Chapter 287

"The little mouse got a promotion and went to eat hot pot to celebrate with his girlfriend."

"Well."

"This wine you bought for me, why don't you try it."

"Not bad."

"Right? Ha ha ha, come and have another drink. "

Qin maocai is so proud that he chews the chicken leg clean. As soon as he shakes his hand, he throws the bone into the basin on the balcony. The hero sticks out his head and crunches it.

Looking at the happy old friend, Xu Wenbin drank two more cups and put a chicken wing in his mouth with chopsticks.

The chicken was bought in the market. Qin maocai stewed it himself. It was crisp and rotten. He put it in his mouth and sucked the meat down.

"Before I arranged a blind date for him, he had to find it by himself. I said that he could find it by himself... No, it really made him find it."

"Where are you from?"

"She came from xiaoxiancheng and collected money from the convenience store. The mouse was stabbed that time. She went to the convenience store many times when she was hospitalized, and then she was together."

"Pretty good, too." Xu Wenbin nodded.

Cashier... It's really good. Jiang He also plays games in front of the computer every day.

"Well, what's good about the cashier... But it's still up to the people. It doesn't matter what they do."

"That's right."

Xu Wenbin gave a smile and could only comfort himself in this way.

Qin maocai is in high spirits. He used to look at Qin Hao, but he didn't expect that everything is going well this year. It's luck.

Little Qingzi and little mouse are both doomed.

After tearing a piece of chicken and drinking a mouthful of wine, Qin maocai asked, "where are xiaoqingzi and them?"

"I've got the license, and I don't know when the wedding will be held. They will discuss it by themselves."

"It's OK. They've been talking about it for several years. They don't have to... What?" Qin Mao just choked.

"Got the license."

"... well, very fast."

Qin maocai swallowed the chicken in his mouth and thought, "little mouse, I think they have to hold on to it."

"How can you compete with them?" Xu Wenbin said with a smile, "just take care of yourself. People have their own ideas about when to get married.

He is a civil servant. He should be careful when he marries. I remember checking the files. "

"Do you have one?"

"I heard that."

"And that?"

"I heard that!"

They take the wine and drink it dry. Xu Wenbin pushes his glasses and looks at Qin maocai's white hair.

When this guy got married, he also helped to choose a bicycle. Qin Mao was only in his twenties that year. He was very high spirited and fashionable. He went there to attract the eyes of many little girls.

In the twinkling of an eye, he became two old men.

……

"Why do they become butterflies and can't live through the winter? If we become bastards, we can live another thousand years."

"Change yourself, don't take me with you."

Xu Qing is not interested in becoming a king of eight, but it seems that people have heard that in the Tang Dynasty, the king of eight was not a curse, but a kind of worship. Many people's names had the character of tortoise, such as Li guinian, Wang GUI, Lu guimeng, etc

According to the records of the new Tang Dynasty, Wu Zetian stipulated that officials with five or more items should wear a small turtle shaped bag called "turtle bag", which was decorated with gold, silver and copper.

Xu Qing thinks about when the bastard turned into a curse. Jiang He holds a pillow and looks at Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. He is very sad about the couple who choose to become butterflies. Why can't he want to become butterflies.

Change two dogs can live for a long time... Of course, it's better to change people.

After watching the play, Jiang He was still feeling sorry for the butterfly. He looked up at the roof and waited for a while. He pulled his leg from Xu Qinghuai and went back to his computer. He opened the document and wrote his own feeling. He put a bowl of water in the Tucao, and could not make complaints about the disguise of a man as well as a butterfly.

Before you know it, Jiang He has brushed all these popular stories about Liang Shanbo, who is almost common sense, but her point of view is often an eye opener for Xu Qing.

For example, when I read the journey to the west, I always expect that Tang monk will be eaten by a monster, and then Monkey Sun will fly to the West alone to learn the Scriptures

"Here you are."

Xu Qing took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to Jiang He.

"What?"

"The ring."

"How much did it cost?"

"Don't be so vulgar, ok... Don't move." Xu Qing see her hand, hand quick to buckle the box, "this is a process, to have a sense of ceremony."

“……”

"Will you marry me?"

"So much nonsense!"

Xu Qing's ring is snatched by Jiang He. It's golden. She takes it between her fingers and looks at it carefully. Then she pinches it and it bends.

"Gold?"

