As soon as An Nuannuan walked in, Yan Qing immediately told her what had happened. "Bet a bag of spicy noodles. Guess whether Qianwa's face will be good or bad when he comes in later."
An Nuannuan: "Qianwa's unyielding temper won't be tamed even after she gets married."
“…”
Ji Qianchong walked to the balcony and was about to call Ji Liangnian when his WeChat rang several times.
It's a message from that guy.
"Five minutes ago, Xia Song sent me some emoticons. I think they look pretty good. Do you want me to send them to you?"
Speaking of emoticons, Ji Qianchong remembered that some time ago she played with Ji Liangnian's mobile phone and found that there were no good emoticons in his mobile phone album except her photos.
So she searched for dozens of photos on Weibo and put them on his phone.
He was reading a book at the time, and she said to him seriously, "Add a few emojis when you send messages. This is what young people like to do."
She still remembered the way Ji Liangnian looked at her at that time. It was a little gloomy. After a while, he said, "Do you think I'm old?"
She didn't mind that he was six years older than her, she just thought his life was too monotonous and wanted to add some color by mixing in some trendy daily life.
So because of what she said, the guy was actually a little angry, and she coaxed him the whole night.
at the same time.
Seeing the text message from Ji Liangnian, Ji Qianchong felt a little happy for some reason. Looking at the screen, he felt that the man on the other end was a little silly.
Maybe it was because he always remembered every word and every little detail she said.
He always holds her in his arms as if she were some precious treasure.
Ji Qianchong typed back: "Send it and see what it is."
The next second, a picture of mushrooms popped up on the screen: I was bored at home and mushrooms grew. I cooked and ate the mushrooms and got poisoned.
Ji Qianchong: “…………”
Another picture popped up, still of mushrooms: When I got to the hospital, the doctor said I was poisoned by - a good mushroom.
Ji Qianchong looked at the screen, staring at the three words "Good Mushroom Poison" for a long time.
He blinked and looked for a while longer.
I was a little hesitant while typing, "Is it Xia Song holding the phone?" Is that Ji Liangnian on the other end?
Even though my brother used to be timid, he always had a sense of pride and an innate dignity and indifference, and he never acted like a spoiled child.
The other party replied immediately: "No." He added, "That's the emoticon package Xia Song sent me. Isn't it pretty? If it's not pretty, I'll withdraw it."
Ji Qianchong stopped him immediately, "It looks good, very good, especially cute, and it suits you very well, brother."
"I have two more."
Ji Qianchong leaned on the railing, his eyebrows curved: "Look."
A mushroom popped up: The doctor prescribed me some medicine and the pills fell to the ground.
Another picture of a mushroom: I looked carefully and found it was a "Hao Xiang Chu Chu Wan".
Ji Qianchong held the phone, raised the corners of her eyes, and laughed out loud. She replied jokingly: "Then come out and play. Don't get bored, little mushroom."
She made a video call to Ji Liangnian, and the other party answered immediately.
The man's handsome face was imprinted on the screen. Although he was good-looking, his features were rather hard, and his eyebrows and eyes were slightly cold, making him look unapproachable.
But towards her, his eyes were always soft.
Ji Qianchong smiled: "Xia Song's pictures are so interesting." It was really incongruous and unimaginable to ask her to combine these pictures with Ji Liangnian.
"But please change the color of the text below the picture. Don't use pink."
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