follow my heart

Chapter 59

The corners of Ji Wan's lips were lightly pursed, and her heart beat quickened by her undisguised blunt words and smile.

She couldn't help being silent, she was always silent when she was shy.

Meng Buqing watched her words and expressions, looked at her teasingly, and asked half jokingly and half seriously: "Mr. Ji, can I carry you into the room?"

"you……"

Ji Wan glared at her, speechless for a moment.

Meng Buqing breathed lightly, telling himself to take his time and not to worry.

The conversation changed: "I have nothing to do in the afternoon. How long has it been since you went to the gym?"

Ji Wan opened her mouth, then shook her head in resistance and said, "I just woke up, this time is not suitable for exercise."

"This time is not suitable yet, so it won't be suitable until midnight!" Meng Buqing urged her, "Go change your clothes and go out now."

Ji Wan said slowly: "I remembered, do you still have work—"

Meng Buqing interrupted her leisurely: "You can go for a run with your computer in your arms. There is a leisure area over there, and some people will exercise while working."

Ji Wan: "..."

What a pervert.

She couldn't say no to Meng Buqing, so she had to go upstairs.

When he turned his back, he showed a miserable expression.It's terrible, this little guy will definitely be her personal trainer again.

The two walked to the gym in the mall next door.When the young lady on duty at the counter saw Meng Buqing, a smile appeared on her face: "You haven't been here for a long time!"

"Yes, I haven't been here for a long time." Meng Buqing smiled at her. After swiping the card, he stood still and wanted to chat a few more words and said, "In the future, I will always..."

Ji Wan went in with her hands in her pockets.

"I'll keep coming." Meng Buqing hurriedly finished, ending the topic.

Quickly walked a few steps to catch up with her, and asked teasingly, "Walking so fast, suddenly you can't wait to run?"

"It looks like you're going to chat for a long time," Ji Wan walked straight towards the treadmill she used before, with a natural tone, "I won't bother you."

Meng Buqing rubbed her chin, unable to tell if she was jealous.

In the end, I can only honestly say: "No, the purpose of my coming here is to watch you exercise, of course I can only look at you, and if I want to chat, I will chat with you."

"..."

Ji Wan stepped onto the treadmill, the corners of her lips curled up, and she smiled helplessly.

Consciously pressed the start button.

Meng Buqing obediently stayed by and watched her, not talking to her for fear that her distraction would affect her physical strength.After a while, the treadmill showed more than 400 meters.

Ji Wan's breath was chaotic, and she already wanted to reach out and press the pause button.

"Run for a while," Meng Buqing couldn't bear to look directly at the bleak data of this elementary school student, and blocked her movement, "Keep running at this speed for another 100 meters, at least make up 500 meters."

Ji Wan heard the words and continued to run.

She stared at the floor-to-ceiling glass in front of her, the blue sky and white clouds, and the pedestrians walking slowly below.Under the condition of slight hypoxia, in order to divert her attention, she began to think about some fragments in the novel randomly.

Suddenly, she remembered that about the story of Qin Zhaoru and Nanyuan, there was a plot that was not included in the text, and she was afraid that the readers would cry for three days after reading it.

In fact, it should be written, and it is right to make readers cry. If you don’t cry a few times, you still feel that the story is weak.

Turn out the draft when you get home and add it to the text!

"I really can't run anymore..." After thinking about it, Ji Wan turned her face and stared at Meng Buqing resentfully.

She looked like she was about to fall off the treadmill at any moment.

Meng Buqing had no choice but to adjust her to walking speed, clapped her hands and tried to praise and said: "It's already 600 meters, you are so good, let's continue after walking a few steps. The progress is so fast, and the future can be expected!"

Ji Wan glanced to the side, wondering if she could leave her behind and run home quickly.

No matter how I thought about it, I felt that I would be caught back, so I closed my eyes in despair.

Meng Buqing looked at her expression and thought it was funny, "Why is it so painful for you to run? Why don't I tell you a joke, you have to treat running as a fun thing."

"..."

Meng Buqing recalled it for a long time, and remembered a cold joke that he saw somewhere: "One day, a mug and a teacup were shopping, and suddenly a car came and honked the horn. As a result, the mug ran away, and the teacup was smashed by the car. Yes, do you know why?"

"..."

"Because mugs have ears, but teacups don't."

After Meng Buqing finished one lecture, he went on to the next one, trying hard to make Ji Wan's exercise process happy.After she finished speaking, "The polar bear plucked its hair boredly, and said something while plucking, it's so cold."

Ji Wan couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Shut up..."

Two words are slow and powerful.

It seems to have been brewing for a long time.

Meng Buqing quickly shut up.Isn't it funny that she puffed up her face?

finally.Ji Wan ran away for most of the day, and when she saw the treadmill jumping to a full kilometer, she immediately pressed pause.

"I'm done."

"..."

Meng Buqing was about to open his mouth, but seeing how hard she was working, he couldn't bear to speak anymore.

Ji Wan tried her best to hold her breath, and stared at her, "Shall we go home?" Her hair was disheveled, and her pair of peach blossom eyes shone with water, which seemed a little lovely.

Seeing how she was blushing hot and panting slightly, Meng Buqing tried his best to hold back the desire to kiss her forcefully.

can not do this.

