Perfect Match

He An lowered his head, staring at his toes showing the wool blanket, and whispered softly, "He is Alpha, with wide knowledge and ambitious ambitions. He has been standing high for so many years and has been calling for the wind and the rain. I won't be willing to open a West Point House in my town for a lifetime. When the freshness is gone, I will go back to my life. "

Cheng Xiu: "Assuming ..."

He An: "There is no such assumption."

Cheng Xiu was a little dazed: "You are no longer hopeful, then these months ... Could it be that you are waiting for him to get tired of you?"

He An did n’t nod his head, did n’t shake his head, but just smiled softly toward Chao Xiu: “I ’ve got a low level of fit with him, and it ’s a matter of getting bored sooner or later. I ’ve thought about it, if you hit him at the beginning When he went back, he couldn't hold his heart, still thinking about me, and he would come back for a long time. But if he stayed for a long time, he would be tired, annoyed, and would miss the flower world outside, leave himself ... Those who leave, shouldn't look back? "

The more Cheng Xiu listened, the wider his mouth opened: "You ... do you really want that?"

"Well, really."

"But how do I think, you seem to ... seem to be a bit insincere?" Cheng Xiu took a closer look at He An, always feeling that his smile was full of imperceptible puppets.

He An fluttered and laughed: "Did you know that every time you slap Dai Xiao, you are quite insincere."

Can this lie down? !!

Cheng Xiu shouted "It's my bird thing", and was about to defend himself impassionedly, and suddenly found out that there was something wrong in He An's sentence: "Wait--also?"

He An: "Huh?"

Cheng Xiu repeated for him: "You just said,‘ It ’s kind of insincere, ’too.”

He An froze, his expression a little stiff.

However, he recovered quickly, stretched out his hand and shoved Cheng Xiu's shoulder, pretending to be angry: "As long as you have a lot of hearts, don't you let anyone say something wrong?"

In the hallway outside the living room, Zheng Feiyu leaned back against the wall and smiled silently.

He didn't deliberately overhear, but Cheng Xiu was too anxious. He waited for He An to ask Dong Xi before he walked away. He jumped back and forth. And what he heard from the next wall really gave him a lot of blows: he thought he was slowly getting closer to He An's heart. For a time, there would always be a day of acceptance, but He An didn't want He An to wait for his enthusiasm to run out.

But ... but He An, you underestimated my determination to recover you.

How can I be tired?

Even if the pheromone doesn't fit, I only want Omega.

The rain stopped, the brief coolness went with the rain, and the moisture remained for a long time.

In a blink of an eye, in June, the hot summer was fierce, and a big advertisement of "Cold New Drink" was advertised at Redberry West Point House. There were three flavors of blueberry, matcha and raspberry, as well as freshly squeezed juice, almond crushed ice cream and oolong tea cake . The three bosses of Qingguo Inn enjoy VIP treatment. He An gets up for a nap every day and opens the refrigerator in the living room. He always sees three cups of drinks with the cranberry logo on it.

He chose a cup, inserted a straw, sipped it sweetly, quenched thirst and relieved the heat.

My heart became more and more puzzled.

It's been half a year, and Zheng Feiyu not only shows no signs of wanting to leave, but also puts twelve distractions into this small and noisy West Point house, as if he really wants to continue his business for a long time. In a chat a few days ago, Zheng Feiyu talked about the autumn and winter plans for the second half of the year, and said that he planned to add Chinese sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and red bean sticky rice cakes to the menu, add a few hot drinks, and even studied the arrangements for next summer. Can't repeat this year.

next year……

Does he really want to settle in Luojing?

He An was lying on the mat, holding his cheeks, showing sorrow. Suzuran hugged the chick and sat swaying with a tumbler. He An poked her feet and asked, "Suzuki, he's not going. What should we do?"

"Yeah."

Suddenly itchy, Suzuran retracted her feet, her body lost her balance, she leaned back, and her bones rolled.

Insects breed in summer, and the inn is near the river.

Early that morning, Zheng Feiyu washed and changed clothes and went out. Just a few steps down the stairs, a door opposite opened suddenly. He An rushed out with a pale face, and saw him as if he was holding a straw for help, and yelled, "Fly ... Fly!"

"what happened?!"

He thought that something terrible had happened, supported the railing with one hand, and leapt to the stairs and leapt to the ground. When he rushed into the room and looked in the direction pointed by He An, he was almost amused by what he saw--a round beetle fell on the bedside lamp shade, about the size of a chestnut, and his black hair was bright. Slowly crawling sideways.

Zheng Feiyu turned back and asked, "Are you afraid of this?"

He An didn't even dare to look at it. He closed his eyes and shrank at the door, stuttering, "Grab, grab, grab!"

Zheng Feiyu smiled dumbly, took two tissues from the tissue box and folded them on the palm, covered the beetle with his bare hands, wrapped them, and took them outside the inn for release. When passing by He An, He An had a note, staring at Zheng Feiyu's hand for five consecutive steps, for fear that the beetle broke through the siege and flew out.

Seeing this, Zheng Feiyu had a bad idea to tease He An.