I Am In Love with Myself

Fearing that Maomao would be worried, An Mu had reported to her early to return late, and when he returned home, he was also light-handed, afraid of waking her up.

Unexpectedly, when I went upstairs, I saw that the door of Maomao's house was still in the wrong gap. The careless girl didn't bother at all, and the voice of the phone inside could be heard clearly.

"When are you still worrying about work? Take care of your injury, don't worry about it!"

"I know it costs a lot of money to repair a car, isn't there still insurance? The insurance company will definitely pay for it."

"I know that the repaired car is definitely not as good as the one that has not been repaired. I... call... stop! Stop! I said, can you stop **** these messy hearts? Co-worked the first car second, and there are three more underneath. Four, five, six, seven, are you at the bottom? Are you stupid? Nothing matters to you!"

"Okay, it's midnight. You can sleep peacefully. You can't stop thinking about what your legs are like. Think about it for yourself! I won't tell you, that's it, go to bed!"

Maomao mumbled and hung up the phone, yawned and stuffed the phone under the pillow, closed his eyes and got ready to go to bed. The door suddenly knocked twice, which shocked her.

"Who?!"

An Mu floated and said, "The ghost who has been wronged for eight years."

In the blink of an eye, she was born again for more than eight years.

Maomao sighed and turned on the bedside lamp.

"People are scary and scary, don't you know? Why don't you stand in front of my door with a word?"

"You blame me if you don't close the door?"

"I closed it!"

"Where did the seam come from when this door was closed?"

"You opened it!"

An Mu: "Okay, just treat it as I opened it, then your vigilance is too bad, you don't even know if I open the door."

Maomao made two lines of speechless tears, knowing that she couldn't talk about An Mu, why did she do this extra struggle?

"You don't sleep in the middle of the night, why are you looking for me?"

"Don't do it, just to see if your door is not closed, I want to help you close the door."

Maomaosheng lay on the bed irresponsibly, and then muttered "I clearly remembered that I closed it." Then he said: "Okay, you can close it now. When it is closed, you can kneel and rest. The palace is about to rest."

An Mu didn't move, her Bing-white fingertips curled up slightly, and said, "Jane Yixi was in a car accident."

It is not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

Maomao sat up cleverly.

"What? What's going on? Is it serious?!"

An Mu's eyebrows loosened slightly, clutching the doorknob, his face remained unchanged and said, "Didn't you just say that on the phone? Why did you ask me?"

Maomao didn't even notice that he was being used, and the whole figure looked like a frustrated ball, lying down and lying back softly.

"Oh, I'm scared to death! You're right. I didn't say that Jian Yixi was involved in a car accident. I was talking about the camera in our station. He was out on location, but the interview car skidded and crashed on the way back. He drove the car. Don’t worry if you sprained your leg, just worry that the car is broken and the leader blames him."

Maomao sighed: "Speaking of it, he is not worried. If something like this happens, the program will definitely be affected. It is impossible for the leader to complain at all. Bad impressions are inevitable."

An Mu said, "You don't have any other cars in the station?"

"Yes, but I'm usually nervous, and I won't be able to turn it even if I lose one. But these are all trivial things, mainly because the camera broke, and I don't know if the shooting can be repaired."

"The car is not expensive, so why don't you buy one more in the station? Why do you feel so nervous?"

"In short, it's a tight budget, who knows?"

"No matter how nervous it is, it shouldn't be bad for the money of this car. Private individuals can afford it, not to mention such a big TV station."

Maomao has a flat mouth.

"What is private can afford? I can't afford it. Do you think everyone is you and Jian Yixi? A rich second-generation, a self-made, I am a poor man."

"Jian Yixi bought a car?"

"Yes, I bought an Audi! I am so envious."

Audi...and the same brand in the morning.

When it came to what she wanted to know, An Mu didn't say much, and asked her to go to bed quickly and closed the door for her.

There is no need to go to class tomorrow. An Mu took a hot bath, and the lingering heat moisturized the skin that had been cold for the day. The coldness all over his body disappeared, leaving only a touch of sleepiness.

An Mu closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the bathtub. The words of the second brother and Maomao kept lingering in his mind.

She also couldn't tell why she was so restless. Didn't Brother Mao Mao always say that Jian Yixi is okay? Why can't I just feel relieved?

——Don’t think about An Mu, the second brother Mao Mao has no reason to lie to you. If Jian Yixi really has a car accident, they can just say it, why cover it up?

——But what if they don’t want to embarrass me? They all know that Jian Yixi and I fell out. Should I go to visit or not when Jian Yixi was involved in a car accident? Don't worry, if you are embarrassed, no matter what, why do they make me embarrassed?

