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【149】My girlfriend(1/2)

[148] The chapter was blocked immediately after it was issued, and the amendment application was rejected and the application was rejected. It will only be possible to apply again after 48 hours... Everyone is patient and wait, and I applied for the lifting of the ban as soon as possible.

Lin Yiran had already heard the conversation between Zhang Yang and Yuan Tong. After looking at the time, it was indeed nine forty years. His face turned red and he tried hard to keep his calm. He walked over and said a little apologetically: "I didn't see the time. Uncle Yuan, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Yuan Tong shook his head, didn't answer the conversation, and turned around to press the elevator.

Lin Yiran looked at Zhang Yang with a red face, shyness, joy, and reluctance intertwined in Ming Jingying's eyes, pouted and whispered: "Then I'll leave."

Zhang Yang said "um" and went back to get the key and followed him out again. Lin Yiran did not say anything to ask him to go back. He went downstairs and walked out of the elevator. Yuan Tong walked in front. Zhang Yang shook Lin Yiran's hand. Lin Yiran glanced at Yuan Tong's back and looked at Zhang Yang again, but did not break free.

When he walked to the car, Yuan Tong had already opened the car door. Zhang Yang let go of her hand and watched her get into the car. The window slowly fell down. Lin Yiran looked at him and said softly: "I'm leaving."

Zhang Yang nodded. Goodbye is not difficult, but he still feels very reluctant... When can we not be separated? If there is really that time, will we feel tired again?

Zhang Yang watched the vehicle go away as usual, then turned around.

"Don't think about Yang Yuting anymore?"

"What do you miss her?"

Zhang Yang even had an unconcealed joy in his conversation with Luo Shen, "Even if this Yang Yuting is that Yang Yuting, who is just an ex-girlfriend, can I still never marry her for life, or find this Yang Yuting to make up for her regret?"

"Besides, this is my business, what does it have to do with me?"

Luo Shen said "Haha", "I hope you are not hot-headed."

Zhang Yang was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he returned to the upper floor and sat on the sofa. In the same position, there seemed to be a fragrance left. When I recalled the scene just now, I felt a bit like a dream... When I got used to it more times in the future, I shouldn't have such a sense of surprise, right?

The phone "dingdong" sounded, and it was Lin Yiran's message: "Remember to mop the floor."

Zhang Yang found a "member order" expression picture and sent it over. He picked up the mop that was still lying on the floor, stuck out his butt and started mopping the floor. Haha, I didn't know where I jumped out again and joined in the fun. Zhang Yang was in a good mood and didn't bother with him for the sake of his girlfriend.

The living room, study, balcony, kitchen and bedroom were all dragged, and Zhang Yang was so tired that he was sweating. He was very curious about unknown territory. Zhang Yang opened a room and before he could enter, it squirted in, jumping around happily and exploring. Later, Zhang Yang simply didn't bother to care about it and let it run around everywhere.

After finally finishing mopping the floor, I just washed the mop and put it on the balcony. Before Zhang Yang could take a breath, he heard the phone ringing, and immediately smiled unconsciously on his face and walked over happily.

The moment I saw the phone screen, my smile slowly disappeared.

Zhang Wei’s WeChat phone number.

Zhang Yang answered the phone and said "feed" in anger. He turned on the outside and went to the bathroom with his cell phone, but heard his mother's voice inside: "What are you doing?"

“Mopping the floor”

"So diligent?"

"I'm not like Zhang Wei, I've always been very diligent."

"Are you alone?"

"Or who else can there be?"

"I didn't say anyone, I just asked."

...

Lin Yiran returned home, and Aunt Kong was mopping the floor. She greeted her sweetly, went upstairs, first sent a message to Zhang Yang to report her safety, then came to the door of the study, opened the door and looked at it, walked to the door of the yoga room, opened the door and looked at it, then came to the door of the piano room, opened the door and looked at it, and then went to the door of the piano room, opened the door and looked at it.

Finally, I saw my parents sitting across the floor and playing chess.

Su Hui seemed to be thinking, raised her eyes and looked back, and continued to think. Lin Yiran smiled and walked in. Lin Canghai seemed to have the advantage of the situation and said with a smile: "What's the matter, so happy?"

"No, it depends on you finally have time to play chess again, which means you are not busy, so be happy for you."

Lin Yiran walked over with a sweet smile, sat down on one side, Su Hui looked at her daughter and said lightly: "What can I do if I am so happy after coming back from Zhang Yang?"

Lin Yiran remembered what happened just now, her face turned red, she looked away with guilt, and said, "Mom, you can't just blame me just because you can't do anything to my dad."

Lin Canghai smiled and refused to respond. Su Hui stared at his daughter for a few seconds, looked down at the chess game again, and said lightly: "I was so fussy two days ago. Today I have the intention to make me and your dad happy. Zhang Yang won't confess his love to you, right?"

