Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

During the whole week, I feel that my heart has become harder and harder.

Although it is still not possible to say that the gods block and kill the gods, and the Buddha blocks and kill the Buddha, things are going surprisingly smoothly. It seems that there is a rule in the world: the good will give way to the wicked.

Our big bosses of third parties and Guimao are not good people; Kevin has been kind to us this week, and so is BCG.

Am I a villain?

On Saturday, Miss Pande stated that she was "I need someone to help kill time." She heard that I was going to hold a small housewarming party the next day, and immediately volunteered to clean up with me. I don’t know where she came from. I wanted to persuade her to read a book at home and take a good rest. Then I thought about it...

There is also a "secret room" in my house.

I opened the "secret room" and said, "Are you surprised?"

She apparently had been stunned by the mystery of the second bedroom a long time ago. The answer was suddenly revealed, and she couldn't see whether she was more lost or more satisfied. She just fanned her hands in the air and looked around: "Hmm..."

I shrugged: "Just tell me."

Miss Pan De hugged one arm, glanced at the boxes, looked at me quietly, smiled and said, "The air quality is not bad."

When I saw her, I couldn't help but smile: "I cleaned up in advance before Xiuwen and they came last week, otherwise the situation will be worse."

"So this is not the most tragic." Miss Pan De spoke a little slow.

I feel a little guilty, she seems to like to be clean. I then claimed: "You can assume that this is not part of my home. I hypnotize myself that way."

She looked at me, sighed softly, and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt: "Come on."

Today's workload is very heavy. I plan to unpack all the boxes first, and pile the items in the living room separately, and then put them back after cleaning the second bedroom.

There are many interesting discoveries from Miss Pande. Three pairs of business slippers with exactly the same color, a cat feces coffee gift box that I don’t know when I put them in, and a hideous shirt with a piece of already dried paint on the chest. At first, she still had some reaction, but later she was completely numb, and only glanced at me from time to time, looking extremely helpless.

I am a little nervous. I just found a bag of green bread in a box, and even the label of the production information turned green. I couldn't see when I put it in.

How can I throw this in the trash can without her paying attention?

"Who did you invite to this housewarming party?"

"Colleagues in several companies are very small. You know, I don't want to be reported by my neighbors for violating the law." I looked away from the green thing, "I don't have any friends here."

Miss Pan De moved her eyebrows, and she kept working on her hands without comment.

I looked at her and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

"Just thinking, maybe you should remove the cork board from the refrigerator door in advance." She took a knife and opened a new box. "You don't want any colleagues to find my handwriting in your house."

I nodded: "I will."

She turned around: "It sounds like you haven't finished speaking yet."

"I'm sorry, I forgot to take the plank last week." I murmured, "but Xiuwen should have noticed it at the time. The words on the plank are just a clue of proof afterwards."

She lowered her head and smiled: "It's nothing. But frankly, I don't believe that Xiuwen's observational power is so magical."

"You don't know how the two of us look like outsiders." I simply took an emptied box as a temporary trash bin, and together with a few things to be thrown away, I quietly hid the green bread behind and threw it in. , "Even if we just stand together at a distance without doing anything unusual, I think we are right."

Miss Pande stopped her cleanup and looked at me with a little playfulness: "I'm not saying we are not right, Yao. I just don't believe Ji Da."

"Then do you believe that the emotional connection between people will show up in silence?"

Her eyes were soft: "It's possible."

I followed and laughed.

Miss Pan De opened the box, squinted her eyes, and made some nasal noises.

"what happened?"

"I'm just thinking..." She took out a square packing box from it, "If you don't mind being seen by me, then what would it be that you quietly threw it away just now? Some kind of stuff? Memorial?"

I fixed my eyes and closed my eyes, my toes were tingling.

The toy I bought...

Miss Pande’s voice is obviously teasing: "It’s nothing. Honey, I’m a very open-minded person, okay? I feel this is a very healthy performance, and I’m also glad you understand. take care of yourself."

I flushed and walked over. She looked very happy. Seeing me coming, she handed me the box very naturally, took another one out of the box, and said, "So you still have a lot of research on this. What is the difference between the two?"

I turned the seal over and pointed it to her: "Look, I haven't used it."

She smiled and just looked at me like that without speaking.

"It was a while ago..." I tugged at my hair. "Can we not talk about this?"

