The little red horse drove slowly with the traffic flow, and finally got on the elevated road. Even in the elevated road, the speed could not get up, and remained between 30 and 40 yards.
The car drove into Yan'an elevated road and stopped completely. Prince Jin opened the navigation and looked at it. There was a traffic jam ahead, which was about threeorfour miles away. The route on the navigation was red.
No hurry, no hurry, daily traffic jam.
Anyway, I'm used to it. In places like Shanghai and Beijing, it's strange that there will be no traffic jam in the evening rush hour.
Prince Jin held the steering wheel and gently tapped his fingers. Zhao Tiezhu's words appeared in his mind: Qin Ze doesn't look like a first brother who didn't have sex with a woman.
Thinking carefully, I'm afraid.
Wang Zijin has always been an alert woman. It is enough to explain that she can see through the abnormal feelings between yingguai and little red guy.
Roll the sheets, roll with whom?
Yingyingguai said that Qin Ze had never talked about a serious girlfriend since he was a child. The only time was when he hooked up with a cabbage in his sophomore year, but she spoiled it.
That day, the sun was shining, the white clouds were lingering, and the whining monster dressed up carefully. She rarely made up. Her eyebrows were light and her lips were red. When that beautiful little girl came out, she hugged Qin Ze's arm and Jiao didi said: honey, this is the flirtatious bitch you hooked up with outside. It's not so good.
At that time, Prince Jin just came to Shanghai market. They were sleeping in a bed. Yingyingguai didn't notice it. When she said this, her face was filled with a kind of pride, and the pride of the housewife Dou Baixiao San.
At that time, Prince Jin's heart was a little different. This shouldn't be a proper expression. Moreover, thinking carefully, this matter was actually very outrageous. As long as Qin Ze caught up and explained a few words, he said that the handsome girl covered her ears and said that she wouldn't listen to Wang Ba chanting scriptures. If she explained hard, it could still be explained.
But the little red guy didn't explain. It's terrible. Thinking carefully, I'm very scared.
Just hooked up with the cabbage, pass!
Wang Zijin inexplicably flashed Su Yu's pure and refined face in his brain. Could it be her?
She didn't doubt peinanman, because although peinanman's temperament and appearance were impeccable, Qin Ze and peinanman didn't spend much time together.
Su Yu is different. Su Yu came to the Qin family shamelessly to have a meal. It's not necessary to have a meal. Everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart.
Su Yu herself also made no secret of her covetous desire for Qin Ze. She was Prince Jin's most annoying competitor at present. She used to be yingyingguai, but between yingyingguai and little red guy, it belonged to sibling mutual control, which was doomed to be fruitless. Su Yu is different. Maybe the little red guy was robbed by her as soon as he wasn't careful.
And the little red guy's attitude towards Su Taidi is also very strange. If he doesn't like her, why let her pester him?
Little red guy is not a man who likes to play with women, which is worth pondering.
Is it between them, long ago?
It doesn't feel right. Su Yu's character, if it were true, would have run in front of her to show off: Qin Ze is my man, you get out!
Su Yu can definitely do it.
In fact, Prince Jin didn't know that Su Yu was a goddess in appearance, but in this love, she loved very lowly and carefully.
It's not that I don't want to, but that I'm afraid of forcing Qin Ze to make a choice. The person who was given up is her.
She has always been the one who was abandoned, father or mother.
It may also be a big sword.
The prince Jin thought.
Little red guy is twenty-four, which is the age group with the strongest demand for men. In online words: chicken is hard.
It seems reasonable to go to the sword without a girlfriend.
Yingyingguai vowed that Azer would not go to that place.
But Prince Jin felt that yingyingguai was a stupid woman. He had never seen a woman so easy to coax. He smiled in a few words.
Even if the little red guy makes a big sword every week, he probably doesn't know.
But will the little red guy really go to that place?
Prince Jin didn't believe it.
But in fact, going to that place is the best situation. When her boyfriend goes to dabaojian, she must be angry, but compared with his cheating and cheating with other women, dabaojian can be ignored.
With a woman's sixth sense, she thought it might be Su Yu, but it was illogical.
Big sword, with her understanding of Qin Ze, is not sure.
There is another possibility. Zhao Tiezhu thinks too much.
Certainly not to sow discord. She can trust the groom she taught herself.
What is Zhao Tiezhu's judgment standard? Are you talkative?
In that case, the little red guy is innocent. He has always been a strong talker. He not only talks about her, but also often talks about his own sister in a frenzy.
According to this logic, can he still make a noise.
Are you kidding.
Wang Zijin couldn't figure it out and was upset.
"Didi didi!"
