Romantic two people

"What is this for?" Chen Zhuan didn't understand.

Chi Wei explained in a small window: "Married couples group. People have circles. Married, unmarried, and having children are three types of people who only play with themselves. Now that we are married, we have to build a circle."

"What should we do then?" Sheng Yiqing was also confused, and quickly sent a private message to Qu Fanyi, "Do we also need to make a PDF?"

"No, no. You just come to participate, we can prepare the specific things. These are the high-quality connections carefully selected by Chi Wei and I. We need to develop them vigorously in the future. They are very good!"

Family after marriage seems to have a new meaning. The two people who were originally independent are tied together, like a three-legged race, working together, cooperating with each other, and heading for a common future.

Sheng Yiqing is a little uncomfortable with the atmosphere that is unique to the family. Before this, she never felt how good it was to get married, and asked Chen Zhuan: "Do you think we should still participate?"

They are about to get divorced.

"Let's go." Chen Zhuan said indifferently, "We are still husband and wife."

Sheng Yiqing found it funny: "We are a fake couple, and we are mixed with real couples. Is it normal?"

Chen Zhuan did not answer.

And when Sheng Yiqing was about to go to work the next morning, Chen Zhuan called her again, still indifferent and casual tone.

It was only until now that Sheng Yiqing was sure that Chen Zhuan liked to pretend to be indifferent when encountering serious things. She stopped at the entrance and waited for him to continue.

"Shall we play a game?"

Sheng Yiqing raised her eyebrows, "Hmm?"

"It's not a big deal. Just in the ten days before August 25, we pretend to be a real couple, like Chi Wei and Qu Fanyi, you move to my house, we live together under the same roof, cook together, sleep together. If this game can last for ten days, then we won't divorce. If it can last longer... do you, do you want to think about our previous relationship again?"

He still didn't want to divorce.

Sheng Yiqing was stunned, "Are you serious?"

She looked around Chen Zhuan's house, which was a light and minimalist style. These days, relying on the fact that the two of them lived close to each other and she was busy with work, she would just come here to sleep at most. But if she really asked her to move all the daily necessities here, eat and cook together, and fill the living room with plush toys and women's things, this man would probably go crazy.

"Are you sure you want me to move in?" She repeated it again. "Hmm." He tilted his head and said nonchalantly, "It's better than letting you marry someone else."

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"Remember to let him pay for the moving expenses."

Qiu Zining made the final decision and offered a good idea: "Let's live together. Since he proposed this, once you live together, just be yourself and let him tolerate you."

"We are going to live together, shouldn't we tolerate each other?" Sheng Yiqing was puzzled.

Qiu Zining's blogging career is getting wider and wider. With the advantage of her "acquired" appearance, she has entered the short video field with the support of the platform. When she encountered the time when live broadcasting to buy clothes was in full swing, the living room was soon filled with three boxes of clothes sent by partners. She excitedly called Sheng Yiqing to her home to help her unpack the clothes.

"No, no, no, men and women live under the same roof, and there is no room for two tigers in one mountain. Guess what the relationship is?"

"Run-in?" Sheng Yiqing guessed the knowledge point with difficulty.

"It's also called wrestling. It's about winning or losing. There are a lot of trivial things in cohabitation, who washes the dishes, who mops the floor, who decides what to eat, what programs to choose... These are all wrestling. Take brushing the toilet for example, who do you think should brush it?"

"Dirty and tiring work, shouldn't men do it?"

"Wrong! Housework has never been divided by gender, but the person who can't stand the dirt first does it. And once that person starts doing it, the moment he picks up the toilet brush, he is completely branded as a house slave - this job will always fall on this poor person. Similarly, washing dishes, mopping the floor, washing clothes... It's the same. In a real marriage, once a clean and diligent woman enters a marriage, she basically automatically becomes a house slave and is completely eaten up."

Sheng Yiqing shrank his neck and inexplicably thought of Qu Fanyi. She was sitting on the empty and messy lazy sofa in Qiu Zining's house, pointing to the high-end residential building not far from the window and said to her, "Speaking of which, Qu Fanyi lives not far from you, you can get to know her if you have a chance."

Qiu Zining shook her head quickly: "No, no, I already felt it was exaggerated enough that time when I went clubbing. I am not good at dealing with women who are married properly."

