lerbook Chapter 357 Half a year off from school, Xiao Naner has a psychological problem (please book all!!)
Chapter 357 Half a year off from school, Xiao Naner has a psychological problem (please book all!!)
Jiang Zhou put the resignation letter aside and thought for a while.
Girls always have those days.
Feeling irritable and having a bad temper is normal.
Not to mention Xiao Naner.
Even Feng Siruo dared to talk back during his menstrual period.
I bought a lollipop to coax in a couple of days, I guess it's not a big deal.
Jiang Zhou thought for a while, turned over, and started to cultivate sleepiness against the wall.
He is mainly writing a book these days.
It's called "War in the Internet Age".
Now the big bosses are like this, and they like to write books when the business is done.
One reason is to promote their corporate image and increase their visibility.
Another reason is to increase exposure and get some inventory.
After all, books are not time-sensitive.
The effect can be retained longer than advertisements such as TV and subway.
Not just a few seconds and a few minutes.
This method can outperform the annual advertising effect of over 100 million yuan
There is another more important reason.
Jiang Zhou wanted to pretend to be a literary force.
There are many different types of forcing this kind of thing.
Local tyrants force, literature and art force...
Each has a different cool point.
Therefore, although the recent work is not busy, Jiang Zhou's mental energy consumption is still relatively large.
It is precisely because of this that the desire to sleep has become stronger and stronger recently.
After a while, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.
Da-da-da, the sound is very soft.
The dazed Jiang Zhou felt a little strange.
Isn't Ding Yue the only one in the villa?
What the hell is this bitch doing in her bedroom instead of watching TV honestly?
While thinking about it, Jiang Zhou suddenly felt the mattress behind him sink.
The man seemed to have climbed onto the bed and was now leaning over to look at himself.
Maybe it's because the other party is getting closer.
He could even feel a warm breath coming towards him.
Bed and take! ?
Two words popped up in Jiang Zhou's mind instantly.
I rely on, no? !
Could it be that Ding Yue started to attack her best friend's boyfriend because she had never been able to find a boyfriend? !
But the conscience of heaven and earth!
He is not interested in this little black fat girl!
But in the next second, Jiang Zhou suddenly felt someone slap his cheek.
Then a fragrant soft body got into his arms.
She gently pressed against her chest and rubbed her chin with her forehead. The movements and tastes were very familiar.
Jiang Zhou was stunned for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes.
In front of her, Feng Siruo stared blankly at her with her big shining eyes.
She put on a little makeup and some lipstick today.
The lips that are close at hand are delicate and charming.
Don't ask, this must be Chu Yuwei's handwriting.
After all, Feng Siruo doesn't wear makeup.
Jiang Zhou smiled slightly, leaned over, and sealed her soft red lips.
Ten minutes later, the two separated.
Feng Daimeng's face was blushing and panting.
She still hasn't mastered the skill of breathing while kissing.
"Didn't you just go out to play, why did you come back so early?"
"It's getting late, it's getting dark."
Jiang Zhou was stunned for a moment, then stuck his head out of the bed.
Only then did he realize that it was already dark outside the window, and only the moon wheel was hanging in the sky.
I rely on.
I thought I slept in a daze for a few minutes, but I didn't expect to sleep for so long.
Is it so hard to write a book?
No wonder those sand sculpture authors on the Internet update so slowly.
It seems that this really can not blame them.
Jiang Zhou regained his senses and put Feng Siruo in his arms and touched him twice.
"What did you do with Chu Yuwei today?"
Feng Siruo blushed and twisted: "Go... go shopping, try on clothes."
Jiang Zhou instantly showed an expression of sudden realization: "No wonder the dowry gift I have saved for you has been decreasing, so it turns out that the two of you are used for shopping?"
Feng Siruo suddenly became nervous: "I spent my money."
"Is it?"
"Um!"
Jiang Zhou hugged her slippery waist: "Anyway, the dowry is not enough, so I won't marry."
Feng Siruo put his arms around his neck: "I will never go shopping again..."
"Okay, I'm teasing you."
"Oh."
"Come on, take off your pants."
"???"
"obedient."
"The door...the door isn't there yet, um!"
After a while, in the living room of the villa.
Ding Yue was silent for a while, and gradually became red in the face.
She couldn't help turning the TV louder, pretending she couldn't hear the multiplying din.
And silently recite the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" in my heart, in order to get rid of the distracting thoughts in my heart
But it's obviously useless to do so.
The voice she heard was not less heard at all.
Excessive!
unacceptable!
So no one else, isn't this greedy for her?
She even felt that Feng Siruo was laughing at her for not having a boyfriend every time she said um ah ah!
hateful……
In the blink of an eye, the night was dark.
After the hustle and bustle comes a tired slumber.
After a deep sleep is the morning with back pain.
When the morning light spilled into the window, everything seemed to wake up in an instant.
The light in the bedroom was bright, even a little dazzling.
Feng Siruo lay in Jiang Zhou's arms, as lazy as a cat in the afternoon sun.
Jiang Zhou rubbed her hair lightly, then got out of bed carefully.
Make breakfast, eat breakfast.
Wash and wash dishes.
The rare peace is full of happiness.
Except for Ding Yue, who is eating and drinking, her life is basically perfect now.
But after breakfast, Ding Yue was also very sensible and got out.
When he left, he looked lonely, with big dark circles under his eyes.
When it was noon, Feng Siruo was wearing pajamas and chasing dramas on the sofa.
Jiang Zhou made a cup of tea and used pen and paper to figure out how to write his book.
But inspiration is sometimes a wicked thing.
Hard to get when you want.
But when you do something else, it's always a flash of inspiration.
It's as elusive as fate.
Jiang Zhou stammered out eight words, and finally 6 reluctantly threw the pen aside.
Pretending to be art is really tiring.
Jiang Zhou took a deep breath, then stared at his phone for ten seconds.
While he was having breakfast, he sent Xiao Nan'er a few text messages.
As a result, it is now noon, and there is still no reply.
What the hell is going on here?
Jiang Zhou felt irritated for no reason and turned to look at Feng Siruo.
At this time, Feng Daimeng was watching TV with relish.
The slender curled eyelashes trembled slightly, looking smart and cute.
Jiang Zhou was silent for a while, then got up and hooked Feng Siruo's leg, and picked her up from the sofa.
Feng Siruo, who was holding the remote control, was a little puzzled, and lightly kicked his slender legs.
"What are you doing?"
"Contribute to slowing down the aging of the population."
"???".