The harsh flute interrupted the prince Jin's divergent thoughts, and also startled her. The road is open, and the vehicles in front have gone out for a long distance.
"Ring your sister, and don't whistle in the city." Prince Jin lowered the window and scolded, stepped on the accelerator, and the car started.
It was 7:40 when I got home, and I left the company at 6:30. After driving for more than an hour, I asked if you were afraid.
Wang Zijin grew up in the capital since childhood. He can't get used to the fast pace of life. Traffic jams block your upset big city life.
My biggest dream is to wander around the world with my beloved one day, make a home all over the world, and step across the great rivers and mountains of the motherland with my legs. Or find a quiet place to live, facing the sea, spring flowers bloom.
Well, Wen Qing is ill, and she knows it herself.
When Wang Zijin came home, the magnificent living room, like the crystal chandelier of flowers and brocades, was on, but there was no one in the living room, and the air was full of fragrance. She put on her slippers and entered the room. Turning around, she saw Qin Ze standing outside the balcony, dragging a blue bra in her hand, staring intently.
Qin Ze's expression was irritable and depressed, with half a cigarette between his fingertips.
When he was collecting his clothes just now, with a cigarette in his mouth, he accidentally ironed a hole in his sister's bra.
He remembered that he bought this underwear with his sister. It seemed that he spent thousands of yuan. He couldn't remember what brand it was.
He lost thousands of yuan in the scald.
I wonder if my sister will scold him.
"What are you doing?" Wang Zijin walked to the balcony, expressionless.
"Ah?"
"Ah, what, what are you holding in your hand?"
"This is... The bra of big breasts."
Wang Zijin's bag was smashed on the spot.
Qin Ze dodged, looked at her face for a moment, and said regretfully, "I accidentally burned a hole, but it's inside. It's OK, but my sister doesn't know if she's willing to wear it."
Wang Zijin grabbed the bra and said angrily, "go away, we'll take the clothes ourselves."
Qin Ze: "...."
Sister, when did you receive your clothes?
When Qin Ze brought out dinner from the kitchen, Prince Jin was walking to the room with two piles of folded clothes. The tight skirt was wrapped in a small buttock egg that was not plump, twisting with great charm.
"Where's your sister?" Prince Jin stood at the table, two dishes and one soup, without chicken stewed with mushrooms.
"I went to shoot advertisements and didn't come back for dinner at night." Qin Ze carried two bowls of rice and pushed a bowl to Prince Jin.
After dinner, they sat on the sofa watching TV. Qin Ze reached out and hugged Prince Jin's waist. Prince Jin looked at him and let him hug him.
The Anti Japanese war film on TV is about the little Japanese Devils' epic escape history. In China, there are outstanding people, all of whom are heroes who tear the devil by hand. They hide bullets and snake skins go out of position every day. Darts block bullets, grenades blow up aircraft, mortars blow up blockhouses.
With their indomitable spirit and unyielding will, the devils finally fled China and returned to their hometown after 14 years.
Qin zete was moved by the spirit of the devils.
"Sister Zijin, didn't your grandpa fight the war of resistance? Did your grandpa have such a 6?" Qin Ze haha said.
"It was my great grandfather who fought the war of resistance, not my grandfather." Prince Jin's white eyes said.
"Your great grandfather must be a Wulin expert." Qin Ze raised his thumb.
"No, when I was a child, I often heard my grandfather say that the army of the island country was powerful. Whether it was strategy, military literacy, and combat ability, it was not comparable to the national army, nor could our party compete. Victory was built on human life, and then the eagle's" boom "later, the island country completely surrendered."
"So it is."
In fact, Qin Ze knows that he just wants to start a topic.
"Sister Zijin, do you have something on your mind?" After almost laying the groundwork, Qin Ze got to the point.
Wang Zijin's smart eyes stared at him for a long time, "nothing."
It's not good to ask directly: are you still a virgin? Have you ever slept with a woman?
"Is it really all right?"
"Yes."
"... please."
"Azar, are you very critical of your sister?"
"Why did sister Zijin say this?"
"Do you think I'm hypocritical?"
"No."
"Oh." Prince Jin answered, "then I think I have no problem. Now, let me ask you a question. Did you do something sorry for me?"
"It depends on what." Qin Ze said calmly.
"All aspects!"
"No."
Wang Zijin looked at him for a long time and nodded again, "Oh".
She tried to see feelings of guilt and panic in Qin Ze's eyes, but no, the little red guy's eyes should not be too open.
Wang Zijin temporarily dispelled his doubts.
The silent confrontation between lovers ended with Qin Ze, who was proficient in acting.
Qin Ze hugged her and continued to watch TV.
Just now, did I go through hell?
He was lost in thought.