Sheng Yiqing quickly persuaded: "Don't think so, she is not the kind of girl who only knows how to devote herself to the family. She has her own calculations. Her ideal is to live in a mansion, not work, and serve her husband alone in this life. The two of them build a special and perfect small family together. She has a career plan."

"Being a full-time wife is not called a profession. The official industry categories do not include full-time wives." Qiu Zining sneered.

Seeing Sheng Yiqing didn't say anything, Qiu Zining waved her hand and said, "That's enough. Aren't you going to go outing in the suburbs of Beijing with other wives? I tell you, I have the most experience in this matter! I followed a few home bloggers a while ago. They just took pictures of their picnics. I tell you, the bright French dresses are the best." As she spoke, she rummaged through the box and took out several bright purple, goose yellow, dark green, burgundy red, Klein blue skirts and tops and gestured to Sheng Yiqing: "You have to go for the retro route, I tell you. Under the natural scenery, the pictures taken are the best. Then you can buy a woven bag, or a basket or something, perfect!" Sheng Yiqing was stunned, "Why dress so beautifully?" "You must look good! You are now the representative of our independent women." Qiu Zining was very serious. Sheng Yiqing looked confused. "What kind of people are coming out together? Traditional newlywed families! And some full-time wives, I guess, are all yellow-faced women who don't know how to dress up, working hard for their husbands and children every day. And you! An excellent independent woman, even if you are married, you are still successful in your career, stay beautiful and light, and enjoy a happy single life, you know? You are their role model! So, put some pressure on them, what is this called, peer presure of wives! You prepare well, don't embarrass me."

"...Okay."

The two of them spent half a day unpacking the express boxes, and finally unpacked the newly arrived clothes. A thick stack filled the sofa, colorful and beautiful. Sheng Yiqing felt like she was in a garment factory for a moment.

However, in her opinion, Qiu Zining's home is indeed no different from a factory:

Qiu Zining's house was bought at the beginning of the year, a half-new hotel-style apartment, a one-bedroom and one-living room with uniform decoration, suitable for moving in with a bag. However, Qiu Zining has only lived there for nearly half a year, and the house is already as messy as a doghouse. The sofa in the living room is full of clothes and books. There are still a few takeaway boxes on the coffee table. The place where the TV should have been placed is piled up with a small mountain of unopened express boxes, the earliest of which can be traced back to half a year ago. According to her, some of them are souvenirs sent by various brand companies, and the other part is her crazy squandering when she is under great pressure.

There are more than a dozen empty red wine bottles on the windowsill, which are filled with various dried and fresh flowers. There are also two pots of mint and rosemary, which are probably dying because they forgot to water them.

Going into the living room is the bedroom, which is half occupied by the bed. There is a yoga mat under the bed. The chair in front of the dressing table has been taken away and replaced by a mini treadmill. Qiu Zining solemnly introduced it: "You can walk fast on the treadmill while putting on makeup, which is both fitness and beauty."

But now, the treadmill has been bought for three months, and the two armrests are already full of her pajamas. Later, she seemed to dislike the armrests being too short, and added a pole to the treadmill, making it a clothes hanger.

"Really..." Sheng Yiqing looked around and sighed sincerely: "What you lack most now is not a man, but a nanny."

Qiu Zining's house is messy, but it has its advantages, because you don't have to worry about making it messier. Wherever you put the garbage, it will become a trash can. At this moment, the two of them threw their clothes on the bed and sank into her sofa, each with a glass of wine, wrapped in messy books, pillows and blankets.

Qiu Zining collapsed into the garbage, complaining: "You know it's so hard to find a nanny? I've interviewed several people recently, either the time is not right, or they ask a lot of questions on the first day. One person's tone of voice is very similar to my ex-boyfriend's mother, and another one is even worse. After sweeping for a while, she said that my house has too many things and the room is small, not as good as the villa she built in Shunyi... I'm so angry." Sheng Yiqing remembered something, "Hey, I saw a piece of gossip on the Internet last time, saying that a female executive kept a male college student, who can not only do housework but also cook, and only 3,000 yuan a month, hiss... Last time you The one in the phone is called Chen... uh... Chen something? How is it?"

"Oh. Don't mention it." She got angry when she mentioned Chen Ziang, and waved her hand, "We chatted enthusiastically online, but he refused to meet. I guess he is a liar, forget it."

"Maybe he is shy..."

