I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

"what's happenin?"

Wang Xiaoyu asked without hearing the voice on the phone.

"Oh, well, she is in an urgent matter temporarily, so go back first and let me take you home." Jiang Siming fooled around for a reason.

"Well, if you have something, Mr. Jiang, please go back first. I can go home by myself. It's okay."

"Well, if you are a girl going back alone, I don’t worry. Besides, Yiyi’s task is to send you home. You can’t let me go home before the task is completed. They will punish me to kneel and rub my clothes. Board."

Jiang Siming looked scared and described himself as a very low family status.

Wang Xiaoyu believed that it was true, thinking that Jiang Siming was really in a low status at home, and he was moved with compassion.

I thought to myself, such a good man has such a low status at home. If he were his boyfriend, he would definitely spoil him.

"All right, I'll take a taxi."

Wang Xiaoyu took out her mobile phone and wanted to call a taxi. If she still had herself, she would definitely be reluctant to take a taxi.

How expensive a taxi is. Shanghai taxis start at 15 yuan. She doesn't have the courage and can buy half a catty of pork.

But this is not Jiang Siming by the side, she said she was embarrassed to let the world's richest man sit with herself on the bus and crowd the subway.

But just now there were so many people here, and there were too many people who took taxis. Watching 22 people line up in front of the taxi-hailing software, Wang Xiaoyu was a little speechless.

"You don't need to take a taxi. Just follow your usual means of transportation. I was either born or the richest man. Before I got married, I saved more money than you. I would never pay where I can walk."

Jiang Siming said with a smile, and took the lead.

Wang Xiaoyu had to keep up. Because they were very close to the subway, the two entered the subway station and went up after buying the tickets. For insurance, both of them put on masks.

Needless to say, Jiang Siming's identity, Wang Xiaoyu is now a well-known host of Yang Ma, alright, and has a lot of fans.

Netizens post on the Internet every day, their hearts have always been whispered or something like nonsense.

It is a pity that Wang Xiaoyu has never paid attention to these.

But you still have to pay attention, so as not to be recognized by everyone, which will cause trouble.

Because it was a few stops before the start, there were not many people, and the two were lucky enough to be seated.

It has to be said to be lucky to have a seat on Shanghai Line 1.

Looking at the passing subway, Jiang Siming was a little bit emotional. He hadn't been on the subway for a long, long time.

Looking at a young man in a suit and leather shoes, sitting across from him with a bag on his back, the suit that the boy wears is the cheapest stall, and the bag is also a simple black satchel.

Jiang Siming didn't mean to look down on others, but saw him as if he had seen him back then.

At the beginning, he was dressed like a dog. Every day, he hurriedly squeezed onto the subway with his suit and straight. Sometimes he had to wring early, soy milk fritters in his hand when he got up late.

It’s okay in the morning. It’s the most annoying when I take the subway home in the evening, because Jiang Siming’s good leather bag is so formal.

Many women think he is the duck brother in the nightclub...There are also many aunts, aunts and young women who ask him for contact information...

What's even more outrageous is that there is a rich woman who told him not to make appointments this week, she has all inclusive.

Had it not been for the very high concentration at the time, Jiang Siming might have become a lost boy.

Hey, I don't know what's going on, now the concentration is getting lower and lower, although it's still higher, but it's still a bit worse than before.

The low concentration is obviously not Jiang Siming's fault, it is the pan of the horrified salamander, it is an ominous fairy sword, um, that's right.

As we continued to pass the station, the number of people on the subway quickly increased, and it soon became a bit crowded.

Jiang Siming and Wang Xiaoyu were forced to squeeze into the corner of the seat, but before they had any ambiguous atmosphere, a pregnant woman came up.

Jiang Siming and Wang Xiaoyu reacted quite the same, and stood up in unison.

Wang Xiaoyu immediately motioned to Jiang Siming and said, "Mr. Jiang, I'll be fine."

After speaking, I couldn't help but got up and said to the pregnant woman: "Sit in my seat."

"Thank you." The pregnant woman did not refuse, and sat down after thanking her.

Wang Xiaoyu stood in front of Jiang Siming with the handle, and smirked at Jiang Siming.

She seemed very happy to find that she was doing something meaningful with Jiang Siming.

Although wearing a mask, those eyes that smile like crescent moons also make people feel extremely healed.

After a while, an aunt came up, she was not too old, and saw a young man sitting in the seat of Jiang Siming, she immediately walked over and said bitterly:

"Young man, can you let me sit down? Auntie has old cold leg arthritis and can't stand."

Jiang Siming didn't refuse, and stood up generously: "Aunty, sit down."

The aunt was overjoyed when she heard the words and said thank you in a perfunctory tone and immediately squeezed Jiang Siming away and sat in his seat.

Then I picked up the phone and started the call, the voice was loud and loud, so that the car next door could hear it.

It was the local dialect, Wang Xiaoyu didn't understand a word, but Jiang Siming understood roughly.

No way, although he has never studied Shanghainese, he can't hold back that he has several Shanghai daughter-in-laws.

If you hear more, you will understand.

Not only the Shanghai dialect, but Jiang Siming knows a thing or two in all local dialects. Is he proud (akimbo proud)!

This aunt should have called her sisters, saying what she was doing today, which supermarket has a discount, she rushed to buy it, and asked them to dance the square dance together in the evening.

After listening to Jiang Siming, he knew that he had been cheated, and it was all right to rush to buy things and dance the square dance. Once he got on the subway, he couldn't do it.

But it doesn't matter, he didn't plan to care, there are such people everywhere, and they are all used to it.

He stood quietly with Wang Xiaoyu, but as the crowd grew, the subway became very crowded.

Jiang Siming sees Wang Xiaoyu's small lattice, and if he doesn't help her, it is estimated that people will be crowded out.

He pulled her into his arms and said, "Is it the same as before?"

Wang Xiaoyu trembled. Before she could answer, Jiang Siming wrapped her again from behind.

This familiar touch...and the outrageous overreaction...make Wang Xiaoyu people stupid, come back? ? ?

On the other hand, Jiang Siming said with an innocent look that he was really not to be blamed, but to blame him for his great body, just so energetic and yang.

Hey, he didn't move either.

The pregnant woman sitting across from them also smiled and said to Wang Xiaoyu: "Your husband is very kind to you."

Wang Xiaoyu was even more speechless. He flushed and didn't know how to explain it. He could only acquiesce in a guilty conscience and a little bit of joy, and then continued to endure the bulging feeling in his waist.

At the same time, she is also thankful that Jiang Siming is very tall, otherwise, if he touches a little, the bulging feeling is not as simple as the waist...

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