Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

In Jingcheng, housing prices are high, prices are high, and rents are expensive. To save money, Jing Tong can only rent a cubicle, the bedroom is only a dozen square meters in size, and will put a bed, a wardrobe, and a desk, which is more than her residence in Yangcheng. It's also sober.

After Jiang Yu entered the door, his brows were deeply screwed together.

"...This is where you live?"

"Well." Jing Tong pointed to the only chair in the room. "Sit down. I'll get you hot water."

Jiang Yu didn't sit, watching the woman boiling water with an electric kettle, his heart suddenly burst into a bit of unspeakable emotion.

"It's too hard here." His eyebrows never opened, "If you refuse to move back to Jiangzhai, you should at least change place."

Jing Tongtou did not return: "I can only afford to rent such a place. Anyway, I just sleep at night, the size of the room does not matter."

After talking, she turned around after pressing the water-boiling switch, but almost hit the man's chest.

"Hello!" Jing Tong just started to say, Jiang Yu was forced to embrace in his arms.

"I have more than one real estate in Beijing, anyway, it's empty and empty." He sighed lowly, "You're rewarded to move in, OK?"

"Moving is troublesome, and I live well." Jing Tong refused a word, and looked up at him. "Don't you look like this, as if I'm pitiful!"

Jiang Yu pursed her lips and suddenly sighed again, her chin resting on top of her head.

"I'm sorry." The man's voice was strangely hoarse.

He could see that the woman really didn't care. But at first she was not like this. Everyone who had raised her honor since she was a child, was very delicate in food, clothing and housing. Who would have thought that one day she would have a life with such a low demand.

He didn't know that her situation would plummet after Jingyuan's accident, but it wasn't until this moment that he actually realized what she had experienced, otherwise how could a heart be tempered so calmly.

Jing Tong certainly felt the man's distress and intolerance, but...

"Isn't the house a bit narrower." She was speechless. "The house I lived in Yangcheng was not so good, and I didn't see you like that."

"The house you rented in Yangcheng is at least better than here." Jiang Yu rubbed her hair. "What's more, you were not my woman at that time."

At that time she refused to bow to him for help, Jiang Yu could understand, but now she still does not have this idea.

In addition to his distress, he had a somewhat unspeakable obscure emotion. He vaguely realized that even though she promised to be with him, she still had reservations, so she refused to let herself be too dependent on him.

Jing Tong's response is also sufficient to prove that his concerns are correct.

"Although we are in a romantic relationship, we are still independent of each other, OK or not." Jing Tong disgusted, "What is your woman... the numbness!"

Jiang Yu felt a little blocked in her heart, and squeezed her face in a polite way. The angry Jing Tong took a bite on his wrist.

The man's throat slips: "I know you don't care, but I don't want you to live in such a place."

Jing Tong's stubborn temper came up: "I just don't move, what can you do with me?"

Jiang Yu paused, her eyes met her fierce eyes.

In the end he could only sigh helplessly: "I really can't do what you do."

Jing Tong hummed twice: "OK, I'll pour hot water for you."