.

He lived here for many years when he was young, and he is very familiar with every plant and tree.

Jiang Ren walked through the streets lined with ginkgo trees and walked to the snack street.

The sun has not risen yet. At five forty-eight in the morning, the breakfast boss yawned and set the steamer outside. Before dawn, he saw a young man with a vague and tall figure standing under the tree.

The boss was taken aback.

Knowing that he had bought breakfast and left, the boss muttered, "It's so early..."

In the hotel, Meng Ting woke up. Teacher Zhang announced the final list last night. There were six people in their team, and only two of them advanced in the end.

Besides Meng Ting, there is also Zhang Xiaofen who is very experienced.

The rules of the finals were changed, not ballet, but any kind of dance.

This is a plan that was reformed only this year. Everyone was in an uproar. After all, there are so many kinds of dances, how can there be any criteria for judging? However, the old dancers said: "Art knows no country or form." What they want to see is a creative soul.

Meng heard it early, and she opened the suitcase, revealing the white feathered dress inside.

There were few people in the final, and they drew lots to prepare on the spot. They had no time to go to the locker room to change clothes, so Teacher Zhang asked them to change their clothes and set off.

This was originally an adult gift prepared by her mother in advance.

It's just that it's not suitable for ballet.

In other words, it looks elegant, but it is not suitable for any kind of professional dance.

Meng Ting still chose to put it on.

It is the freest soul. The fourteen-year-old regret, now she is taking it with her and walking through it together.

It was not yet dawn, and the time for the finals was not so rushed. They could gather at 7:30. Nine o'clock is the start of the game.

The teacher hadn't gotten up yet, Meng Ting had finished washing, and her long hair was untidy and hadn't had time to comb it. The phone screen on the bed lit up.

Her heart beat a little faster for no reason, and when she saw the sender, it was indeed Jiang Ren.

He was waiting for her downstairs.

Even in June, summer mornings are still a bit cold.

When Meng Ting went downstairs softly, the receptionist was yawning profusely. She stared blankly at Meng Ting, she still wore a white flower hairband on her wrist, her long soft hair hung down, and the colorful feathers were light as she walked, like an elf coming out of the forest.

Meng Ting walked out of the hotel and walked towards the parking lot. He saw Jiang Ren at a glance.

He was leaning against the poplar tree, carrying a bunch of things in his hand.

She thought about what she said to him last night, and her cheeks were a little hot.

Jiang Ren said, "Come here."

She walked over and raised her small face to look at him.

He was so happy in his heart that he couldn't help freeing up one hand and gently rubbing her cheek with his fingertips. She bit her lip, her eyes were full of water, she was very shy, but she didn't hide.

He...he is her boyfriend, she shouldn't hide?

"Is it cold?"

Meng Ting shook his head.

She was dressed beautifully, and in the hazy morning mist, she looked more like a little fairy who was hard to get close to.

He handed her the things he bought in one go: "Breakfast."

Meng Ting looked down.

Steamed buns, sesame seed cakes, sugar fire, crispy, burnt rings, pancakes, sliced ​​cakes, and a bowl of tofu nao that he didn't know where to buy.

Meng Ting couldn't help laughing: "So many?"

"Yeah." He wanted to give her everything, but he didn't know how stupid it was until he arrived. His heart was hot, so he didn't care about anything, "You can take it home and give it to your classmates."

Meng Ting was a little shy, she nodded. However, she is the kind of girl who is always thinking of reciprocating when others treat her well. She didn't have anything to give him for a while, and she was a little helpless.

While it's still early.

She had breakfast with Jiang Ren.

The two of them were in the early morning mist, she was eating, and Jiang Ren was watching. Meng Ting took a small bite of the bun, and she gently raised her eyes to look at him.

The boy's dark eyes were full of smiles.

Meng Ting's face was pink: "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Can I eat it?"

"Um."

Then he lowered his head and took a bite next to the small tooth marks she had bitten. Meng Ting stared blankly at the tooth marks and his white fingers.

how he...

She looked at the small half of the bun in her hand, neither eating nor throwing it away.

Seeing her dumbfounded look, Jiang Ren couldn't help laughing: "Fuck, you hate me?"

No, but he has so many, why does he have to eat hers? And it's so unhygienic.

She blushed and reasoned with him: "This is unhygienic."

Jiang Ren almost laughed angrily.

But she spoke very seriously. He lost his temper.

This is his Meng Ting.

She is clean and simple, and she doesn't even know how to fall in love. She is good, she is obedient, but she is very principled.

He's also a damn good scholar.

It's just that she didn't learn to love someone, nor did he love her like this.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't understand, he will teach her. Wait until she understands.

Jiang Ren took the steamed stuffed bun in her hand and ate it by himself. His tone was gentle, and he told her, "It won't be unhygienic. Give me whatever you don't want."

He lowered his eyes and took a few bites.

Her fingertips still had the warmth of the fat white buns. Meng Ting raised his eyes, the boy's black hair was neat, and his eyes were extremely loving and gentle.

Her heart beat a little faster.

Little by little, it hit the chest cavity. For the first time, Meng Ting was ignorant and understood. The person in front of her would tolerate everything about her unconditionally. Never blame.

Meng Ting had to go back to comb her hair and prepare for makeup.