He went back to his apartment and no one was there before he went to find Yan Su.

But no one opened it after knocking for a long time. Finally, she received a wechat from Yan Su: stop knocking, I'm sleepy.

Molucci: --

I thought I could see a beautiful woman lying on the bed when I came back, but I thought too much.

Not only did not she have the door opened.

Too much.

So molucci had to sleep in his own apartment. At night, he slept in an empty big bed. He tossed and turned. It was really cold and lonely.

He suddenly remembered that he always liked to send wechat before, so he immediately sat up and took a photo of himself in his pajamas to the circle of friends. On it was written the word: winter in summer city, cold.

When Yan Su woke up the next day and saw this wechat, Lausanne was still commenting on the following: brother, the winter of Xiacheng is OK, not cold.

The weather in our summer city is fine. I think you are not cold in body, but cold in heart. You need a girlfriend. My sister will introduce one to you. There is a flower in our police station.

Yan Su looks funny, but how does she feel that this wechat is not so simple? She doesn't see him sending news at ordinary times.

After washing up, Maurice knocked at the door, a handsome face full of indifference and unhappiness.

"I didn't sleep well the night before yesterday, so I went to bed early yesterday," Yan Su explained in a low voice. She didn't tell him that she was a little uncomfortable after listening to his classmates saying that he had sent an Ning home.

"Are you sleeping well," said Maurice, whose face was less cold.

"Not bad," Yan Su turned to the kitchen. "I didn't cook porridge, so I boiled two eggs and had a glass of milk."

"But I don't sleep well," Morris followed her. "Do you see my circle of friends? "

Yan Su turned off the fire and looked at him helplessly," if it's cold, cover more quilts. "

"I don't want quilts. I don't want a woman," murucci said, holding her arms around her waist. "It's missing you. Since I slept with you, I found that my bed was full of space. I finally understand why you want to buy such a narrow bed."

In the early morning, Yan Su was said to be hot faced. "I didn't buy my bed myself. When your brother-in-law bought it for Lausanne, he said that it was too expensive. It didn't cost me so much money. You didn't see that your elder sister's bed was a classical and luxurious Italian leather bed, which was said to cost 60000 yuan, while mine was a very simple solid wood bed with only two thousand one. ”

molucci: "

It's really stingy to buy it at such a low price.

"No wonder I was always creaking when I was lying on it with you last night. Fortunately, nothing happened, otherwise it might fall apart.

“……”

Yan Su couldn't listen any more.

Two thousand yuan bed isn't that bad.

"It's OK. I can give you one more expensive than my sister's, and it's more comfortable to sleep," Maurice said finally.

"Forget it, my room is too small to fit," Yan Su shook her head helplessly. "Can you stop talking about bed with me and have breakfast."

"Oh," said Maurice, taking her eggs. "Why didn't you cook porridge? I want to have porridge."

Yan Su's mood was a little complicated for him to like his own porridge so much. "Do you like my porridge or my porridge? If Ann Ning's porridge was as good as mine, you would be with her."

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