Perilous Deep Love

"Well?" Men's eyes once again twinkled in surprise, a pair of eyes, fixed to stare at the woman on the side of the road.

The light was dim, and the woman was standing under the streetlight, and her shadow was a little bleak. Standing there alone, he almost thought that the old man standing under the street lamp was an old man who had gone through years of wind and frost, because her whole body, even every hair, seemed to show the vicissitudes of life washed and worn by the frost and snow years.

Therefore, the inner exploration of her, a step deeper What kind of woman is it? At the beginning of my life, I am already in my old age?

"Dormitory Only noodles and onions, and some eggs. I can't offer you anything better to entertain you

In the night wind, the sound of coarse creaking was blown away in the wind, and the man's heart on the car suddenly moved The woman, who had been standing alone under the street lamp and thought for so long, was thinking about what she could bring out to entertain herself in exchange for the tip he gave.

And she thought for a long time, and then she said: This is the only thing left at home, and she can't offer anything better to entertain and thank him.

All of a sudden, the man felt that stack of money in the palm of his hand was extremely hot. He glanced at the stack of banknotes in his hand The money was extremely cheap in his eyes, but the woman thought about it for a long time, but she took out the best thing she could give in exchange He had a pile of bills that he thought was nothing.

Although a bowl of scallion oil noodles, the outside can not sell much money for a bowl.

The man in the car, staring at the woman under the street lamp for a long time, slowly opened his mouth: "good."

Once upon a time, he pushed the door and got out of the car. He walked around the front passenger seat and opened the door for her.

"Where is your dormitory?"

"Go ahead and I'll show you the way. Slow down, sir."

The car drove forward, turned left at the intersection, drove for a while, and stopped in an old community.

Two people got out of the car, the man wrung his eyebrows: "you live here?"

"Well. It's great here. " She was content to have a shelter. On the day she got out of prison, her most worry was not about what she would do in the future and how she would work in the future. At the moment she walked out of the prison gate, she was thinking: I can't go back to my cell tonight. Where am I going to live?

All the way to the building, took out the key, this key is the company's logistics, just a few days ago, just changed the lock of the dormitory door, and gave her a new key.

With a click, the door opened, and some of the old doors creaked slightly, "Sir, please come in."

Jane is not very talkative because of her voice Even she found it hard to hear.

"Sit down first." She put down what she had in her hands and turned into the kitchen room. Her plain apron, of course, was not the pink and green rural style of modern young people, but rather the old one. She looked a little ugly.

The man found a place where he could see the scene in the kitchen and sat down.

The woman's hands and feet are not agile, but she methodically boils water, cooks noodles, cuts scallions, fish noodles, pours oil, adds shallots to boil scallion oil Looking at it, he felt that he wanted to embrace the figure from behind her.

The noodles are hot with scallion oil and sprinkled with tender green shallots and a golden egg.

"Here you are, sir."

"You don't eat?"

Jane chuckled, shook his head and wiped his hands dry: "I ate in the company." Eating again is a waste of food.

The man will bowl of noodles to eat clean, then put down his chopsticks: "very delicious." He raised his head, looked at her and said, "you did it very carefully."

"Once upon a time, there was a man who liked to eat noodles with scallion oil. I thought, after I learned it, I would make it for him."

"What happened then?"

"Later Sir, you are the first person to eat my noodles with scallion oil

"What about yourself? Shouldn't I be the second one? "

"I ah, eat scallion all over itch, may be my psychological effect."

“……” The man suddenly raised his head: "you have been calling me sir, do you know my name?"

"A guest is a guest. What's his name, at most, is the addition of a title to Mr. Li, Mr. Zhang, and Mr. Wang." What's the family name? Does it matter to her?

The man's brown eyes twinkled. Then he took out his wallet and took out a stack of money. "I'll exchange it with you." as he said, he put a stack of money in his hand in front of Jane: "remember my name. My name is Kane. The money is the bargaining chip for you to remember my name. "

Jian Tong looks at a stack of money in front of her She was a little dumbfounded.

Then he looked up at the man in front of him: "as long as Remember your name? "

When, money, so easy to earn?

Jane Tong does not understand, some things, she can not understand, but, if Su Meng is here, must see clearly.

Kane's brown eyes twinkled, then chuckled, "of course." It's impossible. Just remember his name This is what he's hunting for now.Name It's just the first step.

"It's late. I have to go." Kane stood up. He was really tall. Jane stood beside him. He was a head short of him.

"Mr. Kane, I'll deliver..." You Before she finished speaking, Jian Tong opened her eyes. Her forehead was hot. Suddenly, she reached out and pushed away the person in front of her. She covered the forehead he had kissed: "what are you doing?"

There's a new wound there. It's just taken the stitches out.

No, that's not the point. The point is He can even kiss her lips, but not this place!

Jane was trembling all over!

Unprecedented anger, her tense look, betrayed her everything.

Kane did not answer, but his squinted eyes moved: "can't you?"

No!

Of course not!

Red with anger, she pointed at the door: "it's getting late, Mr. Kane, please leave!"

"I won't apologize to you." Kane's delicate chin rose slightly, and on her beautiful face, she was proud. Turning around, the slender thigh stepped out of the door of Jane children's dormitory, and stopped: "the wound is not cured, it will rot away."

A pun.

Jane Tong's red eyes, looking at the man disappeared in the door, her breathing some disorder, ears are his last words.

"It's none of your business! It's none of your business! " What do you know! Treatment? How to treat it? How to treat the ghost like she is now! What's the cure!

With the door still open, Jane took a deep breath and slowly exhaled his turbid breath. He went forward slowly, touched the door handle and closed the door.

There was a force of impact outside the door, and she staggered two steps.

"Qin Mu Mu?"

At the door, Qin Mu Mu was like a ghost, "Jane boy, you hypocritical villain!"