"Although it's gold, it's also new. Don't take our engagement ring so seriously, ok..." Xu Qing's chest was stuffy. Fortunately, Jiang He didn't bite it twice.

"This is good, this is good."

Jiang He was satisfied. He pinched the ring and put it on his finger. The gold was more valuable than that diamond ring.

"I've just proposed. You agreed."

Xu Qing watched her put on the ring, but she didn't worry about it any more. Anyway

Even if you buy a big diamond ring and kneel down, it's just like that. Jiang He doesn't really beat him like he threatened, but heartache is bound to hurt. It's possible to spend so much money on a stone and talk about him for several years.

Her need is gold, gold, or gold. Except for gold, everything else is slag.

Jiang He looks at him like a fool when he hears that he has got all the certificates. Now he comes to propose.

It's true that modern people's brains don't work well.

"It's a sense of ritual... Forget it."

Xu Qing gave up explaining to her that there was something wrong with the brain circuit in ancient times, which could not be treated with common sense.

"It's not that I lied to you. It's what you want. Don't say that you don't even have a diamond ring to get married."

"How do you know?" Jiang He was surprised.

"What do you know?" Xu Qingdun forced.

"Nothing..."

Jiang He turned his eyes and touched the gold ring on his finger. He shook his head and didn't talk to him.

The wedding is being prepared in an orderly way. No diamond lasts forever, but Jiang He has never become a king. When she gets married, Xu Qing plans to be Chinese, and there is no ring exchange set. Jiang He, the little old lady, doesn't like that, and she doesn't feel happy with a gold bracelet.

I always feel that something is wrong

But at the thought of Jiang He's approval, everything is reasonable again.

Nvxia just wants a home. Weddings are not necessary.

Of course, it should be done.

After getting the house in July, Xu Qing's decoration plan was also completed. He took a look at it and started to implement it.

The house is in Xicheng District. It's a brand-new unit building. The elevator goes up to the 12th floor. It has two rooms and one living room. It's three rooms with a study. The entrance is a dining room. In Xu Qing's idea, there is a fixed table with water bottles and tea cups on the lower floor. When eating, you can directly use the table as the dining table.

There is a big sofa in the middle of the living room, and two computers are placed by the window of the balcony. At first, I felt that it was not forced to put two computers. But when I think about it carefully, both of them can't do without computers now. It's a necessity. We can't put one computer in the bedroom.

Xu Qing takes Jiang He to talk in the blank room. Jiang He can't form a picture in his head, so he can only wait for the decoration.

"You'll love it!"

Xu Qing is full of confidence.

"I like your bed here." Jiang He pointed to the living room.

Xu Qing is still thinking about whether she is suggesting something. Jiang He has gone to the terrace, looked around and took a deep breath.

This is their future home.

It's much better than where I live now.

"This is our family?"

"Yes, we did. After that, put a weapon rack over there, and this is your training ground. "

"I think it's better to have a variety of flowers."

Jiang He found that he didn't like sword dancing any more.

"All of them." Xu Qing smiles.

In July of midsummer, the sun is burning the earth. On the top of the building, two people wipe the sweat on their heads and smile at each other.

"Have you ever thought about today when you used to treat coke as highly toxic?"

"Did you ever think about it when I pointed my sword at you?" Jiang He asked.

In the early autumn of that year, she pointed at this guy with a sword. How could she think of two people watching the new house together.

"I do."

“……”

"The only fly in the ointment is that it's cold in winter and hot in summer."

"It doesn't matter. There's air conditioning and fans." Jiang He said, "I'm not afraid of heat either."

"Would you like to have some activity?"

"Here it is?"

"To the house?" Xu Qing proposed.

"Come here." Jiang He bit his lip.

"I'll come... Ah!"

On this broad terrace, Jiang He did what Xu Qing wanted to do. He had a good activity and cleaned up Xu Qing's meal.

It's just different from Xu Qing's activities.

……

Sitting at the taxi home, Xu Qing rubs his arm and complains about Jiang He, taking his present force too high.

"Only through competition can you improve quickly." Jiang He said seriously.

"You just do it through competition!" Xu Qing continues to complain that Jiang He's bad at learning.

"Don't talk about it, young man. I've seen people who don't wear hats and make their girlfriends want to deal with him." The taxi's happy reply.

"That's pathetic." Jiang He felt very sympathetic.

“……”

Xu Qing pondered for a while, "the one you said should also be me."

“？？”

The taxi brother looked in the rearview mirror. "I don't know how to look so familiar."

