I Am In Love with Myself

No matter how mischievous Jian Yixi was, she would never dare to mischief with her adoptive parents. It was impossible to go home for a wedding. At most, she would dress up and get engaged in Beijing.

-Since she wants to act, let her act, and the world will be turned upside down without tossing, I am afraid it will be hard for her to give up.

An Mu made up his mind to keep up with the changes, and Jian Yixi was very cooperative with everything she said.

"It’s convenient to sleep at home tonight and go to the hotel tomorrow."

"I also called Maomao, but I have to work overtime to record the show tonight, so I can only come over tomorrow morning."

"Well, just in time."

"So tonight's bachelor party is only you and me."

An Mu turned his eyes and glanced at Jian Yixi. Jian Yixi was driving the car seriously and did not notice her gaze.

An Mu asked back: "Bachelor party?"

Jian Yixi nodded slightly: "Originally I planned to shout Maomao, the three of us celebrated my last single night together, now only the two of us are left."

"Isn't it an engagement? It's not a marriage, how can it be the last single night?"

Jian Yixi smiled and said: "If it is an engagement, it is actually a wedding banquet. Didn't I tell you before? We will only do this once, and we won't do it afterwards."

An Mu nodded thoughtfully.

"It makes sense to say that, then I will treat you to something delicious, which is a celebration."

"Farewell, let me do it, I may not do the outside well."

An Mu shook her head, her red lips reflected in the rearview mirror, cold and dazzling.

"You are the protagonist of the party. Even if the two of us cannot let you cook, let's eat outside."

An Mu said again: "Besides, eating is not the purpose, but celebration is."

Jian Yixi turned her eyes and glanced at her, her black eyes were as deep as the sea, and the green light was on before turning back to release the handbrake and drive.

"Then it's up to you."

That night, the two went to the restaurant and ate, then went to the bar, but did not drink, drank juice, and made up the lively atmosphere of the bar, pretending that they really had a bachelor party, the happier they laughed, the more bleak they looked.

Jian Yixi originally wanted to drink, but An Mu was not allowed, and begged for a long time, but even the lowest concentration of pineapple beer was denied, so she could only drink the juice badly, and it must be freshly squeezed.

She obviously didn't drink, but Jian Yixi seemed to be drunk, holding her shoulders, for the first time so brazenly talking nonsense, waving her small arms, and the waiter had to walk sideways when she passed by.

Jian Yixi talked a lot with her, from the staff of her company, to the back desk where she was pulling her pigtails at the elementary school, and then to the university, mistakenly thinking that Sunday was a joke made on Monday.

When talking about the little cubs in the Forbidden City, Jian Yixi's eyes were red, and she lay on her shoulders sobbing and sobbing.

"I feel uncomfortable, An Mu, how can such a good little boy just say nothing is gone?"

No matter how Jian Yixi tortured An Mu, she could stand on the sidelines with cold eyes, but she couldn't see that Jian Yixi shed tears. No matter how Jian Yixi acted, the tears were absolutely real, which made her feel distressed.

An Mu patted her on the shoulder and calmly said: "The little boy is dead. Maybe he can be reborn in his next life. You should be happy for him."

Jian Yixi hooked her neck and buried her face on her shoulders, crying more fiercely.

"What's so good about being a human being? With so many worries and so hard work, it would be better to be a cat in the Forbidden City. No one dares to hurt. He is free and comfortable. There are food and drink with companions, and many people like it."

An Mu couldn't refute this, but it was herself, and this idea coincided with her in her previous life.

The two of them stayed in the bar until midnight before slowly returning home. It was not An Mu who wanted to rub, but Jian Yixi who refused to leave.

Jian Yixi probably finished talking for half of his life in one night, and his voice was dumb. When he was excited, he would cry, and he would laugh exaggeratedly when he was excited. It was obvious that the bar was so noisy, and he had to shout with his throat. Speaking hard, Jian Yixi is happy, but An Mu's persuasion is useless.

Back home, Jian Yixi's mood calmed down a bit, but her eyes were still a little red, as if she had come home drunk.

An Mu sighed lightly. She could still give Jian Yixi a face outside. When she entered the house and remembered her engagement, An Mu couldn't control her temper again.

An Mu didn't say a word, and went upstairs after entering the door, leaving only a hard "good night".

After taking a refreshing hot bath and blowing her hair, Jian Yixi knocked on her door.

