Looking down, Jiang Xingyun saw Miao Jin's soft and gentle appearance, ready to be ravaged, and he lowered his head and kissed her.
Miao Jin was conscious, her mouth grimacing in pain, and she seemed to have opened her eyes slightly.
Maybe at this moment, Miao Jin really had schizophrenia. She was heartbroken for another person, but now she was kissed by another person. Miao Jin climbed onto Jiang Xingyun's neck with both hands.
Her mind was in a mess, as if it was being scorched by the sun, and her brain had turned into water. She wanted to think, but she couldn't think of anything. She didn't understand anything.
But she was clear that this person should be Jiang Xingyun, because she and that person had never been so close before.
Jiang Xingyun didn't think so. He got annoyed and angry when he saw her red ears. Now she was clinging to his neck. She said "no" just now, so naturally she thought he was that person.
Jiang Xingyun was very, very angry. He reached down and tore Miao Jin's clothes.
Miao Jin cooperated very well. When A Yan unlocked her body password, she naturally knew the truth and did not resist.
However, Miao Jin felt weak all over and had no strength at all, so he just let Jiang Xingyun do whatever he wanted.
After venting his anger, Jiang Xingyun looked at her flushed face, covered her with a quilt, leaned against the head of the bed, lit a cigarette, and after a while, he went to get some antipyretic medicine and water and asked Miao Jin to take the medicine.
Miao Jin was already unconscious, so she naturally resisted taking medicine and didn't want anyone to disturb her peace.
Jiang Xingyun held the pill in his mouth and passed it to her, then gave her some water.
Miao Jin probably swallowed the medicine, turned to the side and continued to sleep.
Jiang Xingyun looked at her ears again, they were still as red as before.
He gritted his teeth, he had never been so angry in his life.
Jiang Xingyun is a very cunning person. Most people can't touch his bottom line at all. He believes that he can handle all kinds of situations in a few moves. Therefore, he has never been angry with Miao Jin, including the last time when Miao Jin fell down while riding a motorcycle for him and her ears were red, but he didn't get angry with her that time.
He was confident that he could subdue Miao Jin without any means.
Unexpectedly, this time, he got angry.
Love, it never happens again, it never happens three or four times. If she hadn't had a fever this time, just look at how he would deal with her!
Jiang Xingyun went downstairs and called someone he knew, "Check someone for me and see what he's been doing lately."
In the past, Jiang Xingyun didn't want to care about his ex at all. He was not worthy of her.
The next day, Miao Jin woke up. The sweat on her head had faded. Jiang Xingyun was not around, probably because he had gone to work. Miao Jin did not get up immediately. She sat on the bed, thinking about whether she had said anything inappropriate after she had a fever last night. She treated her relationship with Nie Yiheng as an old matter and did not mention it to Jiang Xingyun. Of course, if there was a need one day, she would tell him. She also wondered if she had mistaken A Yan for that person in her dream when she was asleep. She thought about it for a long time, but could not remember.
But yesterday's love seemed like a dream and had already passed. She was now certain that the man was definitely not Nie Yiheng. He had long since left her. Yesterday, she was quite childish and felt like she was about to have a car accident.
But his body had feeling, as if he had experienced something yesterday. She seemed to have memory, but also seemed not to have memory. However, the red marks on her body showed that it happened last night.
After she fell ill, she seemed to have lost a lot of weight, her face was pale, and she looked pitiful.
When I went downstairs, I saw Jiang Xingyun sitting on the sofa in the living room, smoking with his legs crossed.
He held the cigarette between his fingers, his hand resting on the side of his forehead, as if he was thinking about something.
He seldom smokes.
Miao Jin glanced at the wall clock. It was already eleven o'clock.
"Aren't you working today?" she asked.
Jiang Xingyun turned his head, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and said, "How can I go to work if you are sick?"
Miao Jin's eyes flickered as he said, "I'm sick, so you won't be going to work?"
"Isn't it normal for me not to go to work?" Jiang Xingyun said.
He sat on the far side of the sofa, and Miao Jin wanted to move past him and sit over there.
When she passed by Jiang Xingyun, he hugged her and she sat on his lap.
"Are you feeling better?" Jiang Xingyun's voice was filled with hormones, warmth, and a little tenderness.
He was a very rational person and knew that if he and Miao Jin were to have a quarrel, he would just push Miao Jin somewhere else.
Even though he was extremely injured last night, he did not show it in front of Miao Jin.
High emotional intelligence means knowing how to behave in front of different people and not exposing your temper to let others know your emotions. Therefore, Miao Jin couldn't tell that he was angry, but just felt that he was sincere to her.
Some people think that high emotional intelligence means hypocrisy. That is a naive view. When you grow up, you will realize that high emotional intelligence means knowing how to adapt to the times, and this quality is so rare, especially in the people closest to you.
"Yeah, that's a lot." Miao Jin replied.
