It wasn't until Qingyueyan left that I asked, "Don't you plan me to go this time?" ”

Jun Yuan explained: "The place that Qingyueyan said is indeed not peaceful, you still stay in the city safely, and I am also at ease." ”

seemed to care about my words, but my heart was even more twisted when I listened, so before I could think about it, I rushed out and said, "Will you like Qingyueyan?" Let her be your girlfriend? ”

"What are you talking about, she's not Qingning, I can tell ...... clearly" Jun Yuan rubbed my head.

"Then what you mean is that if she were Qingning, you would let her be your girlfriend?" I asked again.

"Xiao Ning, when did you like to drill words, Qing Ning has been dead for many years, and it has nothing to do with Qingyue Yan's half a dime, my purpose is just that jade ......" Jun Yuan solemnly reminded me.

"Okay, my roommate......" I nodded solemnly.

Especially the word roommate, I bit it very hard. What's more, has this thing forgotten that I am her yin daughter-in-law! Roommate fart!

Fools can tell I'm angry.

"Angry? Just because I didn't let you go? Jun Yuan was in a hurry.

I had already fished out my clothes and went out, but when I walked to the door, I remembered that the weather forecast said that the weather would change today, and when I stopped on the street, it was really cold and shivering.

Then the shoulders warmed.

When I turned around, I saw Jun Yuan holding his clothes, chasing him out, and draping them over me.

"It's getting cold today, I forgot to remind you, it's really stupid to say a word......" Jun Yuan glanced at me with disgust.

He was always like this, being nice to me and giving me a look on his face, but this seemed to be his style, sometimes cold, sometimes hippie and smiling.

"Go back quickly, it's cold, you're going to wear a thread coat......" she chased him.

Jun Yuan looked at me strangely: "You know, I'm not afraid of the cold, you haven't told me yet, where are you going?" ”

"It's a rare weekend today, am I going to guard you old ghost at home? I go to meet friends, and by the way, I am also chic, and when I go to the house, my life is about to be derailed...... "I deliberately went against him.

"Come back early, stay safe, and look both sides when crossing the street."

"Long-winded."

In this city, I have a few good friends who are close to my heart, not Song Qian's dead girl, look at how her life is, by the way, laugh at her sloppy, sloppy.

But to my surprise.

As soon as you enter, the two-bedroom house is well organized and spotless.

"Am I on the wrong track?"

"That's right, Sissi's boyfriend came here in the morning...... Mingyu covered her mouth and snickered.

I said, it must be Song Qian's boyfriend on a whim who wants to deliver a love breakfast, pity our Song Qian beauty, it is estimated that she will get up in the early morning to clean up the house, otherwise it will not expose her true colors.

"Xiao Ning, why are you here?"

"Look at you."

I took off my thick clothes, and saw that Song Qian was holding a wool and a long pair of pliers, she was playing a sweater, yes, I read that right, she was really playing a sweater quietly.

"You don't have a fever, do you? You actually knitted a sweater, you are not the one who does this delicate work, or black, it is not suitable for you, right? I picked it up and looked at it, and even pouted and frowned.

Song Qian glanced at me, "Look clearly, where is this sweater, it's a scarf, this color is very popular this year, men's style, it looks good, the weather is getting colder, don't you knit a love scarf for your boyfriend?" ”

It dawned on me.

"I really haven't seen each other for two days, and I'm getting more and more ashamed and irritable."

I laughed and scolded her, but since there was no activity today, I saw that Song Qianwen was very energetic, so I looked curiously, and found that it was not difficult at all, and it was very simple.

Then I couldn't help but think of what Jun Yuan should look like when he wrapped the scarf I knitted.

"I still have a lot of wool, free of charge, do you knit it?"

"Weaving, weaving, weaving, it's rare that your iron is bleeding heavily, and I have to weave ...... even if my hand is broken," I grinned.

"Virtue."

So all morning, I was immersed in the world of knitting sweaters with Song Qian, and at noon, Jun Yuan made a phone call, saying that lunch would be settled at a friend's place, and I would go back before dark.

Actually, I wanted to knit the scarf in one go and surprise him.