"What's the matter?"

An Mu's hair was still dripping with water.

Without saying a word, Jian Yixi took the hair dryer in her hand and naturally started blowing it for her.

"After getting married, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to sleep with you. I want to sleep with you tonight."

—What the **** is she making? Is it possible to still want to cook mature rice with raw rice?

An Mu just casually guessed that Jian Yixi must not dare to cook, but it is not impossible to take advantage of the opportunity.

—It's better to scold her while she is taking advantage, to dispel the anger accumulated during this time, and then to spread the engagement matter and talk about it. It is best to say that it is the best, but it is not enough. , She wanted to see how Jian Yixi ended up.

Thinking about this, An Mu smiled with a rare temper.

"Okay, we haven't slept together in a long time."

The hair dryer stopped suddenly, only blowing on one side. It was a bit hot. An Mu turned sideways and frowned, "What's the matter?"

Jian Yixi's expression was a little strange, her eyes widened, her eyes were red, she was smiling, but she seemed to be crying.

Hearing An Mu's question, she hurriedly lowered her eyes and shook her head, "It's nothing, but I didn't expect you to agree. It was a bit surprised."

An Mu replied casually: "Then I regret it now."

When Jian Yixi heard it, where would she be willing to do it?

"No, today is my last single night, you can't say no."

The soft and glutinous voice that looked like a baby made An Mu for a moment forget the crying and laughing that she had just glanced at.

"I was joking with you, when did I never speak?"

"That's more."

With a long nasal sound, with a clear threat, Jian Yixi immediately changed her mouth stubbornly.

"No, no, when have you ever said anything? It's all me, it's me, me."

She was so flattering that An Mu really couldn't tell whether she was sincere or mocking?

"Don't blow it to me, you hurry up and take a shower, it's so late."

"It's okay, wash after blowing."

"I just went to sleep after I finished blowing, I won't wait for you."

Before she finished her words, Jian Yixi quickly stuffed the hair dryer into An Mu's hands, and the oil on the soles of her feet flashed out of An Mu's bedroom. I have never seen her move so neatly in this life, and there is still the slightest usual slowness.

An Mu shook her head helplessly, really wanting to ask her: What were you doing when I was taking a shower?

If you think about it or don’t ask, Jian Yixi will most likely say: I’m waiting for you, I’m afraid I’m washing too slowly, and you’ve already fallen asleep when you come out, so I won’t come to you again.

Even with An Mu's approval, Jian Yixi still washes quickly. Before An Mu's hair is blown, she has already rushed over with dripping hair.

An Mu cleaned up the bed, and Jian Yixi's hair was blowing madly, as if racing against time, as if she was really afraid of An Mu turning her face and ruthlessly pushing her out.

With her hair still damp, Jian Yixi wanted to get under the covers, and An Mu glared at her.

"Blow dry before coming in."

"Done it, really did it, touch it if you don't believe me."

"Okay, let me touch it. If it gets a little wet, don't sleep here tonight."

Jian Yixi flattened her mouth and picked up the hair dryer again grievously.

Where does she dare to refute? Obedient is king.

After the hair was completely dried, it looked as fluffy as a cloud flocculent that had just been basked in the sun. Jian Yixi finally obtained approval and lay down cautiously.

The lights went out and the room was dark.

Click, click, the movement of the clock is moving regularly, and in this silent night, it is especially clear to the ear.

An Mu closed her eyes and lay on her side with her back facing Jian Yixi. She kept her breathing long and regular, as if she was asleep, but she was actually being careful all the time.

Jian Yixi turned over, and the mattress made a faint rubbing sound. An Mu's nerves were unconsciously tense, always feeling that Jian Yixi would come over and hug her in the next second.

But no, the breathing behind her was steady, even more steady than her deliberately pretending to be asleep.

—Yes, pretending to sleep, she can pretend, and Jian Yixi can pretend too.

An Mu was sure that Jian Yixi was pretending to be asleep, and she was patient, paying attention to every move behind her. Time passed, An Mu was sleepy, but she never waited for Jian Yixi's actions.

—Does it really just want to sleep in the same bed with her?

An Mu waited and waited, waited and waited, waited and waited, and still couldn't wait for any action from Jian Yixi.

—It seems she really misunderstood her.