Ever since that day in Su Hang, when Miao Jin couldn't help but blurt out "A Yan", many of the feelings in her heart had changed.
Jiang Xingyun rested his hand against her forehead. "Has this happened before? Huh?"
"No, I was in very poor health before," Miao Jin said. "Everyone gets sick easily."
"Well, we'll talk later."
Miao Jin hugged Jiang Xingyun's neck and said sincerely, "A Yan".
Love is like this, you love me, and I love you even more.
If you quarrel with me, I will quarrel with you, and over time, conflicts will arise.
Jiang Xingyun has high IQ and EQ. He knew that this would be the outcome, so after venting his emotions on the bed yesterday, he calmed down. Most importantly, he controlled himself rationally. Although he was still upset, and it was getting more and more upset, he would never let Miao Jin see it.
Perhaps in Miao Jin's eyes, he is the sky.
"Let's go eat?" Jiang Xingyun asked.
"Yeah." Miao Jin smiled.
She originally wanted to ask her if she had any dreams yesterday, but looking at A Yan's expression, she probably didn't, otherwise he wouldn't be so calm.
While eating, Miao Jin held a fork of pasta in her hand, but her eyes were fixed on the fried egg on the plate, not on Jiang Xingyun. She asked, "Did you do that last night?"
"Which one?" A Yan asked her.
"That's it, you don't understand this?"
"I really don't understand." A Yan answered seriously.
"Do that."
"Which one?" A Yan still asked seriously.
Miao Jin thought, he didn't expect it, so why didn't he do it?
"Forget it." Miao Jin said discouragedly.
"Make. Love?" A Yan suddenly raised his head and blurted out these two words, staring at Miao Jin.
Miao Jin just raised his head and said, "Forget it."
At this moment, the two people looked at each other.
There was a bright and clear look in A Yan's eyes, and he was attracting attention from Miao Jin.
Miao Jin gradually couldn't hold on any longer, slowly lowered his head, and quickly cut the fried eggs, a little flustered.
"That's right, have you done it?" Miao Jin asked again.
"Don't you feel anything yourself?" Ah Yan seemed to be eating with his head down, and his words seemed incoherent.
“I feel it.”
"What does it feel like?"
"My legs hurt and my body is red."
"I thought you mistook me for someone else." A Yan said with a smile.
"How could that be? It feels different." Miao Jin lowered his head, his hands chopping the fried eggs, a bit messy.
"Have you really done it with someone else?" A Yan asked again.
"No." Miaomiao said angrily, "But you, have you ever done it with anyone else?"
A Yan didn't speak for a long time.
Miao Jin felt a little jealous, "If I had known earlier, you would be 27."
"I had someone in my heart when I was nineteen," said A Yan.
Miao Jin stared at A Yan in astonishment, "Who—who?"
A Yan was clueless again.
"Do I know her? Is she pretty? Have you had sex with her?" Miao Jin asked.
"I have." A Yan answered these two words with certainty.
Miao Jin lowered his head and ate, feeling extremely aggrieved and embarrassed.
She also hated herself for being so mean. Why didn't she ask this question? After asking, she couldn't bear the answer.
You are so mean!
I should have known this earlier. He is 27 years old. How could he not have had this?
After dinner, Miao Jin felt listless again.
While Ah Yan was washing dishes in the kitchen, he received a phone call.
A Yan left the faucet on so that Miao Jin outside couldn't hear him, and he answered the phone.
The other end said: Mr. Jiang, yesterday Nie Yiheng went to a shirt shop run by a Filipino. This Filipino is the elder brother of a comrade Nie Yiheng rescued in Morocco. Nie Yiheng had been on vacation in China some time ago, and he went to the shop this time to deliver something to his brother on behalf of his comrade. Nie Yiheng had sewed his wife, Miao Jin's address and name on his shirts, thinking that one day he would die without having time to tell his wife's address, so he had been preparing for such a day. The Filipino comrade was very grateful to Nie Yiheng and told his brother about this incident. Inspired by this, his brother also embroidered the name of the shirt owner on his shirts.
Every brand has its own story behind it. Although some logos look simple, you will never know what kind of story is hidden behind them. This is the difference between genuine products and counterfeits.
The genuine product is made according to one's own wishes, while the counterfeit product is made according to a style.
Ah Yan was a little shocked when he heard it. In this world, accidents happen every day.
It's just that this story happened to his own wife, and even though he was an outsider, he would still feel very moved.
But he was not like that, he just stood on the opposite side of the man who moved the woman.
Ah Yan lowered his head, one hand in his pocket, and moved slowly in the kitchen, "Tell me the address of this store."
The subordinate told Jiang Xingyun the address of the store and he hung up the phone.
He stood in the kitchen for a long time, his hands on the sink, looking out the window.
Is it fate or ill-fated fate? If I guessed correctly, this should be the place where Miao Jin went to have his shirts custom-made.
The United States is so big, but she chose to go to this store.
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