I Love You Every Time You Play

The awkward scene at the end of the movie made Jiang Youshu Wuyan suggest not to go shopping anymore, so the two bid farewell at the entrance of the theater. Seeing Yan Anzhen walking upright and walking towards the place where he put his bicycle, Jiang Youshu sighed sadly in the dark.

On the way home, Jiang Youshu has been paying attention to WeChat, and he can't tell what he is expecting.

It's very embarrassing.

Although she knows that Yan Anzhen likes women, things like sexual orientation are personal privacy after all. Moreover, although today's society is much more tolerant than before, there are still many people who cannot accept homosexuality.

The last time Fang Lian made such a fuss, Yan Anzhen also knew her sexual orientation, but on the other hand, "Jiang Jiang" did not know Yan Anzhen's sexual orientation. Would a "wife" make her feel offended? It should be all right, Jiang Youshu comforted herself, Yan Anzhen would not take this kind of thing to heart, after all, she didn't mean it, half of it was talking in sleep.

However, until Jiang Youshu went home, washed well, put on the mask, and played on the phone for a long time, there was no new message from her on WeChat.

Although Yan Anzhen is not a chatty person, she just feels that this silence is subtle.

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Jiang Youshu was lying on the bed, thinking for a moment, he still clicked on Yan Anzhen's chat interface, first changed his nickname to "A Zhen", and then typed: How do you feel about the movie tonight? Should Professor Beauty write a five-hundred-character review?

With some jokes.

After half an hour, Yan Anzhen returned the news.

A rough scan has about four or five hundred words. From the plot, to the service of the Tao, to the acting, one by one expressed their thoughts, and commented on the movie with a very objective and correct attitude, and finally added One sentence: The above is only a personal opinion.

After reading it seriously, Jiang Youshu chuckled. The original entanglement disappeared in this small review. She replied refreshingly: I just have a review, the theater chair is quite comfortable. Give a five-star praise.

Next, Yan Anzhen sent a smiling face over.

Yes, it is the first "smile" emoticon in the list of WeChat emoticons.

The drooping pupils without a smile, and the arc with no soul rising, instantly gave her the illusion of chatting with middle-aged and elderly people in her 50s and 60s. Ah Zhen... shouldn't mean anything else, isn't she mocking her, right? !

Jiang Youshu: Do you not often surf the Internet?

Yan Anzhen: No, I often go online.

Jiang Youshu: What are you looking at?

Yan Anzhen: Financial news, social news, journals and magazines in the field of biochemistry, various film reviews and opinions, etc.

No wonder it. Jiang Youshu thought, the quality of this Internet connection is quite high. If someone else said that, she would still have a slight doubt whether the other person was pretending to be coercive, but if Yan Anzhen said it, there was absolutely no water at all, just as true as hers.

So Jiang Youshu patiently told her about the real meaning behind the smile expression, Yan Anzhen said that she had learned, and then carried forward the spirit of learning, and asked her which smile is in the true sense.

Well, contemporary young people are too hard pressed, causing every smiley emoticon to have extended meanings. Jiang Youshu originally wanted to send her a few cute smiley emoticons, but she soon remembered the three hundred pictures of Sao and Huang in Jiang Jiang’s phone. They must not be sent to Yan Anzhen, so she had to find them first. Some, one by one.

Yan Anzhen heard a series of notification tones and clicked on the WeChat on the computer. Seven or eight super cute emojis popped up. Some of them were baby fat kids laughing happily, and some cute dogs. The cat wiggled its tail mischievously, looking as if smiling.

She looked at it for a while, moved the cursor to the emoticon package, and clicked to add one by one.

In the "Added Single Emoticon" column, the number of emoticons ranges from 0 to 8.

Just adding it, the next second Jiang Youshu sent another emoticon package, but this time it was not a cute picture, but a sorrowful picture, still moving. The two women on the picture, the bottom line with words: Baby, you are so enthusiastic~

Yan Anzhen: "..."

Jiang Youshu: "!!!"

I accidentally slipped my hand!

A Zhen shouldn't see it yet, she absolutely can't see it!

She immediately pressed the emoji for a long time, and moved her fingertips quickly and swiftly to the "retract" above. The evidence of the crime quickly disappeared, leaving only a small line: You withdrew a message.

There was another three minutes of silence.

Jiang Youshu buried his head in the pillow, trying to suffocate himself to death.

She is also the person who sits in the position of director. She is vigorous and vigorous at work. She pushes cups on the wine table. She has a variety of styles in private. How can she be deeper than those young students in the university. How did she meet Mr. Yan Anzhen? Stupid thing!

She had to wonder if the hammer in her dream caused herself to be stupid.

The WeChat prompt sounded.

Jiang Youshu picked up the phone and looked at it nervously.

Yan Anzhen: Don't spread obscenity, pornography, and affection. It will not affect you well.

Jiang Youshu closed his eyes and thought, how could the world not be destroyed.

Yan Anzhen on the other side looked at the cute emoji that Jiang Youshu had sent over, her lips curled up, and she quickly put it down again. The slight smile was like a thin layer of wind blowing across the lake. Ripples returned to calm and indifferent in an instant.

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Jiang Youyu arranged for Jiang Youshu to start an internship in the product department next Monday. On the weekend, she was called out by Ning Hao to go shopping in the mall. She thought that most of Jiang Jiang's wardrobe was not in the style she liked, and occasionally a few of them could be taken out to wear to work, so it seemed that she really needed to buy some clothes again.

In the shopping mall, Ninghao took her wrist, and this time she put on her coat obediently and stopped abusing her body. He tilted his head and asked, "Why did you suddenly want to go to work? It was forced by your old man again. of?"

Jiang Youshu glanced across the clothing store and replied, "No, I want to go by myself. I can't stay so drunk and addicted."

"Jiang Jiang, listen to what you said." Ning Hao shook his head and said jokingly.

Jiang Youshu smiled slightly: "Don't say it as if you are on the side with them. They want to hate the rich. The first person to scold you is you, you are a wicked capitalist."

She would rather shake her head to show that the old lady is fearless and let them scold her. The harder she scolded, the happier she would be.

Beautiful people always have to withstand the wind and rain, and the dying delicate flowers are even more pitiful.

The two walked into a brand store. The clothes inside were all newly arrived autumn and winter models. They were classified according to the color system. At a glance, they felt that each color was unique. Blue is gentle and intellectual, purple is noble and elegant, and yellow is bright and warm. Black and white atmosphere is neutral. The design is also more mature, you can just find a piece on your body and go to work.

"I think this Sao Zi is quite suitable for you." Ning Hao took out a dress and gestured towards her.

"Purple is purple, don't add adjectives to others, I'm going to work." Jiang Youshu glanced at the clothes in her hand, felt that it was not suitable, and turned to the other side.

Jiang Youshu picked a white shirt with a retro style and dark skinny jeans, and carried it into the fitting room. The clerk outside greeted the new customers again. First they praised the girls for their good looks and taste, and they praised the boys for being generous and not stingy. They praised the little couple laughing and laughing.

After a while, there was some movement in the fitting room next door. It was probably the little girl who had just come in to try on the clothes.

When Jiang Youshu was about to open the curtains, he heard Ning Hao's voice with a gushing anger outside:

"Where do your **** eyes look? Why don't your eyes turn so much as if they were dug out as tops?"