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"It's ready." The waitress said in the hot pot restaurant.

After the photo was taken, she spoke in a very soft voice, as if she was afraid that people at other tables would hear her: "Handsome guy, beautiful girl, you two are the most photogenic guests I have ever photographed today."

"Here are the photos." She handed the photos over.

"Thank you." Cheng Zhu took it.

The photos taken by Polaroid cameras will not appear immediately. Many people will choose to shake the photos with their hands a few times, as if this will make them appear faster.

Cheng Zhu has always felt that this is the most interesting part of taking photos with Polaroids.

Slowly watch the picture emerge bit by bit on the photo, from part to whole, from blur to clarity.

He was not in a hurry to sit back across from him. The two of them sat on the same bench in the hot pot restaurant, watching the scenes in the photo emerge little by little.

Then, the problem came.

They are not husband and wife, nor are they young lovers living together. They can take a photo back to their shared home.

Now there is only one photo, who should I give it to?

Undoubtedly, Shen Qingning has not thought of this yet.

She was now staring at the photo with great interest, watching the picture emerge bit by bit.

It's obvious that she also finds this process more interesting.

Even looking at the group photo, I felt a little strange emotion spreading in my heart.

It seems that it is not the things in the photos that are emerging and spreading bit by bit, but her inner world.

Cheng Zhu in the photo looks a bit naughty, after all, he was still acting up and mischievously while taking the photo.

Shen Qingning lacks a bit of the coldness of reality.

She looked at Biye's palm that Cheng Zhu placed behind her head, and for some reason, a faint smile appeared on her face.

Cheng Zhu looked at her from the side and said slowly at this moment: "Do you take this photo or do I take it?"

"Huh?" Shen Qingning turned to look at him and realized that there was only one photo.

This hot pot restaurant is really stingy.

She wanted this photo very much.

At this moment, she didn't think deeply about it. If there was an extra photo with a boy in her home, she might have to find a place to hide it and not leave it out blatantly.

"Forget it, I'll leave it to you." Cheng Zhu said directly.

If that's the case, then it's just on the passing line, and it just gives this girl another photo with herself in her home.

How could Cheng Zhu be satisfied with just this?

Therefore, he definitely needs to do something to dry up the ambiguous atmosphere.

When Shen Qingning was about to put the photo away and put it in his bag, he suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"

The cold girl was slightly stunned, not knowing what he was going to do.

He picked up his phone, quickly turned on the camera function, and then took a photo of the photo she was holding in her hand, as well as her left hand holding the photo.

After doing this, he Shi Shiran stood up and sat back opposite Shen Qingning.

After finishing the hot pot meal, Cheng Zhu smelled his clothes after paying the bill and muttered: "Tsk, it smells like hot pot."

When Shen Qingning heard this, she also raised her arm and smelled her clothes slightly.

"You and your aunt should have arrived in the same car this afternoon," he said to Shen Qingning.

"Yeah." She nodded.

This means that she now has no car, and the car was driven away by Wang Yushan.

"Auntie said she was coming to pick me up, but she didn't go home either. She was busy with something nearby," Shen Qingning said.

"That's okay."

"And you?"

"Me? I came here on my little electric donkey." Cheng Zhu smiled.

This reminded Shen Qingning of that night when the evening breeze blew.

After the two separated, Shen Qingning got into Wang Yushan's car.

"Have you eaten hot pot?" Wang Yushan asked Shen Qingning.

"Well, I have a smell all over my body." Shen Qingning replied.

"Then go back and wash your hair and take a shower."

"Um."

As a stepmother, although she usually got along with Shen Qingning as friends, she did not talk or ask too much, nor did she mention Cheng Zhu specifically.

Wang Yushan always felt that Ning Ning was a very independent person.

She should be able to handle her own emotional life clearly.

If she wants to talk to him about something, then she must be willing to listen and talk.

But if the other party didn't have this intention, she wouldn't ask more questions.

Of course, she was actually very curious.

After the white Porsche Cayenne drove to the parking space at home, the young mother and daughter went back to their rooms.

Shen Qingning walked into her bedroom and put the bag in her hand on her side of the bag wall.

Her cloakroom is very spacious, with more than twenty grids on one wall, all of which are used to store bags.

But before that, she immediately took out the Polaroid photo.

The cold girl looked down at the photo, looking at Cheng Zhu's funny hand behind her. For some reason, she walked to the full-length mirror in the cloakroom, imitated his movements, and made a gesture on her head.

"Silly." She complained softly, but there was a slight smile on her face.

But for a moment, she was a little confused and didn't know where to put the photos.

She tore off a piece of paper, put the photo in the paper, folded it, and wrapped it up. It was like putting a letter in an envelope.

"Use her as a bookmark," she thought to herself.

Shen Qingning opened the romance novel that she hadn't finished yet, took out the exquisite bookmark inside, and replaced it with this simple bookmark.

She was sitting at the table, looking at her new bookmarks a little distractedly.

"I actually took a photo of the group photo with my mobile phone."

"I don't know what he means."

On the other side, Cheng Zhu rode a small electric donkey home.

After arriving home, he had a casual chat with Liu Jiani and said that he was busy with something.

What a joke, her breasts are so big, she asked me to taste the new designs she designed.

I can't even understand your design.

He had nothing to do and checked his circle of friends.

Then I saw Chen Jieyu, the counselor of my class, sharing an English song.

This song is one that Cheng Zhu has heard before. It is a relatively emo song, and it sounds quite depressing.

"What time is it this evening? Is it too late to Yiyun?" He complained a little.

"Didn't she say that she would go back to her hometown during the National Day holiday? She also promised me to scold her brother."

"There seems to be some problems in her native family, and I don't know what happened in the past few days." The creditor thought in his heart.

In fact, Chen Jieyu has indeed experienced a lot in the past few days.

She went home on October 2nd.

After returning home, my mother was still the same as before, asking her how she was living alone in Hangzhou.

My father is still the same, but this time he has helped the family a lot, so his attitude is slightly better than before, and he even took the initiative to put some food for himself at the dinner table.

Chen Jieyu was born in a family that was extremely patriarchal. Her mother was better off, but her father and grandparents were particularly serious in this regard.

It is actually very sad for girls to grow up in this kind of family.

All this is not only reflected in life, but also in spiritual persecution.

Chen Jieyu was actually very happy that they finally got their wish. Her mother had a second child in hiding and finally gave birth to a younger brother.

Fortunately, the baby was a boy.

This is good, because they will not continue to scold my mother in front of me, accusing her of not being able to give birth to a son, which makes me feel their disgust and hatred for me.

Oh, by the way, in fact, I had already had one abortion and one abortion before this.
To be continued...