Chapter 370 Bicycle

   "...the two of us are riding bicycles, hugging our backs tightly, wanting to hug each other even more..."

   Li Qingning heard this song as soon as she entered the door.

  She put the keys aside, "Husband?"

"exist!"

  Jiang Yang raised his hand from behind the piano.

  He was sitting on the carpet, with a notebook, a glass of red wine, a glass of goji berry water, and a glass of fruit juice on the tea table in front of him.

  Jiang Yang is typing.

  Li Qingning sat on the sofa.

  "...The boundless life is like a wilderness, like a child who can rest on his father's shoulders, who wants to get off..."

   Geer is still going on.

  Li Qingning: "What did you do this afternoon?"

  Jiang Yang: "I met a customer engaged in online loans, and then went to pick up Su Mei's son. That online loan customer is too wicked..."

"Wait a moment."

   Li Qingning interrupted him, at noon, Jiang Yang said Xiao Qi, which was quite normal, but this song, "Did you go?"

   "After we met the client, it was time for school to leave. Zhou Hao and I made a turn on the road."

"oh."

  Li Qingning thinks this is normal, and should not be the problem here.

  She glanced at the bottles and cans beside Jiang Yang, "What combination are you?"

  Goji berries and red wine—

   What book is this latest and popular kidney nourishing package?

  She brought it for a drink.

   She should make up.

  Jiang Yang: "I thought writing something and drinking a glass of red wine was cool—"

   When the time comes, take a photo, send it to your wife, and send it to Moments, and this elite style and force will be posted immediately.

but-

   This is not very tasty unless Sister Ning sobers up.

  Goji berry water doesn’t work either, it’s too purposeful, and you can think of its efficacy before you know it.

   Juice is better.

   It would be even better if it was Coke.

Li Qingning drank the red wine. She sold her husband to Zhuang Mei to enlighten Zhuang Qi. She didn't even want to take a few sips of the bottle that Zhuang Mei gave her. Husband, if you are a cow and a horse, you can repay it.

  She drank another glass of goji berry water, and calculated it, and it went up and down, which is very good, because Jiang Yang's single cycle is endless.

  She stretched her legs, "What's for dinner?"

Today she is wearing a half skirt that she dare not wear when she is not taller than 1.7 meters. The upper body is covered with a skirt of the same color, and a cool gray suit is worn outside. She is full of aura. Now she is stretching her legs, and the skirt slipped from her calf , Immediately let Jiang Yang's attention follow.

  The song stopped.

  Li Qingning looked at him cutely, "Honey, can you go cook, I just recorded a podcast today, I'm so tired."

"good!"

  Jiang Yang stood up, and all the wolfberry water turned into motivation for cooking.

   It happens that the creative writing is almost the same.

that is-

  Sitting on the ground for a long time, my feet are numb, and one foot is numb, itchy and sore.

  Li Qingning stood up and supported him, "It's not like our house doesn't have a table."

  Jiang Yang hugged Li Qingning, "Sitting on the ground, don't you feel free?"

   There is such a big place where I can gallop, let me throw things boldly and neatly.

   Li Qingning still wanted to talk, but Jiang Yang had already kissed her collarbone.

   "Cook first."

  Li Qingning pushed him.

   "Wait for me to slow down." Jiang Yang kissed behind the ear again.

  Li Qingning felt that this delay was something else, but if this continued, the delay would definitely not stop.

  She doesn't think so now.

   She wants to solve the case.

  Li Qingning: "Go, boy, I'm hungry."

"Fine."

  Jiang Yang's sour energy has also passed, and he went to the kitchen to get busy.

  Li Qingning sat down, took Jiangyang’s mobile phone, unlocked it, and looked through the call records with ease. After seeing the phone number that was just numbers, “I’ll just say, there’s a good chance I’ll make this call again.”

   Otherwise, I wouldn’t have sung this song.

  Li Qingning felt relieved.

   I don’t know how Auntie is doing recently.