“……”

“……”

"Jiangcheng is so small, ha ha, ha ha." The taxi laughed twice and was silent.

Young people can play.

Back home, looking at the familiar room layout, Jiang He couldn't bear to live here again. It's like a home to live here all the time.

She would play games on the computer. Xu Qing would sit on the sofa, brush dramas with her notebook, or move the chair in the middle of the living room to practice boxing, or sit next to her and touch her legs

"When will it be finished over there?"

"About three or four months. It will take three months to ventilate after decoration. It's good to move in at the end of the year."

"Oh... That's good. I can still live here this year."

"Very anxious?"

"No

Jiang He takes a look at him. If he wants to get married, he will have to wait until next year. Xu Qing will die.

In the afternoon, Gong Ping came over to learn how to make meatballs with her. The two families were very close to each other. After getting a little familiar with Xu Qing, Gong Ping often came to visit her.

Two women are rubbing balls in the kitchen. Gong Ping will take them back to cook by herself. Jiang He holds his sleeve and makes Gong Ping envious of his dexterity.

Put the mobile phone aside, playing is young Zhang Sanfeng, while doing while watching, Gong Ping did not like this kind of drama, followed by watching for a while, surprised that she could watch it.

"Is this guy a good guy or a bad guy?"

"I don't know."

"It feels like he's going to die."

"All the people in here will probably die." Jiang He is familiar with the routine of this kind of play.

"The protagonist will not die."

"In addition to the protagonist, those people will die to save the protagonist, as well as this woman. After her death, Zhang Sanfeng will suddenly become a peerless master."

"... seems to make a little sense." Gong Ping can't refute. She says the play is OK. She feels that it's not OK. She can make several plays with it.

Today, Gong Ping is wearing a gauze skirt with short sleeves and light color. She has a net red temperament. Sitting in front of guzheng and taking a small video will surely be forwarded by some LSPs in various groups.

Make complaints about the rice meat dumplings.

"You just wait to eat?" Cried Gong Ping.

"What else?" Xu Qingli's natural way.

"Help."

"To marry her back is to cook for me, help? You're kidding. "

Xu Qing left with disdain.

“……”

I'm so bold.

Gong Ping is stunned and looks at Jiang He. Jiang He actually agrees.

"His arm is not comfortable. It's not convenient for him to do things." Jiang He felt that he had to find a reason to explain, otherwise Xu Qing would be as lazy as he was.

"That's all you can think of."

"No, it's true."

Jiang He shook his head and said, she thought Xu Qing's hand holding fist had been practiced for so long, and she could stop her several moves. Unexpectedly, a capture would take him down.

I'll have to give him a good press in the evening, huh?

Jiang He's face moved. At this time, he thought, according to Xu Qing's urination, would he deliberately pretend to be twisted by himself, so as to avoid washing the dishes, and then ask her to give a comfortable massage by the way?

"People who practice martial arts will twist their arms, so you will believe it." Gong Ping whispers that in her eyes, Xu Qing is the fanatical kung fu fan who practices piling every day, and Jiang He is the weak neighbor who keeps eating sweet potato as a snack.

Waste, waste, such a good Jianghe is wasted by Xu Qing.

"I don't think it's that easy for him to twist." Jiang He has some doubts, Xu Qing holding a notebook, legs up on the sofa leisurely look, which is so serious?

Aware of Jiang He's eyes, Xu Qing's face changed for a second. He kneaded his arm and leaned to the side of the sofa to avoid the sight from the kitchen.

"He didn't really twist it." Jiang He decided.

This guy is so bad. He must be pretending.

Thanks to her guilt for a long time, she prepared to give him a massage at night.

night.

The meatballs are fragrant and Xu Qing's mouth is full of oil. He put down the bowl and began to rub his arms.

Jiang He received the bowl to the kitchen, went out for a walk, and secretly poked his finger at Xu Qing when he was painting.

Xu Qing turned around and was stunned, and then, alas.

"Xu Qing!"

"I'm seriously injured... Don't make trouble. I'm going to wash the dishes!"

Xu qingsou stood up and ran into the kitchen. Jiang He had never seen anyone hurt so quickly.

Open the live room, she is still angry, waiting for Xu Qing to come out and glare at him.

"Look, you have a big name on the list!" Xu Qing changed the subject.

Live room list one is not Wang Zijun's big dog at last. That guy has been honest since he got married.