I have special communication skills

Chapter 94 The Bomb on the Train
As soon as the trip started, Yang Mianmian showed 12 points of excitement. They took the high-speed train, second-class seats. Cong Jun disappeared as soon as he got on the car, and came back after driving: "Damn, those bastards are sitting in business class." !"

"That's expensive!" Yang Mianmian replied very calmly.

Cong Jun stared: "Brother is rich, but the car is too small and easy to bump into, it's not worth it, otherwise, whoever sits in second class! His feet are swollen after more than ten hours!"

"That's expensive." Yang Mianmian was not dissatisfied at all, she was very happy to go out to play with Jing Chu.

Jing Chu took out slippers for Yang Mianmian to change, and brought out a pillow to cushion her. Cong Jun was stunned: "Hey, hey, isn't it?"

"You can lean against me when you're tired from sitting, and you can sleep for a while." Jing Chu touched her face, feeling that the temperature of the air conditioner in the car was too low, so he didn't forget to cover her with a thin shawl.

Cong Jun wanted to poke his eyes: "Brother, we never saw you so particular when we went out before."

"This is my girlfriend." Jing Chu looked at her with surprised eyes instead, "Of course I have to take good care of her."

"You're so meticulous." Cong Jun's observation skills are not weak, and he pointed at the other young couples in the car, "Look at that, the guy started playing with his iPad as soon as he got in the car, and he didn't even help the girl with his luggage. Tsk, it’s too scumbag, but look at that, you bought a drink for your girlfriend, it’s not bad, but look at yourself, are you nasty or not?”

Before Jing Chu could speak this time, Yang Mianmian snatched it up first: "You're jealous." She hugged Jing Chu's arm and leaned her head on his shoulder, complacently saying, "You're jealous that I stole your good friend. "

Cong Jun: "Get lost! Do you still need to be jealous of my brother's charm?"

"Hehehe."

Cong Jun looked at her, and gave full play to his ability to strike up conversations in the following time. He had a heated chat with a beautiful woman who was just across the aisle when he was driving. He soon found out that the other party was a reporter and was planning to go to Dunhuang for an interview. He can speak eloquently, and the geography and cultural allusions of Dunhuang come out as soon as he opens his mouth, coaxing the beauties of other people for a while.

Yang Mianmian lost the light bulb, so she could just whisper something to Jing Chu. She took his hand and wrote in the palm of his hand for him to guess. It was a rather boring game, but she was very involved in it, and Jing Chu cooperated very well. It's a pity that Yang Mianmian has no talent for playing this game, either "Xiaoyang is the most obedient" or "I like lamb the most", there is nothing new, Jing Chu can guess it with his eyes closed.

She was a little frustrated: "I won't play anymore." This kind of game can't find the sense of superiority of high IQ!
Jing Chu patted her head: "Then read a book."

Yang Mianmian sullenly took out her Kindle and started to read. She was a little unhappy at first, but she got carried away as soon as she was absorbed in reading. She didn't recover until she finished a book. Just as she felt her mouth was a little dry, she saw that Jing Chu had collapsed. I poured hot water into the thermos, saw her awake and asked, "Would you like some snacks, or do you want to eat fruit?"

"Is there any fruit to eat?" Yang Mianmian turned her head blankly and saw a flight attendant selling a fruit plate. When she heard the price, she knelt down at 30 yuan a plate of small tomatoes, "No, it's so expensive 〒▽〒"

Jing Chu couldn't help laughing, and took out the lunch box from his bag, which contained apples, pears, lychees and grapefruit he had cut up, and he also brought a box of yogurt: "Do you want to mix it for you?"

Yang Mianmian nodded vigorously, drooling: "You do this when you wake up in the morning?"

Jing Chu poured the yogurt into the lunch box, mixed it with a fork and gave it to her: "Mianmian."

"Ok?"

"You just have to be responsible and happy."