  She put down her phone and checked Jiang Yang's notebook, which contained the script of a short film. At first, Li Qingning just glanced at what her husband was doing, and didn't realize the seriousness of the matter, but gradually—

  She looked away to prevent the blurred screen from spreading in her field of vision.

   This husband is too annoying.

but-

  She looked at the mobile phone in front of her, and suddenly understood why he was able to write this short commercial.

  She stood up and gently wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

  She took out her cell phone.

  The phone was connected quickly. Her father was playing chess with the students, and he was playing chess.

  Father Li picked up the phone, "My daughter's phone calls should be kept quiet."

  He asked: "Ninny, what's the matter?"

  Li Qingning smiled, "It's okay, is my mother okay during the day?"

   "It's okay, just suddenly—what happened to you?"

  Li Qingning: "I'm fine."

   "It's not that kid bullying you."

  Li Qingning turned her head and looked at the kitchen, "No, my husband is cooking for me in the kitchen."

  Father Li: "Really?"

After confirming that it was all right, they chatted a few more words, and Father Li even praised Jiang Yang's script. Not so decadent, "That kid still has some skills."

  Li Qingning: "I picked it."

  Father Li didn't want to hear this: "Okay, I'm going to play chess."

  He is about to general.

   It happened that his wife was also watching chess nearby, and now is the time for the old man to show off his glory and talk about his teenage madness.

"dad."

  Father Li was about to put down the phone, but stopped when he heard this sentence, "Huh?"

"sorry."

  Li Qingning looked at the lamp, which was shining brightly, "I didn't get your consent when I got married."

  Father Li was silent.

  Mother Li suddenly calmed down when she saw Father Li who was still in high spirits just now.

Father Li hesitated to speak several times, and finally smiled lightly, "You have had your own ideas since you were a child, and you can't listen to my opinions. However, I believe you know what you are doing. If he makes you wronged , tell daddy, daddy went over and knocked him on the head."

   "Thank you Dad."

  Li Qingning listened to the commotion in the kitchen, "But—knocking on the head is a bit too much, don't worry about it!"

  She hung up the phone, walked to the kitchen, and hugged Jiang Yang from behind.

Morning.

  The bus stops.

  Han Xiaoxiao and the others got out of the car. The sun was just right at this time, just like the sunshine in the autumn morning.

not hot.

   But with temperature.

In the past, it was difficult to feel this kind of sunshine in the morning, because they live far away from the company, and their time is wasted on the road. They have to get up early in the morning, buy finger cakes, pancakes, etc. on the roadside, and line up at the subway station to squeeze the subway. , Walking under the city, and having to hurry after arriving at the station, I am afraid of being late, even if I touch the sunshine, I can’t feel it, and my mind is all on the nearby check-in point.

  It’s much better now, the four of them rent together, they are close to the company, and they can still be companions. The most important thing is that the punch card machine in the company is useless. Even if you are late, the boss will not be in the company. You will naturally relax your mind and do nothing in a hurry. You have time and energy to focus on the sunshine and the crisp Birdsong, tree shadows in the sun, and breakfast on a whim.

  Her three older children often eat breakfast made by her now.

  I used to feel that there was not enough time, and I was in a hurry and flustered.

   Now I'm relaxed, I ate breakfast slowly, I looked at the time, hey! It's still not late.

   Even weirder—

  I used to feel that I didn't get enough sleep in the morning, and I always didn't get up until I couldn't waste any more time.

   But now I wake up by myself in the morning and get up, and I still have time to post a good morning chicken soup for the soul on the company’s Twitter account.

  Han Xiaoxiao stood on the bus platform, her body touched the sunshine, looking at the high-rise buildings was very friendly.

  I feel like this is my own company.

   Cycling—Eason Chan

   The two lyrics that appear in the article come from cycling, a song about fatherly love, and an ordinary person's song.

Then.

   The advertisement will not be released for the time being to avoid some repetition.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)