The two people's car entered a dark area with no street lights and stopped moving.
Miao Jin felt that it would be very dangerous to compete like this, especially because Jiang Xingyun was in danger, so she slowed down the car.
She slowed down, and Jiang Xingyun also slowed down.
Miao Jin had been driving with low beam, but now he was driving with high beam.
LED headlights illuminate Jiang Xingyun's way home.
She understood Miao Jin's move, and Jiang Xingyun also understood it.
When he was almost home, Miao Jinduo stepped on the accelerator and went home first.
When Jiang Xingyun got home, the lights in the house were already on.
Jiang Xingyun parked the motorcycle in the yard and went into the house.
Miao Jin has already tied her hair up and is cooking. This time she is making something simple, seafood porridge.
Eat, take a shower and go to bed.
Jiang Xingyun was particularly gentle tonight. He kissed Miao Jin and said, "Thank you, Madam, for your care."
"How have I taken care of you?" Miao Jin asked, stroking his head.
"If you all understand, then let's just keep it a tacit understanding."
Tonight, Jiang Xingyun kissed Miao Jin's ears again passionately, but Miao Jin closed her eyes and refused to let him.
Jiang Xingyun took her hand away, as if she didn't give in and he was determined to open this path.
Miao Jin's ears became hot again as he recalled the soft calls of "Miao Miao, Miao Miao" in the past.
Nie Yiheng always called her "Miao Miao". At that time, she was a top student and he was a poor student.
He sat behind her, sometimes he would irritate her so much that she wouldn't speak for the entire class. Then he would coax her, always smiling, and saying things that made her blush and her heart beat faster. After they got together, he loved to talk in her ear. Every time, Miao Jin's ears would itch. The sweetest thing he said was, "Miao Miao, I like you. In the future, follow me."
There is no future anymore.
Every time Jiang Xingyun kissed Miao Jin's ear, Miao Jin felt very resistant and always thought of that person.
But she didn't want to think about it, she wanted to break up with him.
Miaomiao knew that resistance meant that she had not yet accepted Jiang Xingyun and was still immersed in the past.
Even though Jiang Xingyun was very gentle, Miao Jin still fell asleep after finishing. Jiang Xingyun whispered in Miao Jin's ear, "Don't bother making breakfast tomorrow, Madam. I have a meeting at the company early."
Miao Jin uttered "hmm" in a daze.
The next day, when Miao Jin got up, it was already ten o'clock. She had a simple meal by herself and wanted to clean up the house.
Jiang Xingyun's family had never hired a housekeeper. When the two of them first moved in, Jiang Xingyun asked Miao Jin for her opinion. Miao Jin said, "Forget it. I don't like the work a housekeeper does. I'm not home much, and you're not home most of the time, so I'll do the cleaning."
Miao Jin started cleaning from the bedroom first. She took out her clothes and folded them again. She then took out all of Jiang Xingyun's shirts, folded them again, and ironed them. Looking at his clothes lying on the ironing board, Miao Jin actually felt that this kind of work was very boring.
After ironing his clothes, I felt a sense of resonance with him.
All Miao Jin wanted was to have a smooth life without being burdened by love affairs.
Then be in tune with him.
When you marry someone else, you naturally have to be careful about many things.
Miao Jin tied her hair up high and started doing housework.
She washed the rag very clean, wiped the table, and cleaned the floor with a vacuum cleaner. It was a new house and not very dirty. Now there was not a single dead corner in the bathroom.
The ground is clean and tidy, and you can see your reflection in it.
After working hard, Miao Jin likes this moment of harvest the most. She smiled.
But with just a glance, she still saw the motorcycle in the yard. It seemed like there was another person sitting on it, grinning evilly at Miao Jin.
Miao Jin stopped thinking about it.
Miao Jin felt that she was a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. The quilt had to be folded into a "tofu block" like a soldier's, the clothes had to be folded into a square shape without any extra bulges, and there had to be no dead corners on the floor.
This afternoon, Jiang Xingyun had lunch at the company. Because he was in a meeting, the secretary ordered the lunch.
He took a photo of Miao Jin and sent it online.
At that time, Miao Jin was working with a vacuum cleaner.
After seeing his photo, Miao Jin took pictures of the clothes she had just folded and the floor she had just mopped, and sent them to Jiang Xingyun.
Her photos look particularly elegant and pure, shining with a clean light, and the ground is actually able to reflect people's shadows.
There is a photo taken when Miao Jin was standing on the balcony. Her shadow was reflected on the transparent glass. She was wearing sportswear and had her black hair tied up high.
When she took the photo, she didn't notice that her shadow would be reflected in the photo, but Jiang Xingyun saw it.
She sent Jiang Xingyun a total of 10 photos, all of which showed her home clean.
She was among them, cleaning very carefully.
Jiang Xingyun was eating in the office, looking at these photos with great interest, finding them pleasing to the eye.
He posted: Beauty is like flowers, time is like flowing water.
Miao Jin smiled when he saw it and replied to him: You actually wrote such a sad poem, do you want to learn from Liu Yong?
Jiang Xingyun replied: If you want to learn, you should learn from Xin Qiji, who looked at his sword by lamplight while drunk.
Miao Jin smiled. Jiang Xingyun was indeed an extremely smart person.
This is not the same person as the beast on the bed.
It was already 2:30 in the afternoon when Miao Jin finished her work. She made some shrimp noodles for dinner. While eating, she received a call. The work arrangement was a meeting on the lead content in cosmetics. Miao Jin had agreed to attend, but then, while eating, she asked, "Where will it be held?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com