——No, you can’t think so. When you cheated Maomao, Maomao’s reaction was very real, indicating that Jian Yixi really did not have a car accident.

——Maomao doesn't follow Jian Yixi 24 hours a day, how can she understand Jian Yixi's movements 100%? Maybe she just doesn't know yet.

——It's impossible not to know that the car accident happened early, and it's been a day, not to mention that the second elder brother was stuttering in the morning, which is obviously a problem.

——No, that's not right, what do I want to do? What does her failure to have a car accident have to do with me? She is her and I am me, it doesn't matter anymore.

An Mu opened her eyes, and the water vapor soaked into the corners of her eyes, making her eye sockets swollen. She got up distractedly, washed perfunctorily, and got into the bed. Snow fluttered outside.

In the dead of night, the snow fell silent, and An Mu suffered from insomnia.

The next day, his head became dizzy and swelled. It was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon. An Mu didn't know when he fell asleep, but vaguely remembered that the day before going to bed seemed to be bright.

Maomao took a break on Tuesday and has to go to work today. The house is empty and empty.

An Mu has no appetite, but the hunger is still there. At this time, the uncle’s house has already eaten, and she can’t go there. She is too lazy to go out to eat. She wants to order takeaway. After turning around, she didn’t find what she wanted. She glanced around. Maomao piled up on the surface of the kitchen countertop, soaked in a bucket altogether.

The sky was gloomy, with the fine snow outside the window, which blurred the window glass, the roof was covered with snow in the distance, the vehicles moved slowly on the road further away, and the pedestrians were also cautious.

It is wise not to go out, especially when the road is muddy and muddy, and you will be covered in mud when you fall.

An Mu ate the instant noodles. Even though she was hungry, she didn't feel delicious when she ate it. She barely ate two bites, but she couldn't eat it anymore. She carried the instant noodles to filter out the soup, and threw the rest into the trash can. Tighten the garbage bag.

After washing her hands and coming out, the smell of instant noodles all over the room made her a little uncomfortable. She went to the window and opened the window. After pulling it, she didn't open it, and she didn't pull it again.

Frozen?

It was frozen just after the twelfth lunar month. It seems that this year is a cold winter.

Northerners have never been afraid of the severe cold, not to mention that it is much warmer than the Northeast, and the heating at home is sufficient.

An Mu took a pot of cold water and boiled it, and then opened the window when the water boiled.

Leaning against the window, listening to the sound of water purring, smelling the uncomfortable smell of instant noodles, An Mu felt a sense of familiarity, as if such a scene had happened before.

When did it happen?

I remembered.

That winter, it was so cold, but there was no snow, and it was dry and cold. Jian Yixi and Maomao pretended to be running, and they went to Jinfang Road.

That day, when she was waiting for Jian Yixi at home alone, she also soaked instant noodles and didn't eat a few bites. The window was frozen, and she was poured with boiling water. Then...

An Mu pressed her heart, always feeling a little flustered, but she didn't know what she was flustering.

The water boiled, and the thick white vapor dispersed, warm and humid, blurting An Mu's vision.

An Mu was stunned for two seconds before turning off the fire and reaching for the handle of the pot.

It's hot.

The plastic jug was forgotten to stand upright, and kept on its side.

An Mu turned on the faucet and put his painful hand into the cold water.

The sound of splashing water was particularly loud in this empty room.

She rushed stupidly, rushing to the bones and her fingers were sore that she remembered turning off the faucet.

After a pause for two seconds, she looked for anti-scalding gloves to put on again, picked up the water bottle and lifted it to the window, raised half of it and suddenly put it down, turned around and took off the gloves, and went up to the second floor. He came down again, took his hat, scarf, key phone, and opened the door to go out.

She didn't drive, and stepped on the creaky snow to go to the corner office building.

Today Saturday, the office building was quiet and there were almost no signs of activity. There should be only a few people working overtime in the building.

The sky was gloomy and the snowflakes were still floating. She stood in an inconspicuous position on the opposite side of the road. She raised her head to count layer by layer, and counted until Jian Yixi stopped, and then she ran across a piece of blue glass and a piece of blue glass. Finally, Counting to the location of Jian Yixi's office, it was dark inside, but the big office next door was vaguely lit.

Did Jian Yixi work overtime today? A workaholic like her, will she get better after getting married?

An Mu lowered his eyes, tugged at his hat and scarf, and blocked his face a bit more tightly, before crossing the road and entering the parking lot attached to the office building.