Speaking of the devil, Qiu Zining shook her phone: "Look, the little boy sent me a message again. T said that classmates came to Sanlitun tonight for a drink."

"That's a coincidence, he is nearby, let's meet?" It was time for dinner, Sheng Yiqing got up and went home, planning to have dinner with Chen Zhuan, holding a set of gorgeous battle robes given by Qiu Zining in her arms.

Qiu Zining stood up and walked her to the door, complaining: "It's impossible to meet. There is no photo in his circle of friends, and the avatar is probably an online picture."

Sheng Yiqing blinked, "Give me your phone."

Qiu Zining handed it over, and the woman immediately made a video call. Qiu Zining screamed, but did not stop it. She stood by the door with her arms crossed and watched the show. She didn't believe Chen Ziang would dare to answer.

Sure enough, after a few beeps, the other party rejected the call.

Chen Ziang sent a message: "I... I'm with my classmates."

As if he was guilty, he paused for a few seconds and replied: "Do you want to see me?"

"See?" Qiu Zining took back the phone.

"Sure enough, it's boring. Let's chat and delete it." Sheng Yiqing pushed open the door and waved to Qiu Zining, "Let's go, bye."

Looking out of the window of Guangde International Apartment, you can vaguely see the faint sign of Taikoo Li, and the bright lights and feasting in Sanlitun at night. Qiu Zining opened the screen window, leaned out of the window, and finished a cigarette. There were no clouds in sight, and the high-rise apartment seemed to be immersed in the deep sea.

Qiu Zining closed the window, turned around, took out his mobile phone, and went out to buy wine at nugget alone.

"Ding Lingling", a message slipped out, it was Chen Ziang again.

Qiu Zining clicked it lazily, but at this moment she became interested - the other party asked: "Um, where are you?"

Bold? She raised her eyebrows and sent the address of nugget.

Under the bodhi tree on a summer night, the wind blew from time to time. The old men and women in the alley went to bed early, so the guests at night were also forbidden to make noise. The restaurant owner projected a silent black-and-white Chaplin movie on a low wall in the yard.

Qiu Zining lit half of her second cigarette.

Just when she thought Chen Ziang would not show up, a finger poked her back hesitantly. She turned around and suddenly met a pair of slightly droopy puppy eyes.

She was stunned.

The young boy had a slightly tipsy and honest smile on his face. He was wearing a beige short-sleeved shirt and loose dark green shorts. He was very tall and had a long neck. His hair was spiky. He smelled of alcohol, squinted his eyes, grinned, and called her:

"Hey! Qiu Zining."

The cigarette in his hand was still burning. Qiu Zining didn't move, looking at the drunken, flushed young man in front of him.

Subconsciously, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

As an emotional blogger for so many years, I have heard a lot about relationships between men and women, and they are just the same routines.

The trick to interacting with little boys is simple: listen patiently to their brainless bullshit; affirm them, affirm them, and occasionally deny them; ignore them as much as possible, and give them some honey after ignoring them.

If you want him to love you to death, there is also a secret - wait until the relationship between the two is the warmest, and then stab him in the heart.

Men who want to get married and men who don't want to get married have two completely different modes of getting along. To control a man who wants to get married, you have to be gentle, virtuous, and knit a sweater for him tenderly; while to control a man who doesn't want to get married, you have to be wild, fierce, and tear his favorite sweater into pieces mischievously.

Of course, Qiu Zining is good at the latter now.

Qiu Zining thought so, narrowed his eyes, turned to a look of disgust, and pulled the distance to strangle him with his eyes: "Are you here? I'm going home. You go."

"How can this be?" Chen Ziang was stunned: "Then, then I'll take you."

Qiu Zining hummed and said you take a taxi. Chen Ziang agreed, but just as he took out his phone, Qiu Zining snatched it away again. She entered the address on the taxi app, and then returned the phone to him, teasing him seriously: "The address of a single sister is a secret, and you can't know it." Chen Ziang nodded, obviously drunk, but serious: "I will only protect you if I know it." After the car came, the big boy stood beside her obediently with his hands in his pockets, half hanging his head, carrying a shoulder bag across his body, emitting hot air mixed with the smell of alcohol on the summer night, like a doll that had just been fished out of a wine barrel and dried. Qiu Zining glanced at him sideways, pulled his sleeve into the car, folded his long legs into the narrow seat in the back row, and asked him: "How tall are you?" "855." Qiu Zining hummed, pointed at his hand and said, "No wonder your hands are big too." He obediently stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and asked her: "Is it big? Let's compare." His eyes sparkled in the night road. Qiu Zining's hand was halfway extended but escaped. Instead, she gently pulled his hair, smiled slyly, and whispered in his ear: "I don't want to compete."