No matter how many times, Yang Mianmian will be moved by his careful care, as if by his side, she only needs to be a three-year-old child, so happy, so carefree, without worrying about anything , She has never felt this way before.

I am used to thinking about everything by myself and doing everything by myself. I have never enjoyed the feeling of others holding things in front of me.

She poked the diced fruit in the lunch box with a fork, and suddenly became jealous: "I'm so jealous of your ex-girlfriend."

Jing Chu never expected that she would say such a sentence suddenly, thinking that she could get a sweet kiss.But Yang Mianmian's words were really difficult to answer, and Jing Chu was deliberating for a while and didn't know how to answer.

The more Yang Mianmian thought about it, the more jealous she became. She poked the apple slice with a fork, and tapped the lunch box with the fork, pretending to be a wooden fish: "Amitabha, why can't the benefactor see through..."

Lunchbox: "Can a woman still be called a woman if she is not jealous?"

"What are you jealous of?" Jing Chu asked her.

"You are not so good to me alone." She was a little frustrated, "Are you also so good to others? Why was I born so long after you? I knew that when I just met you... No, at that time you and Luo Peipei is together."

The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became. The ancients said that she was concerned about gain and loss, and she would not care about it when she didn't get it. Now that she got it, she began to think about what she had.

For some reason, Jing Chu felt a little happy in his heart: "What you said is heartless, have you ever seen me treat others so well?"

"Who knows how good you are when I don't see it." She was listless.

Jing Chu coaxed her: "Really not."

"Before me, you don't know how many girlfriends you had." She was even more frustrated, "I was born too late, otherwise there would be no place for them."

Jing Chu felt dumbfounded when he heard this, but now he couldn’t laugh at anything he said, so he had to talk to her in a polite way. like you."

"There are not many or there are a few."

Yang Mianmian was seldom ignorant, and when she was jealous and confessed, she made a big fuss. After they got together, she never mentioned the matter of her ex-girlfriend. He thought she didn't care.

It seems that it just didn't explode.

But seeing Yang Mianmian jealous, Jing Chu actually felt very happy in his heart. Looking at her frustrated expression and her slumped face, she said slowly, "Use your brain, if I really like them, and you what's up?"

Makes sense.Yang Mianmian squinted a little bit happily.

"It's pointless to be entangled in this kind of thing. You just need to remember that I like you the most now, and I will only like you in the future."

After Jing Chu made countless promises, Yang Mianmian finally became happy, and asked him about his former love rival while eating fruit: "How many girlfriends did you have before? How did you break up?"

Anyway, sooner or later, I have to explain, but Jing Chu has no objection: "Three, the first one is my classmate in college. Later, when I joined the army and she went abroad, they separated naturally. The second one is my friend who just arrived in Nancheng. At that time, my colleague’s younger sister, an elementary school teacher, tried to be together for half a month. She felt that our personalities did not match, so we separated. The third one was Pei Pei. Our purpose of being together was very clear. If we are suitable for each other, we will consider getting married. After all, we are both young. Not too small."

Really speaking, so much of the past can only be finished in a few sentences.

Yang Mianmian: "It's over?"

"It's over."

She looked disgusted: "There is nothing to say, so plain that I don't even bother to write third-rate romance novels. I thought you should have some kind of spectacular past. It's a waste of my feelings."

Fortunately, she was also jealous, but it sounds like there is no promise of life and death, and she really likes her the most.It's a pity that the first love didn't take over, but it doesn't matter, she believes that her beauty and IQ can kill that first girlfriend in seconds.

Don't be jealous.She is not jealous.

"No, the more I think about it, the more I care 〒▽〒" Yang Mianmian opened his arms to be hugged by him, and buried his head in his arms, "I think you belong to me alone."

"Now it's yours alone." Jing Chu bit her ear and kissed her earlobe.

Yang Mianmian blushed after brushing, quickly pulled up the shawl to cover her face, rolled her eyes, and was relieved to find that no one around them was paying attention to them.

