As for the relationship between Jiang Xiao and Yuan Jie, it did not develop as planned by Jiang Xiao.
That day, Yuan Jie said he wanted to go home for dinner, and he did indeed go home for dinner. However, ever since Jiang Xiao ran into Liang Youqi at the supermarket, it is inappropriate to say "coincidental". It should be said that after being "caught" by Liang Youqi, her thoughts of cooking and applying makeup for Yuan Jie disappeared completely. The deep affection in Liang Youqi's heart that did not match his appearance made Jiang Xiao sit by the window, stunned until sunset. When Yuan Jie opened the door, there was no smoke from cooking, only a statue of his wife.
So, Jiang Xiao's planned romantic dinner turned into two bowls of instant noodles and a plate of mixed cucumber.
Yuan Jie silently ate, while Jiang Xiao wanted to pick up some food for him, but felt that there was really nothing to pick up. Until Yuan Jie started drinking instant noodle soup, the coldness between the two was broken by Jiang Xiao. She wanted to give Yuan Jie a piece of cucumber, but accidentally knocked over his bowl, spilling soup all over him and causing the bowl to fall and break.
Jiang Xiao burst into tears, as if she was the one who had been splashed with grease. Yuan Jie, on the other hand, didn't care about himself, so he reached out his big hand to Jiang Xiao's small face and rubbed it twice: "What's wrong? It's just a bowl." Jiang Xiao paused for a moment: Yuan Jie, who is so gentle and tolerant, is just like before, both a husband and a brother. Jiang Xiao's wailing turned into sobbing in an instant, and then Yuan Jie withdrew his hand and went to change clothes. Jiang Xiaoche fell completely silent: this warmth came and went in a hurry, like reality or illusion.
Yuan Jie has left and dressed neatly to work overtime. Jiang Xiao, who was cleaning up the wreckage of the bowl, remained quiet: Didn't he say he didn't have to work overtime today? Didn't he just stroke my face and gaze into my eyes? Why did you leave without a smile? The speed of turning over is really better than flipping through a book.
So today, Jiang Xiao and Ding Luoluo are facing each other, sighing briefly and sighing deeply. Where is Yuanwei? "Ding Luoluo didn't want to mention" man ", so he had to mention Yuanwei. She went on a picnic, saying she was looking for inspiration. "" Ah? "Ding Luoluo shouted from the bottom of her heart. picnic? Sitting in broad daylight, devouring the sea pass and writing a masterpiece? Besides, Yuan Wei has always worked behind closed doors, imagining romantic relationships with men and women from the ceiling. Since when did she become passionate about experiencing life? Jiang Xiao sighed again and said, "Ah, now she and Zheng Ouyang are on fire. Even if they sit in the field eating grass, they can still enjoy it." This statement is true.
Do you think Yuan Jie is suffering from schizophrenia? He's being hot and cold to me, "Jiang Xiao said to herself. She didn't think that the naive Ding Luoluo would make any fair analysis of Yuan Jie's wandering towards her.
However, Ding Luoluo said seriously, "I see, you also have schizophrenia. Why do you still care so much about Yuan Jie and be good with Brother Qi
Jiang Xiao raised her eyebrows and said, "Yes, everyone has schizophrenia. Isn't your Zuo Chen the same? He has you and others in his heart
Is that so? If a person can enjoy both vegetables and meat, as well as roses and lotus flowers, then why should they be loyal to their lover? She loves to eat vegetarian food, and also loves Liang Youqi's meaty taste. He loved Ding Luoluo's lotus like innocence, but also couldn't bear to part with other enchanting and fragrant things.
I saw your serialization, it's a bit interesting, "Jiang Xiao gave a thumbs up.
Ding Luoluo blushed and said, "Editor Yao also finds it interesting, and there have been more letters from readers." Everyone said, "This novel is fascinating and gripping. Ding Luoluo rubbed his forehead: Perhaps it's because there are too many obstacles in reality, so readers enjoy watching men being betrayed and women being played with in novels, and feel that their personal experiences are not enough, but more than enough. Therefore, Ding Luoluo's previous calm and romantic works are despised by people, which is a typical "angry but not funny" mentality.
I really envy you. Besides being a man, you also have your own life, "Jiang Xiao said as she looked at her nose and heart." Unlike me, I have nothing to do every day
Ding Luoluo disagrees: her life? Every day, she speculates on various things about Zuo Chen, expressing them through words. Even with thousands of words, she cannot fully express her melancholy. Is this also worthy of envy?