The fragrant wind was sent into his ears. It warmed his breath.

The atmosphere in the car was already very ambiguous. She half-turned her body, with her elbows on the back of the seat. In this posture, any man who knows a little bit would know how to pick her up and press her on his knees to kiss her hard. But Chen Ziang seemed to be really drunk. His eyes stupidly followed her hand and rubbed the hair she had pulled. After thinking of something, he blurted out:

"... Let me tell you, my ex-girlfriend also liked to pull my hair when she was drunk."

"Huh?" She was startled.

The atmosphere was punctured like a balloon.

Chen Ziang nodded, not noticing anything strange, with a beautiful smile, and then muttered: "We used to drink and eat barbecue together, and then go to the Internet cafe to play games. When she lost the game, she pulled my hair and scolded me for not saving her... I also wanted to save her, but she was too weak, so what could I do... So, girls are really troublesome..."

The more men plot ill, the more they expect girls to be simple. But women plotting ill are the opposite. No matter how attractive the other person's body is, as long as they realize that there is still a primary school student living in his head, the charming heart will disappear.

At this moment, Qiu Zining's head has been completely sober. Alcohol stripped away the desire and gave her reflection:

Find someone

Isn't it good to be an experienced driver? Why do you have evil thoughts about children?

When she was young, she wanted to hear men talk about ancient Greece and Schopenhauer, and compare their style, taste and wallet. Now she only cares about whether they are hard and capable. This is the degeneration of literary young women.

Openly hooking up is like opening a blind box, and the chance of failure is far greater than the surprise. As she gets older, men with good comprehensive scores have long been locked. Those who still have the energy to chat with her are mostly defective products - of course, she herself is not much better. There are too many Waterloo times, so she shifted her target to her younger brother...

At this moment, her younger brother was drunk, but he didn't commit the stupid things that adults love to commit. The low voice nagging a bunch of school days made a bastard like Qiu Zining couldn't help but reflect on his own filth.

She decided to give up. With a long breath, Qiu Zining moved away from Chen Ziang, took out his phone from his pocket, crossed his legs, and started to browse his Moments.

Chen Ziang was drunk at the moment, and he told her all his elementary school-like emotional troubles. He turned his eyes from the car window to Qiu Zining's cheek, rubbed his temple, and muttered, "I'm dizzy."

Qiu Zining had no other thoughts, and after hearing what he said, she said compassionately, "Come here, I'll rub it for you."

Just treat it as a contribution of maternal love.

Chen Ziang smiled with his mouth curved, and really put the weight of his head on her shoulder: "Sister, you are so nice."

Qiu Zining's fingers rubbed his temples lightly, and sneered: "Don't call me sister. These days, if I hear you call me sister again, I will think that young men want to take advantage of me."

The lights outside the car window flickered, Chen Ziang said, "How dare I take advantage of you."

Qiu Zining let go and pushed his head away.

The boy suddenly asked: "What color lipstick do you wear?"

"Why are you asking this?" Qiu Zining was stunned, and recalled: "I forgot, it seems to be TF's milk tea color? And matched with a domestic brand of lip gloss?"

Chen Ziang turned his head, put his chin on her shoulder, stared at her, and said in a low voice: "Your mouth, under the light, looks like jelly."

A slight smell of alcohol.

Qiu Zining smiled: "Does it look good?"

"Hmm." His voice became lower. Suddenly, he sat up straight while holding her hand that was rubbing her temple, and tilted his head to look out the window.

Qiu Zining couldn't tell what he meant by holding her hand. From her perspective, she could see that his face was very red, and she didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or the emotions. He even opened the car window, and the cool breeze of the summer night blew on his face. After blowing for a while, Chen Ziang closed the car window again.

Isolated from the noise, the car became quiet again.

Finally, he turned his face to look at Qiu Zining, his cheeks were still hot, and his breathing became hot. This time he didn't call her sister.

He held her face, staring at her lips with dark eyes, and said softly in a hoarse voice with a smell of alcohol:

"Qiu Zining, I want to eat jelly."