Miss Pan De hugged my waist: "Of course you can!"

After speaking, she kissed me, but she almost kept laughing.

I was getting hotter by her smile, but Miss Pende was still hanging on me. I don’t know what I did to poke her smile. She couldn’t even stand still, and the outer packing box in her hand dangled in front of me. He refused to let go, but still hugged me tightly.

In the end, I lost my temper. I was afraid that she would be too tired to laugh. Miss Pan De slowly calmed down, her eyes still bright, and she looked at me with a smile.

I leaned over.

After kissing Fangbi, I whispered softly: "Old Pan."

"Huh?" She raised her eyebrows.

I kissed her on her forehead again and said, "Even if you make me happy, seeing you smile so happy, I feel very happy."

"I'm not kidding you." She whispered and fiddled with my hair hanging down to my chest. "Am I... that bad?"

I understood what she was asking for a moment. I couldn’t help but laugh, and shook my head: “I bought it earlier, um, I was more...maybe my work was not busy enough and I had nowhere to vent my energy. But it only lasted a few days, probably It was normal menstrual period fluctuations. I later forgot about buying this thing."

She threw the things in her hands back into the box, with her hands hanging around my neck, looking straight at me.

Miss Pan De's voice was soft: "Then, when do you want to try it?"

I looked at her, licked my lips embarrassedly, looked away and nodded.

Miss Pan De kissed me on the cheek.

I didn't want her to misunderstand that I thought I had hidden some 800-year-old love story at home, and then took the initiative to lift the green bread out of the temporary trash.

Miss Pan De no longer approached when she saw what I had on hand. She took a slow breath and bit her lip lightly, perhaps because she wanted to say something, but she couldn't find the right word.

In the end, she spread her hands out: "I have to say I'm glad you finally found a way to a more balanced diet."

I laughed dumbfounded: "You are really good at properly packaging bad situations."

She shrugged: "This is my job."

I felt that she could no longer stand such an untidy environment, so she threw the bread back again, picked up a few things that were no longer needed and put them in the box, and said: "Then I will go to the kitchen and divide the trash. Kind, you can rest for a while. Do you want me to bring a cup to drink?"

"No. It should be over soon. The rest is your work." Miss Pande wiped her arm on her forehead. "Promise me, don't put food in the box while packing. Okay?"

"I wanted to move after I—"

She interrupted me: "That won't work either."

I compromised: "Okay. I promise you."

"Good girl."

After sorting out the garbage, I washed my hands and took the mineral water in the refrigerator to the room for preparation. Miss Pan De likes to drink the indescribable low-temperature water, like the room temperature that has been left in the late autumn for a long time, and it is like the mineral water that is swallowed immediately after the mint and enough to cool the brain. The refrigerator in her home is set at 10°C on the first floor, which is specially used for drinking.

In this case, is it better to buy a small refrigerator that does not exceed one hundred liters alone? It can also be installed in the study, so that she can grab and drink when she works overtime. I sorted the living room roughly while thinking so much.

When I turned back to the second bedroom, Miss Pande had basically cleaned up the whole room. At the moment, she took the clothes rail and tried to hang the curtains on the rail. I took out the spare key from the drawer.

She succeeded, put the clothes rail in the corner, and closed the half-open window: now the rain is getting heavier. Miss Pande clapped her hands with satisfaction, and turned around: "It's all done-next, Yao, you have to deal with all the clutter in the living room before dark. I have done it for tonight. Arranged to buy a movie, and you know, I have to go to dance early tomorrow. So you have to hurry up..."

"This is for you." I put the key in her hand, learning from Miss Pande's previous tone, and said relaxedly, "Don't be stressed, I just want to provide convenience for you. For example, I'm working overtime, or I haven't got home yet. After you have the key, you can come in and wait."

She put her hand in her trouser pocket with the key, and raised her eyebrows: "Sounds very considerate."

I also moved my eyebrows and looked at her.

There was an electric flash outside the window.

I touched my neck: "Then you can rest for a while. I plan to clean the floor of this room first, uh, there are cut honeydew melons in the refrigerator-oh yes, I have taken out the water for a while now. It should be drunk. I'll get it to you."

Miss Pande hugged me from behind.

I stopped and took a deep breath.

Oh My God.

I like her so much.