Report to the captain: Your predecessor has boarded

In the scorching summer, even the breeze brought a few threads of dry and hot breath.

Although it is late at night, there are still many people coming and going in the street, either in a hurry, or taking a long walk, or several people in groups, laughing and chatting and walking forward.

When Yan Sheng came out of the KTV with Jiang Miaomiao in his arms, the new moon with two backpacks followed him and trotted out all the way.

The main reason is that Yan Sheng's legs are too long and he is worried about Jiang Miaomiao's condition.

She had to run to keep up.

"That, Yan Sheng."

Through just a few words, Shi Xinyue has understood Yan Sheng's identity.

I wanted to be polite. After all, I was my boyfriend. Make complaints about Jiang's cry and her own Tucao, and she smiles back to her lips.

"I've heard some things about you. There must be a misunderstanding. What kind of person is slim? I know very well that she grew up from childhood. She won't do that kind of immoral thing."

Hearing the speech, Yan Sheng didn't say anything, but his steps slowed down.

It looks like the New Moon continues to talk while waiting.

"It's hard for her to be misunderstood by you. She came out to drink so much tonight because she was worried. When I called her, I heard the tone was wrong."

When he said these words, the new moon had completely forgotten how Jiang Miaomiao drank this virtue.

If you hadn't been too involved in singing with the microphone, you wouldn't have noticed that Jiang Miaomiao poured his own wine bottle after bottle and threw empty wine bottles all over the ground, "if you find out that there is a misunderstanding, I hope you can explain it with Miaomiao. After all, you've been together for so many years. As a bystander, I don't really hope that the two of you will go their separate ways because of such a misunderstanding. She is reluctant to give up. I guess you are even more reluctant... "

In other words, the new moon didn't say anything more.

After all, Yan Sheng is standing by the side of the road with Jiang Miao in his arms.

Even if Jiang Miaomiao is thin and Yan Sheng's physical strength is good, he can't stand holding a man with no bones and soft feet on the side of the road and chatting with another person without changing his face.

"Well, I see."

After simply saying goodbye to the new moon, Yan Sheng returned to the car with Jiang Miaomiao.

After slowly putting the person down on the seat, staring at the small face with frowns in deep sleep, he couldn't help but flash a burst of heartache at the bottom of his heart.

In the end, it is because of him that makes Jiang Miaomiao sad.

At that time, even a little time to explain to others would not have made things so rigid.

"Yan Sheng, why don't you believe me? How can you not believe me..."

I don't know if I dreamed of something unhappy. Jiang Miaomiao lay down in the back seat and turned over. His eyebrows frowned tighter, and both sides of his mouth turned down. How sad he was.

Sobbing twice, she closed her eyes and groped back and forth for a while. When her hand touched the hairy pillow, she pulled it over and held it in her arms, whispering, "others can't believe me, but you can't! It's been so long. Can't you understand my temperament? Or do you no longer love me, even what I look like, you have forgotten? The family objected. Do you feel tired and want to give me up? Give up our relationship. What is it after so many years of persistence... "

After all, I drank too much. After a while, there was no sound in the back seat.

Yan Sheng looked in the rearview mirror and found that Jiang Miaomiao had completely slept, but her still tight eyebrows indicated that she was still uneasy in her dream.

Sorry, misty, it's my fault.

The more Jiang Miaomiao is like this, the more ashamed Yan Sheng is.

Just like what she said in her dream, if they no longer trust her, what is it if they try their best to stick to their feelings for so many years?

Are they all fake?

How can the basic feelings of mutual trust not exist, and how can they come to the present safely under the strong interference of everyone?

Can't go on like this. Jiang Miaomiao doesn't have to follow him all the time.

After settling the sleeping Jiang Miaomiao at home, Yan Sheng kissed her on the forehead and made up his mind at the same time.

Things can't be put off any longer.

One has two. Yan's mother tasted the sweetness in this accident. In the future, she will inevitably continue to secretly create accidents again and again to provoke the relationship between the two people.

It's not that I don't believe the feelings between the two people, but I can't believe what unpredictable tricks Yan's mother will play next time.

The next morning.

Jiang Miaomiao was awakened by a stabbing pain in his head.

When I fell asleep, I didn't feel much. After waking up, in addition to a splitting headache, my throat was hoarse and uncomfortable, just like someone grinding his throat with the wind and sand.

This pain, hangover people do not know.

A splitting headache and thirst.

After struggling in bed, Jiang Miaomiao propped up his body with his elbow on the bed. Looking sideways, he saw a glass of water on the bedside table and a piece of paper under the glass.

She didn't care to read the content. She was really thirsty. She took up her glass and drank it.

After a cup of water, the dry and smoking voice was relieved, and the whole person followed the spirit. Smash it and smash it in the mouth, as if he still sipped a trace of sweet and greasy taste.

Honey water?

My thoughts gradually returned, and I thought of some very realistic things. The sweet and greasy in my mouth suddenly became bitter and astringent.

She vaguely remembered that Yan Sheng sent her back last night. It seemed that she had some trouble in the middle, but it seemed that Yan Sheng was the one who finally solved the trouble.

No, she went out to celebrate her old friend's new moon's return. Why did she end up drunk?

In addition to the honey water that had just been drunk and the post it notes pressed under the cup, Jiang Miaomiao could no longer find any trace that could prove that Yan Sheng had been here.

"Drink some honey water after you wake up. Eat some light breakfast after you have a hangover. They are all hot in the pot. Remember to eat a little after you get up..."

The content is nothing more than the old-fashioned words of concern.

But just these relational words are enough to make the tip of Jiang Miaomiao's nose slightly sour, and even his sight gradually becomes blurred.

Looking at the empty water cup, Jiang Miaomiao patted his head with some annoyance, "why don't you know to drink slower?"