An Mu didn't feel guilty either. After all, Jian Yixi had a criminal record, and she did not clearly point out that Jian Yixi was uneasy and kind, nor did she hurt Jian Yixi's self-esteem. There was no need to blame herself.

However, since Jian Yixi doesn't want to take advantage, why should she sleep with her at the risk of being misunderstood?

An Mu thought wildly, not knowing how long he waited, and fell asleep in a daze.

The night at the end of April is not like the heat of the day, the night is as cold as water, and the thin silk covers the body, and even the skin seems to be extremely silky.

The sleeping An Mu fell asleep more and more, and she sat up silently without knowing that behind her, Jian Yixi sat up quietly, with her palms behind her, her arms stretched straight, and she leaned forward, her long smooth hair spread over her shoulders, her black pupils faintly. Like a deep pool, through a ray of moon frost leaking through the gap of the curtain, she gently gazed at her face in her sleep.

I don't know how long it took, Jian Yixi finally lay down and leaned against her cautiously, but didn't dare to touch her, only allowing her forehead to touch her back.

The dark night is silent, and there seems to be a whisper.

An Mu's biological clock was accurate, and she woke up early, Jian Yixi was no longer there, and the bed behind her was neatly tidy.

An Mu was in a daze for a moment, and there was an illusion that Jian Yixi had never been here.

After washing and going downstairs, the fragrant food was set, and Jian Yixi smiled and beckoned her to eat.

An Mu did not ask about the engagement banquet. Jian Yixi asked her to sit down and let her eat. She even felt that Jian Yixi should have a showdown before noon. After all, Jian Yixi can mess around, Wang Yanqing But he won't accompany her, and being able to pretend that her boyfriend is already showing love.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yanqing led the stylist over just after the meal and before he had time to clean the bowl.

Jian Yixi opened the door and groaned: "I said no, why are you still please? How troublesome!"

Wang Yanqing smiled and said, "After all, it's our engagement banquet, of course we have to dress nicely."

After all, Wang Yanqing greeted An Mu across Jian Yixi.

"Morning, Miss Ann."

An Mu smiled perfunctorily.

"early."

A normal man, especially a man with a face and a face, cannot casually accompany others to make such jokes.

What benefits did Jian Yixi promise Wang Yanqing? Company shares? Cooperation contract? Or something else? How could he make him spend so much time?

Looking at this posture, An Mu faintly felt that the engagement banquet at noon would really be held.

But she is also certain that they will only invite their close friends, for example, Jian Yixi invites her, Maomao and his second brother. As for other people, especially company employees, Jian Yixi will never let them in.

The same is true for Wang Yanqing, so that in the future, the farce can end as much as possible to preserve face without much harm.

Like a mirror in his heart, An Mu didn't react too much, so he sat quietly and watched the stylist make the styling based on Jian Yixi's gown.

Jian Yixi sat in front of the mirror obediently, with long hair like clouds scattered over her bare shoulders, and her bright red one-shoulder mermaid dress like blooming enchanting flowers. The peaks and ridges were overlapping, and the waist was like a willow. She was beautiful and charming.

An Mu narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, feeling irritated inexplicably.

-This dress is not good-looking, it's too red, and it doesn't bring out Jian Yixi's gentle girly atmosphere at all, but it seems that she is too audacious, like a third-level **** star deliberately seduce the spectator.

Maomao came just after complaining about it, and when she saw Jian Yixi, her face was full of surprise.

"Oh my god! Where is this little fairy? This is too... the shining beauty of the special meow has turned all sentient beings upside down, right?!"

An Mu glanced at her, her eyes a little cold.

-This is not called Mingyan, this is called Fengchen!

Wang Yanqing was also full of admiration.

"I didn't expect you to be so suitable for red, pure and lusty, so beautiful, I really don't want others to see it."

An Mu glanced at Wang Yanqing again and sneered silently.

-What is pure and desire? Isn't it the wind and dust? Why do you say it so nice?

The stylist sighed while putting on make-up: "This fishtail dress is especially good for you. This makeup can't be too thick, it has to be light, if it is so light as if there is nothing, just swipe the red at the end of the eye, it will absolutely stunning the audience !"

An Mu glanced lightly at the stylist.

—Oh, what about the stylist, what a shame?

The author has something to say: Xiaoxi: QAQ why are you so dissatisfied with me? Am I really ugly?

Daxi: I just can't bear to wear your clothes like this!