Of course, there are negligible chairs that say nasty.

"Then you have to make sure that I will be alone in the future." She also said close to his ear.

"I promise."

She was finally satisfied, but she didn't want to read the book either. She hugged his arm and took his hand. After a while, she became sleepy, and fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

Jing Chu pulled down the curtain on the window to block the sunlight, and covered her with the shawl to keep her from freezing.

Cong Jun then turned his head and whispered, "Asleep?"

"Ah."

He teased Jing Chu: "How does it feel to have a girlfriend who is ten years younger than him? Is it like raising an ancestor?"

"It's not that exaggerated." Jing Chu took her hand and squeezed it, "I just want to love her more."

"Old couples and young wives are so loving." Cong Jun raised his eyebrows, and made an expression that understood everything, "It's just that, when you are about the same age, you can discuss everything, and you are so much younger than you. Just let it go, don’t feel tired in the future.”

"She doesn't mess around." Jing Chu said softly, "She's very obedient."

Cong Jun heheed twice: "I'm not familiar with her, and I've met her several times. Look at the movement of that little ancestor last time. How did you say the word "no nonsense?" Are you calling a deer a horse like this?"

"She just needs to be more courageous and curious." Although Jing Chu knew that Yang Mianmian was acting recklessly, he couldn't help but speak well of her, "She is young and ignorant."

Cong Jun almost rolled his eyes: "Brother, do you know that the parents of those brats in the news use this sentence every time as an excuse for everything? Well, if you are a baby, you can be a baby. Alas, those who are in love Man—" He took a magazine and covered his face, getting ready to sleep.

Jing Chu didn't sleep, so he took Yang Mianmian's hand, squeezed her soft palm, and looked at her peaceful sleeping face, feeling that he couldn't get enough of it.

Until Yang Mianmian suddenly opened his eyes like a nightmare, covered his ears, and burrowed his head into his arms.

Jing Chu patted her on the back: "What's the matter, did you have a nightmare?"

Yang Mianmian lay in his arms for a while, then raised her head silently: "I had a terrible dream."

"What did you dream about?"

"The god of death is coming." Yang Mianmian said expressionlessly.

Of course, this is not the content of her dream. In fact, she was dreaming of being affectionate and kissing with Jing Chu, but she was woken up by this car, and it was so loud that she screamed there: "Stop!" , there is a bomb, help, what to do, come quickly!"

Jing Chu laughed, touched her head and said, "Be good, don't be afraid, it's just a dream."

Leaning in his arms, Yang Mianmian sighed deeply. She now faces two problems. First, how to convince him that there is a bomb here. Second, what should I do with the bomb?

This is the reason why she doesn't like to tell people about things, but likes to do things by herself. You said it's fine, how would she tell Jing Chu?

Countless thoughts flashed through Yang Mianmian's head during those few minutes, and he was beaten by himself one by one:
1. Said that she herself has the ability to predict - fart, what to predict, the bombs have already been placed there!

2. Said that she herself can psychic - psychic psychic yarn, and there is no dead person!

3. Let's be honest - she hasn't been kicked in the head by a donkey again!
To sum up, it is obviously unreliable to rely on metaphysics to fool you, so let's die as soon as possible.

Yang Mianmian decided to change her mind:

1. Make an anonymous phone call - Anonymous ass, beat her with a mobile phone in the car and it will be exposed every minute, and there is no way to explain it at that time

2. Catch the bomber—it took so long to know that the bag in his toilet contained a bomb. At that time, no one paid attention to who dropped it. If the prisoner was wearing a mask and hat, he would not be able to recognize him at all. Besides, those little idiots are in a daze, who would pay attention to this?
3. She finds the bomb and throws it out, and it's impossible. If she touches it, it explodes. If she needs to dismantle the bomb, her bomb dismantling level still stays on the red and blue lines.

Conclusion: absolutely nothing.

(End of this chapter)