C362 Girlfriend

When Ann Qianxi's thoughts were slowly pulled back, Ye Yuni was still happily drinking, while Ou Ney's face was also completely red. Thinking back to the last time when they brought the hot and watery Rockky back from the mountains, it was also like this in the evening. At that time, Rockky sat in the bumpy van and curled up into a ball, not because he was scared or had Ann Qianxi's company, but because the van was too crappy and too cold.

To a Rockky who was used to sitting in a commercial car, this was indeed more painful than being tortured by the wind from a pond. The van's seat was extremely hard, and after sitting for more than an hour, it had the feeling of having a day's worth of seedlings inserted. (When Ann Qianxi described it this way, she naturally felt that it wasn't appropriate. "My back ached, my limbs were weak, and when I saw the sofa bed cushion, I fell over, closing my eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

During this time, they had to face strange drivers, remote villages, dark lights, and two miserable women. However, Ann Qianxi had to spend her entire life trying to get a car like this, otherwise, they would have to rent a farmer uncle's tractor or four-wheeled bike to get it back. Thus, the rocky who had returned to the city wasn't picky at all.

It's not like that snake-and-scorpion beauty, the ice beauty, rocky.

In the days without Chi Shaojun, Ann Qianxi also kept her life busier than if she was in the sky. She was like an eight-legged swan, just that she purposely didn't mention Chi Shaojun to anyone, and she even foolishly went to his WeChat profile picture to leave a message, but she never replied.

Ann Qianxi had always thought that she was the one who stirred up the whirlpool of destiny, but at this moment, she was completely wrong.

Chi Shaojun appeared like the male protagonist in a young girl's dream. He came through the night and left in the morning mist. His face was blurry, and he only left a beautiful afterimage in a hurry.

The soul conversation between Ye Yuni, Ou Ney and Zhu Zhu had gone from blabbering to the drunk hur hur hur. Ou Ney was hehe hehe, while Zhu Zhu was hahahahaha. With such a large vocabulary, the three of them were able to support the entire atmosphere.

Seeing the three of them giggling, Ann Qianxi's grief seemed to have been washed away a little, covered by the surface of a kind of warm and quick time. It seemed like the three people in front of her were rather pleasing to the eye, sometimes thinking about how unfair it was.

Occasionally, when she was drunk and acting coquettishly, Ann Qianxi would sneak into the bathroom to wipe away the tears that rolled down the corner of her eyes. At some point, she would secretly think of Chi Shaojun, who was wearing white cashmere socks, walking on the floor of the room again and again like a silent cub.

Occasionally, when she saw a dish, she would remember his taste. Sometimes, when Ye Yuni would tell Ann Qianxi about her married life with Deng Yujin in private, even Ann Qianxi would think of the man who used to lie beside her pillow with an evil smile on his face. The smell of his breath was cool, the warmth of his skin was cool, the way he looked at her.

However, everything seemed to have been tightly sealed by a huge net.

Ye Yuni leaned drunkenly on Ou Ney's shoulder. After she received Jia Wanrou's call, she started a new round of giggling. However, based on Jia Wanrou's conversation, Ann Qianxi didn't think much of it.

"Hahaha, Rou Rou, aren't you drunk too?" Ye Yuni shook the towel. "How could he be in town? Didn't he go on a business trip? What other woman? You must be seeing things." After hanging up, Ye Yuni was still giggling and pointing at Ann Qianxi as if she had found something hilarious. "Jia Wanrou said she saw my towel shopping with other women. How could that be possible, Qianxi?"

Ann Qianxi suddenly had a bad premonition. She paused for a moment before saying, "Why don't we go back and take a look?"

"What are you looking at? Our family's Old Deng, even if he were to deliver a woman with her legs in the air to his pillow, he would not even look at her."

This kind of "hahahahaha" finally stopped when Ye Yuni opened the door of the shopping mall.

Ann Qianxi saw Jia Wanrou sitting in Starbucks' seat, holding her face with both hands in a very awkward and shy posture. She stared blankly at a business suit in the distance. Ye Yuni put her bag on the table and said, "Speak, how many bottles did you drink?"

"Yuni, your girlfriend is really too handsome..." Upon hearing this, Ann Qianxi was also stunned. "What you're drinking isn't alcohol, but sulfuric acid. It's soft and gentle. Your brain's burnt out. What nonsense are you spouting?"

At this moment, Deng Yujin, who was picking clothes not too far away from Starbucks, was holding his "girlfriend". To be precise, a skinny but very visible man walked out of the store, and the item they picked out at the same time was a man's underwear with a flat corner.

The two men were pulling on a pair of boxer shorts. Their eyes were filled with elegance as if they were studying a priceless painting of the world.

Just as he was about to leave, the man seemed to remember something, and picked up a blue shirt on the side for Deng Yujin to measure. Deng Yujin seemed to be very satisfied with the other's eyes, and just as he was about to go to the locker room to change his clothes, the man grabbed his arm and made a gesture to tie up Deng Yujin's coat. Deng Yujin shyly pushed away his hand and handed the coat to him. That scene caused the clerk to blush and swallow her saliva...

At the same time, Ye Yuni's face turned red. However, it wasn't because of her shyness or her brain full of bean curd, but because of her anger.

Ann Qianxi suppressed her pounding heart and tried her best to stay calm. She said in a voice that sounded as calm as she could, "Calm down, calm down …" All you see are illusions … "

At first glance, the man next to Deng Yujin didn't doubt Deng Yujin at all. He was yet another handsome man with a wild and untamed face, like an English singer, with no oily feel at all.