The parking lot is open to the public, except for the chartered parking spaces, the others are almost full.

An Mu looked around and found out that there were a few Audi cars, all of which were old cars, not new ones, and even those without a license plate, and Wang Yanqing's car was not seen.

An Mu sighed slightly, took out the phone in his coat pocket, clicked on the V letter and flipped it down, to the bottom of Meng Xi's written conversation.

Since that day, Jian Yixi has never contacted her again, and the Moments of Friends has not been updated. What does this mean?

Of course An Mu would not naively think that she was just newly married and too busy to care about updating. Before, she would post some life records every other time. At that time, she was starting a business, so busy and free. Not to mention that it is not long before the wedding, it is the time when the materials are abundant. .

Therefore, she was either deleted or blocked.

Blocking... is impossible. Jian Yixi deleted her mobile phone number in front of her that day, and so on, this was to delete her.

Jian Yixi deleted her. What did she keep Jian Yixi for?

Keep it like this, as if she is nostalgic.

An Mu pursed her lips, and pressed her finger to the delete button. She was about to press it, and she froze again.

An Mu remembered the second wife who looked a bit like Jian Yixi, maybe... you don't need to delete it, just as an emotional dump. She has been a bit tired recently, and she really wants to vent.

An Mu pursed her lips slightly, leaning slightly against the square pillars on one side, tapping her fingers, the cold wind curled up the snow flakes and fluttered the hair on the side of her face, her nose turned into a thick white mist, blurring the screen.

[Yan Yuzhou: I feel great without you. I don’t have to be busy for a day to die and get information back, and I don’t have to eat a meal and have to pick up the video without stopping, not to mention...

Do you think I am a blogger? Or do you think you are my loyal fan? Why should I spoil you and be accustomed to you? ! Why am I so busy and so tired that I have to respond to messages and videos? What am I drawing? Am i sick? !

You are chic, and when the game is over, it is really Gameover, and you just leave without looking back.

Even if my original intention to help you was for my parents, even if I was to make up for the regrets of my last life, even if I was not so simple to be good to you at the beginning, I really hope you are good.

Just like parents love their children because they are their children, you can see if they will be heartbroken when they are replaced by other people's homes!

Parents’ love is for a reason, but what’s wrong with me being kind to you? Why do you say such a thing? Why is it that you did something wrong as if you were aggrieved?

Why are you unwilling to abandon you? What game ends? Are you avenging me? Ok?

what about me? I have spoiled you for so many years and helped you so much. Now if you just leave, who should I find to end the game? Who should I find revenge?

I have never hated myself so much. Of course I am not talking about myself, I am talking about you.

Why are you so annoying? Who told you to learn cooking? Who asked you to cook for me? Who told you to finish it and still want me to eat it?

I want to eat chestnut chicken now, who will make it for me? Want to eat sweet and sour short ribs, who will make it for me? I want to eat small glutinous rice **** and drink borscht. The pig's trotters soup that was stewed last time is also very good.

I'm hungry, I haven't eaten for a day!

I……】

An Mu closed her eyes, her turbulent mood was a little unprepared, she almost couldn't control it.

This is a public place. If you want to vent or something, you should go back and talk about it.

An Mu calmed his emotions and sent out the unfinished message.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Why is there no red exclamation mark? Why doesn't the prompt "You and the other party are not friends, please add each other"?

An Mu opened his eyes slightly, and almost the next second he clicked on the message and withdrew.

Did she not delete her? !

How could she not delete her? ! !

An Mu no longer knows how many years he has not been so flustered.

She held the phone with cold fingers, took a few short breaths, and quickly relaxed.

It's okay, don't panic, she withdrew in a timely manner, only a few seconds, Jian Yixi must have not seen it.

Even if it shows that there is a message withdrawn, it doesn't matter. Jian Yixi will not contact her and ask her what she has sent.

No matter how you think about it, there will be nothing, An Mu is completely relieved now.

She was so careless, she should send a group of clear friends messages to try out before posting.

But she really didn't expect Jian Yixi to delete her.

Why didn't she delete her? forget? Or just abandoned it?

This is not impossible. Jian Yixi has two mobile phone numbers, one for private persons and one for work. If she discards this V letter, she still has one.

It's safer to think about it this way.

An Mu waited for a while, the dialog was silent, nothing happened, she put away the phone, turned around and planned to leave.

After walking for half a step, I heard the ding of the elevator door opening not far away, and a familiar voice came.

"Okay, cough cough, I'll go over now, cough cough cough, it's okay, I have a cold, I have taken medicine."