The little bed creaked, and when she was a little alert, she found that even
with her eyes closed, she could feel the dim light, which was already a few
degrees darker. The smell of clear Rin came to my face, dry and refreshing. Lan
Qing held her breath, feeling a slight breath passing by her lips and imprinting
it on her trembling eyelids. She breathed softly, and they breathed together,
and her eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes. Seeing Winschen staring at
her from the distance of a fist, with his back to the light, the ink in his eyes
was thicker, like the sea in the middle of the night, rolling up. The wave of
ink on the edge. When Winschen saw her open her eyes, a triumphant smile flashed
through her eyes. She kissed her on the cheek again and then whispered, "Go to
sleep, girlfriend." Lan Wanqing: ".." - When Wen Sichen sent Lan Wanqing to the
door of Lan's villa, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening. He got
out of the car and went around to the co-driver to help her open the door. After
helping her out of the car, he turned around and looked at the big house behind
him with only a few courtyard lights on. Son,
Silver
Travertine Slabs, some worried eyes looked down at her: "Will not be
afraid?" Lan Wanqing: ".." This is her home. She has lived there since she was a
child. It's not that she hasn't slept with herself. Where is the fear.. She went
to the door and lifted the fingerprint lock cover on the door, printed her index
finger on it, and when she heard the sound of dripping, she pulled the door that
automatically bounced open and looked back. Your own Winslow. Go back and drive
carefully on the way. She waved at him. Late, "Wen Si Chen pulls the blue late
Qing Dynasty that says to want to go in:" Wait a minute. "Hm?" Lan Qing's eyes
moved up from the hand he held in his hand to his face. Winschen's lips moved
twice, and finally he sighed and said in a low voice, "Go to bed early and call
me if you have something to do." Lan Qing looked at him, turned his eyes,
Calacatta
Nano Glass, and nodded cleverly with a "hmm". He nudged her waist. "Go in.
I'll see you go in. I'll come and pick you up tomorrow." "No, the driver will be
on time.." Lan Qing refused subconsciously, and he and she were not on the way.
"I'll be there at eight," Winslow interrupted. "Breakfast." Lan Wanqing: ".." It
seems to be a normal thing for a boyfriend to pick up his girlfriend to work.
Lan Qing nodded, then opened the door and went in. Winslow waited until the
light in the villa came on, then turned to get on the bus, turned his head in
the open space in front of the gate, and finally looked at the lighted house.
Son, just along the way to hide into the night. - The next day, when Lan
Qingqing packed up and went out, it was just a few minutes before eight o'clock.
He came out of the house and went down the steps over the low courtyard. Looking
out of the wall, he saw Winslow already leaning against the car door and waiting
outside. Seeing her come out, Winslow stood up and opened the car door. He
didn't take his eyes off her until she got in the car and sat down. Lan Qingqing
wore a loose blue and white shirt with vertical stripes on her upper body today.
Her black high-waisted pencil pants made her legs straight and slender,
Artificial
Marble Slabs ,
Granite
Slab Supplier, and her clothes were pinned into black. In the high-waisted
trousers, the good proportion of the figure is at a glance, and the feet are
pedaled with a pair of shallow black heels, revealing a small section of the
foot, which looks attractive. I can't. Lan Qing was uncomfortable when he looked
at him and nudged him, "If I don't go, I won't have time to eat." Only then did
Winslow smile and withdraw his sight, close the door, and go around to the
driver's seat to get into the car. As he started the car, he took one look at
Lan Qing and asked in a gentle voice, "Do you want to go to a restaurant?" This
is really a bit of a question to Lan Wanqing. There are not many opportunities
for Lan Qingqing to come out to eat alone. Usually Cui Lan is at home, and she
has prepared breakfast. She always remembers to watch her eat before she is
willing to let her go. The company goes to work, sometimes the work is busy, the
assistant secretary orders takeout at noon, sometimes she eats alone, sometimes
with Ye Fenghua, Cui Lan. Disrelish her always eat outside the food is not
healthy, at home to make lunch for people to send over, blue late Qing Dynasty
disrelish her hard, only allowed to do so occasionally. Vice General Manager Lu
is not here, so the social intercourse naturally falls on her head. In order to
show off the ostentation and extravagance, the places to eat are all big hotels,
and now they must be uncomfortable. Together. She shook her head. "You decide.
I'm not a picky eater." Wen Si Chen answered, along the black asphalt road, out
of the villa area. Dongcheng University, in addition to its reputation in
academia, is also famous for its delicious shops in Dongcheng and even in China.
In the late Qing Dynasty, Lan was studying in other places. She had only heard
but not understood some things about Dongcheng University. She was not
interested in it, nor was she interested in it. Time. But after all, Wen Sichen
has been in this university for four years, driving a car and stopping at a
wonton shop about 100 meters away from the school gate. Doorway. The door of the
shop is not big, and there are only three simple words'Wonton Shop 'on the
woodcut door plaque. The upper right corner of the shop is carved with a red
seal, which is blue. In the late Qing Dynasty, it was clear that the engraving
was a'time-honored brand '. This shop looks like an old shop. The curtain
hanging at the door of the shop is still the kind of bead curtain that was worn
by hand before. Winslow lifted the curtain with one hand and took her in with
the other. "This shop has been there since the founding of Dongcheng University,
and it has been handed down for the third generation." "" He found the only
window seat for Lan Qingqing to sit down. In the shop, he took his own food. Wen
Sichen turned to the window to order. While Winslow was ordering, Lan Qingqing
looked around. The shop outside was not big, but the space inside was quite big,
square and deep. There are about a dozen colored wooden tables, which are placed
neatly. Perhaps because it is still in the summer vacation, there are not many
people in the shop, but there are also a lot of people, plus about ten people at
their table. About five or six minutes later, Winslow came over with two wontons
and a side dish. He took a bowl from the tray and put it in front of Lan Qing,
White
Marble Slabs, then handed her chopsticks and spoons before sitting down
opposite her. Do you often come to eat? She pinched a little coriander from the
small dish into the bowl, a few green drifted away in the soup, and Lan Qing
scooped a spoonful of soup into her mouth. Li.
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