Lin Yiran's cheeks turned red, but she was even more surprised. Her eyes widened. She glanced at Su Hui, and then lowered her head.

Su Hui fell down and looked up and saw that she was guilty and bowed her head. Her expression was a little surprised, "Have you really confessed to you?"

Lin Yiran nodded with a red face, looked at her mother, and showed an expression of "Is there anything strange about this?"

Su Hui ignored her little thoughts and asked again: "Did you agree?"

Lin Yiran looked down at the chess, "No."

No one speaks.

After five or six seconds, Lin Yiran raised his head, looked at his mother with a blank expression, then looked at his father with a dark face, pouted, and added guiltily: "I'll tell him to agree later."

"What's the difference between that and promise?"

Su Hui sighed and glared at Lin Canghai, "It's your turn."

Lin Canghai said helplessly: "If you don't say it, what can I say?"

Su Hui laughed and said, "Who asked you to say something? I said it's your turn to make a move!"

Lin Yiran laughed out loud, Su Hui reached out and pointed her head, scolding: "I still laugh! Every girl's family doesn't know what reserve means, and she should..."

Lin Yiran hugged her arm and acted coquettishly, "Don't worry, mom, I know, he won't, don't worry, okay?"

"What's good?"

Lin Canghai said with a stern face, "How old are you? Don't you know? Are you in love..."

Lin Yiran turned his head to look at her father. Lin Canghai looked at her grievanced eyes and paused. When he spoke, his expression and tone eased, and he said softly: "Dad is not saying that you won't let you make friends or fall in love, but you are still young, so you can't be in a hurry..."

Lin Yiran said "Oh" and didn't answer the conversation. Su Huize said, "It's now, what's the use of saying it? Starting tonight, breaking up tomorrow morning?"

Lin Canghai knew it would be useless, but he was still depressed, "Who knew that that boy really dared to confess his love..."

Su Hui said angrily: "Everything is like you?"

Lin Yiran's eyes lit up, and she held her mother's arm and asked, "Mom, what does it mean? My dad didn't dare to confess his love to you at the beginning?"

"Is this what you should ask about?"

Lin Canghai showed the majesty of the head of the family, but unfortunately there was no effect. Lin Yiran smiled and said, "I told you both, why can't you ask? I also have the right to know."

Su Hui pointed on her head, "Okay, your dad and I don't mean to blame you. You don't have to test your good deeds here, just practice calligraphy."

"Let's practice later, I'll see you finish it."

Lin Yiran received the accurate letter, and his eyebrows were full of joy. He moved to his mother, sat next to her, and smiled and said, "I'll help you calculate the chess."

With Lin Yiran's help, Su Hui successfully transformed into a big bad in the middle and was defeated by Tu Dalong. Seeing that his mother was defeated, Lin Yiran quickly got up and ran away, running while running, laughing non-stop. He went to the study to grind ink and wrote two pages of words. Fuyue's heart was slowly settled after a night of joy. It was like boiling sugar in ancient ways, and the flat and down-to-earth sweetness was settled.

After she returned home from military training, she had already taken a shower and wrote for a while. It was almost eleven o'clock. After hearing her mother urged her to go to bed early, she washed her pen and hanged it, washed her clothes and went back to the room, lay on the bed and chatted with Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang: "What should I do? I started to miss you as soon as I separated."

Lin Yiran: "[Blank your eyes]"

Zhang Yang: "Really."

Lin Yiran: "Don't believe it."

Zhang Yang: "The sun is bright!"

Lin Yiran: "You think you are Yue Wumu [frowned]"

Zhang Yang: "I am not Yue Wumu, I am your brother Zhang."

Lin Yiran: "[Vomiting]"

Zhang Yang: "[Scared]"

Lin Yiran: "[Question]"

Zhang Yang: "It's okay, will you have dinner at school at noon tomorrow or go home to have it?"

Lin Yiran: "I don't know yet."

Zhang Yang: "You treat me to a meal."

Lin Yiran: "No invitation."

Zhang Yang: "Then I'll treat you."

Lin Yiran: "[Arrogance]"

Zhang Yang: "Seriously, it is a celebration of our lovers finally getting married."

Lin Yiran: "Okay, where to eat?"

Zhang Yang: "Cain."

Lin Yiran: "[Putting your lips]"

Zhang Yang: "Where do you want to go?"

Lin Yiran: "Just let's go to the cafeteria, but will it be bad?"

Zhang Yang: "What's the matter? When you were having dinner, you didn't see many couples kissing me and mine."

Lin Yiran: "No, I've seen one or two-on-one meals."

Zhang Yang: "Then let's make the third pair."

Lin Yiran: "I don't want it."
To be continued...
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