League of Legends: Dynasty Creation

Chapter 82.Little apartment
"Lao Jiang! The next time we meet will be in 2014!" UZI flipped up the shoulder strap of his backpack, smiled and waved to Jiang Bufan, "Let's go!"

"Eat less during Chinese New Year! Don't get fat anymore!" Jiang Bufan waved UZI goodbye.

Seeing the figure of the little fat man blending into the boarding crowd, Jiang Bufan sighed with emotion.

"It's another year!"

With that said, Jiang Bufan took out his phone and checked the time: "Then, I should go too!"

After taking a nap on the plane, Jiang Bufan followed the crowd to the pick-up hall in a daze.

"Fanfan! Fanfan!"

A familiar male duck voice made Jiang Bufan wake up in an instant!

"No way……?"

Jiang Bufan looked at the source of the voice in disbelief.

Wearing a peaked cap, Zhou Shufen was wearing a small pink down jacket and tight light blue jeans on her lower body. A pair of small white shoes was jumping high at this moment, bouncing and waving at him.

"I'll take you with me! Are you a ghost?"

Jiang Bufan walked up to Zhou Shufen speechlessly.

"Hey! Surprised?"

After a big hug, Zhou Shufen proudly stretched out her fingers and rubbed her nose, then reached out and snatched the suitcase from Jiang Bufan's hand.

"To be honest, I seem to be a little moved in the depths of my heart!"

"Gun!" Zhou Shufen smiled sweetly, turned around and punched Jiang Bufan, and then jumped to the front with the suitcase.

"Walk with me on the streets of Shanghai~"

Seeing Zhou Shufen humming a ditty, for some reason, Jiang Bufan's already sleeping heart throbbed a little.

That's all.

"Hey! Chick! The car is not bad!" Came to the parking lot and watched Zhou Shufen open the trunk of the car, Jiang Bufan couldn't help sighing.

"Mine!" Zhou Shufen proudly raised her head, pointing her thumb at herself proudly.

"to be frank!"

"My father's!" Zhou Shufen stuck out her tongue and laughed.

Jiang Bufan then threw the suitcase in with great effort, and the two got into the car.

"Where are you going to take Master Ning? Sister Zhou?" Jiang Bufan asked worriedly as he watched the car drive towards the city center.

"Ning just sit down!" Zhou Shufen imitated Lao Tie's tone and said, "I will arrive at the place in a while, and I will have your good juice!"

"Hey! Sister Zhou, tell me, how do you know what time the plane leaves?" Jiang Bufan couldn't help but ask, "You...could it be that you waited for a long time?" Morning?"

"You got it right!" Zhou Shufen didn't tell him her reasoning, but slyly put on a pitiful face, "I woke up early... and sat on the bench in the waiting room to wait for you... …after every flight lands…”

"Okay, sister Zhou, stop talking!" Jiang Bufan was ashamed, imagining Zhou Shufen's pitiful appearance, and said decisively, "Today, I, Jiang Bufan, risked everything, and I will definitely accompany Ning well! Ning is my master today. Little princess!"

"That's what you said, Xiaojiang!" Zhou Shufen raised one eyebrow and said with airs.

"Xiao Jiang said it, sister Zhou, you will do it!" Jiang Bufan vowed.

"Then let's make sister Zhou a delicious meal first!" Zhou Shufen laughed, and parked the car in front of a supermarket.

After shopping in the supermarket, Jiang Bufan followed Zhou Shufen back to the small apartment she rented.

"Ning! Please! Come in!" Zhou Shufen stood at the door, imitating the appearance of a hotel waiter, and gestured with her hand.

Then, Dang ran in first, looking for slippers for Jiang Bufan.

"Aren't there any bigger ones?" Jiang Bufan said disgustedly, wearing pink slippers with exposed heels.

"I live alone here, so I don't have so many slippers! Let's make do with it!" Zhou Shufen scratched her head and said.

"Forget it, I don't want to wear it anymore!" Jiang Bufan kicked off the slippers and walked in with his socks on.

The rental house is not big, a girly bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom and a balcony are all the rooms.

Jiang Bufan glanced at each room and nodded: "Comrade Zhou Shufen's room is pretty clean! I should praise you!"

Zhou Shufen leaned over from behind Jiang Bufan, put her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear and asked, "Then, how can Comrade Bufan praise me?"

……

"dong dong dong"

Jiang Bufan skillfully chopped the carrot in his hand into small cubes.

Zhou Shufen on the side stared wide-eyed: "Fanfan has a hand! This knife skill?"

"Don't brag, if I, Jiang Bufan, hadn't been delayed by music back then, I would be a first-class chef at least now!" Jiang Bufan said with a proud face while helping his sore waist.

"Fanfan, I find your bragging appearance very charming!"

Zhou Shufen's eyes turned into crescent moons.

"I beg you, don't call me Fanfan Cheng?" Jiang Bufan said with a bitter face, "When I hear this name, I will think of Electric Eel!"

"Ghost! Electric eel! It's exciting to hear!"

"I'll take you to fight! Do you still want to eat?"

The steaming dishes were placed on the plate by Jiang Bufan, and Zhou Shufen carried the plate to the dining table with a flip of her slippers.

Taking a light bite of the dish, Zhou Shufen nodded while tasting, "Xiaojiang's craftsmanship is still worthy of praise!"

"Why? It's not delicious, why don't you eat it?" Jiang Bufan rolled his eyes.

"Hey, I'll let you taste your sister Zhou's handicraft in the evening!"

After Zhou Shufen ate and drank enough, she leaned against Jiang Bufan lazily, lying on the sofa without sitting and scrolling through Weibo.

"Hey! Fanfan! Look! Isn't this a photo of your husky band's performance?"

Zhou Shufen raised the phone to Jiang Bufan.

"Don't call me that name!"

Seeing himself with long hair in the photo, Jiang Bufan said casually, "This was taken when we sang in a Qing bar in Chengdu in 12, right?"

Hearing this, Zhou Shufen regained her spirits, sat up, ran into the bedroom and took the guitar out.

"Jiangshen, can you play a song for the little fairy?"

"What do you want to hear?" Jiang Bufan took the guitar, tried a few chords, and asked.

"That's the one, that's the one!" Zhou Shufen gestured happily, and hummed, "For the rest of my life~ I only want you~"

Jiang Bufan lowered his head, and the accompanist followed.

Zhou Shufen smiled as she listened to the sound of the piano following her rhythm, sat down next to Jiang Bufan, leaned her head on his shoulder, and sang softly beside him.

The sound of the piano echoed, and the female voice was soft but hoarse.

In Shanghai at the end of November, every household is still so cold.

But in this small apartment, for a while, it seemed like spring flowers were blooming, facing the sea.

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