Mo Xin to his polite smile: "hello."
"Hello." Yin Lin answered casually and asked joss, "there were too many people sitting there in the past."
Jos and Mo Xin are taken to the other side by him. There are a lot of bags on the ground, all of which are boys' bags. Jos feels like she is back in high school. At that time, she was always dragged by her classmates to watch the ball game. At that time, she was not interested, but her classmates were very interested, because her boyfriend was from the school team, and she always held her boyfriend's clothes, Looking at the court happily.
Just then, a white coat came over.
Joe Si Leng for a while, Yin Lin said: "your husband's, take it for him."
Joss hugged her and couldn't help laughing.
It's as like as two peas.
Jing chihan is really good at playing. Joss thinks that she has found another advantage of him. This man always seems to have a lot of things that people can't expect.
The game didn't end until nine o'clock.
The back Yin Lin leg is not good, but Jing chihan is facing the other five, except when joss came, he was distracted, dropped a ball, the back, also won.
In the end, 32-1.
As soon as the scene was over, joss ran over with his clothes and drinks, wiping his sweat and watching him drink.
Yin Lin also came over with a wry smile: "I'm too old to compete with these young people. If the Bureau knows that I'm so crooked, it's going to kill me."
Mo Xin beside also smile: "bureau?"
"I'm a policeman." They didn't talk just now. They didn't even introduce each other. Joss did, but they didn't chat.
Jing zhehan looks at Mo Xin. His eyes are cool.
Mo Xin cold not Ding back a cool, touch the nose: "that, joss, since you are with your boyfriend, I will not send you, you pay attention to safety."
"Well, please." Said Jose politely.
Mo Xin politely two, and looked at the scene through a cold, turned away.
In fact, there's a saying in Qiao Si's mind. Jing chihan and Jing Zhongqing are very similar. At least, they are the kind of people who can make her heart jump with one look.
Suddenly she was looking forward to how interesting it would be for them to meet.
"Who is she?" As soon as Mo Xin leaves, Jing chihan asks clearly.
Jos vaguely said: "when my brother's subordinates, called Mo Xin, other, is not clear."
He didn't make a sound. He was sticky and uncomfortable. The sequelae of exercise made him frown.
Jos asked him to put on his clothes. It was windy at night. He was sweating. If it was windy, he would be ill.
He put on his coat and took her hand.
Yin Lin was very conscious and left as soon as he got out of school.
Jing chihan's car is parked in the parking lot of Qianmen. It's a little far away. I have to walk there.
Because just after the game ended, there were still many men and women around. As they walked along, they met many familiar faces.
"How do you want to play?" She asked him, a little curious.
"In a bad mood." He took a look at her, squeezed her little hand with his fingertips, drew her closer, and let her lean against himself.
Joss looked around, and there were a lot of friendly campus men and women, who didn't resist. He leaned on him and murmured, "Why are you in a bad mood?"
The man hissed: "what do you say?"
Joyce looked up at him and blinked, "because of me?"
He narrowed his eyes, pinched the tip of her nose, hung his head, and gave her a kiss on the lips, and held on.
"Well." She snorted in pain.
He just let go of her, the tone is not good: "and your brother, where?"
His tone, obviously questioning, made her feel sweet.
She hugged his waist, raised her face, chin against his chest, and looked at him with a smile: "angry? Don't be angry. There won't be another time. "
He didn't say a word, just looked at her coquetry.
She tiptoed, kissing his lips, bit by bit pecking, please: "I don't know when my brother suddenly changed place, I told him, next time with you."
He was silent, pulled her down, put his arms around her waist, and went on.
Joss is still muttering, saying some of his feelings after meeting today: "in fact, I think it's been too long. My brother and I, who used to be so close, have become strange."
When he heard the word intimacy, his eyes closed.
Jos didn't find out, and continued: "by the way, you see Mo Xin just now. I think she is my brother's girlfriend. They look like a good match. I used to think that my brother should be able to find such a girl. She is smart, capable, free and easy, and gentle. It's very rare. There are pictures of other girls in his boyfriend's wallet, She can calmly tell me that if I were her, she would mind how to be generous. "
"Photos?" Man's voice, cold not Ding of come out.
Jos looked at him and said, "well, it seems that my brother still keeps my picture in his wallet. He should, and he misses our carefree time as a child."
As soon as her voice fell, he suddenly took out his mobile phone and pushed her: "stand over there."
Jos didn't know, so he let go of his hand and stepped back two steps.
He jumps his cell phone to the camera, clicks twice at the dim figure under the street lamp, and then lowers his head. After a while, he frowns.
Joss didn't know what he was doing. He stepped forward two steps and looked up: "what are you doing?"
"Set up the desktop." Then he handed her his mobile phone: "set it yourself."
"Ah?" Jos blinked in surprise, looking at the phone is in the album, her photo was enlarged, above, a black can't see the face of people, standing there, inexplicable, with a trace of terror.
Her face was very hot, and she lost face: "do you want to use this as a desktop? Are you going to scare me to death? "
He frowned, discontented.
"I can't set it up?"
Joss couldn't laugh or cry. She thought that he would mind something about Shiqing. If she had known, she would not have told him about the photo.
She was bitter: "even if you want to be a desktop, can't you change a good-looking one?"
"This is good." He pursed his lips.
Jos was almost crying. He couldn't see what it was like.
She tucked his cell phone into her pocket, took him by the hand and walked to the parking lot.
When she got into the car, she got into the co driver's seat, took out her mobile phone, pulled out a few self portraits with great angles, and then passed them to Jing chihan to set it as a desktop.
"You see, it looks good." She passed it to him, triumphant.
The man looked and frowned: "who is it?"