Meng Buqing looked sideways at the people not far away, now in public.

So when the words came to his lips, they suddenly turned into a promise: "Okay, then we're going home."

—

Along the way, Meng Buqing was imagining something in his head, and he was much more silent than usual.

Until you open the door and enter the house.

Ji Wan went into the kitchen, washed her hands, and made a cup of hot tea.

She went to the writing table and sat down, thinking about the thoughts she had just had in the gym.The plot in the draft needs to be redesigned before it can be added to the main text.

Meng Buqing sat on the sofa beside her, silent.

Ji Wan has almost come up with the idea.Seeing her here, it's not convenient to write, so I just took out my phone and read the ups and downs on Weibo first.

Lots of retweets and comments.

Lin Liang has not responded yet.

Ji Wan finished reading, thought for a while, and then glanced at Meng Buqing beside her.

In the end, I couldn't hold back and searched for users, and it was still the simple pink graffiti avatar: [晓看天使看云]

Click into the home page.

Xiao looked at the sky and looked at the cloud at dusk: [Little baby called me at twelve o'clock in the evening, saying that he dreamed of me, and cried while talking... Oh my god, I really want to go home. ]

Ji Wan's heart skipped a beat, and she sank straight to the bottom.

Something doesn't feel right very quickly.

Looking at the time, at twelve o'clock last night, Meng Buqing was sleeping next to him.Where's the time to call?

She slept soundly, but she didn't fall asleep much all night.

Ji Wan scrolled down in confusion, and after reading two or three small diaries, she realized that Weibo should not be used by Meng Buqing.Can't help but put the phone on the table and ask:

"Who is this man."

"How do I know..." Meng Buqing glanced at the unknown nickname and avatar.

Ji Wan said in a deep tone: "The one bound is your mobile phone number."

"What?" Meng Buqing glanced again.

This name reminded her, "Oh, I have a classmate named Zuo Xiaoyun. She played with me the best. She asked me to borrow an extra mobile phone number to bind the trumpet."

Ji Wan: "...I thought it was you."

"What did she post?" Meng Buqing naturally wanted to hold her mobile phone.

Ji Wan's movements froze, and then she remembered that she logged into a trumpet specially used to watch the news.

So let her take it.

Meng Buqing found that Zuo Xiaoyun was really careless.

A lot of things and secrets in the school were written in the small diary, and the search function in the address book was not turned off.

Although the real information was not written at all, the names of people and places that appeared were also aliased.But people who know her can still clearly guess who is who.

Roughly read a few articles.

Meng Buqing raised his face, looked at her, and asked with puzzled eyes: "Why do you think it's me? This kind of small diary, this kind of silly and sweet style, could it be me?"

"Aren't you also..." Ji Wan pursed her lips when she thought of her Weibo account, which was filled with hot confession and silly words for herself.

The second half of the sentence was not finished.

But she didn't know, Meng Buqing could guess what she was thinking.

"..."

Recalling that not long ago, she also snatched the Christmas hut made by Ji Wan herself, and took a photo to express her love to Qi Min.Meng Buqing blushed a little, embarrassed.

She raised her hand and rubbed her nose, then changed the subject and asked, "Do you really think that's me?"

"Hmm... She didn't post so many Weibo before, and I didn't read the later ones." Ji Wan slightly turned her eyes away, and whispered, "I think it might not be good to peek like this."

This is a bit of a lie.

In fact, I dare not look at it, for fear that my peaceful life will be broken.In some ways, she has always lacked courage.

Meng Buqing turned to the back curiously, and glanced at the first few posts.

It quickly turned to: [...and I don't want to get married at all, but I want to talk about a boyfriend... I don't want to get married and live in someone else's house.I also know that this is very strange, and I dare not tell anyone. ]

The corners of her lips twitched, and she said dissatisfiedly: "Have you seen this before? This one was posted very early, don't you think it's strange?"

"..."

Ji Wan was silent for a few seconds, then nodded, "It's strange."

She looks a little good.

"You, then you still treat it as me." Meng Buqing was amused, and laughed a few times, not sure if he was angry or smiling and asked, "You think I'm a straight girl, and you want to find a boyfriend but don't want to get married? Play?"

Ji Wan didn't speak.

"Then you...then why are you still talking to me?" Meng Buqing suddenly thought of this.Staring at Ji Wan, she asked softly, "You still want me to kiss you?"

The rays of sunlight outside the window took away the light bit by bit, and in a blink of an eye, the room became much darker.As the tea became warmer, Ji Wan picked it up and took a sip, her eyelashes drooping.

Then he said, "I can't help it."

The words are light.

Meng Buqing stared at her drooping face, her whole heart melted into a mess.His throat slipped, and after a while, he murmured, "You like me so much."

Ji Wan raised her eyes and glanced at her, with a sense of helplessness and tolerance in her eyes.

"You do not know?"

"Well," Meng Buqing glanced at the sofa and the empty seat next to her, and simply squatted down next to her legs, folded his hands on her legs, and raised his face to look at her, "Teacher Ji taught me how to solve the problem. "

The voice is soft so it looks very gentle, and the incomparably natural coquettish posture is affectionate and sweet.I wanted to bow down and kiss her forehead.

Ji Wan couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.

She stared at the light in the little girl's eyes, remained silent for a while, and said slowly: "I think it's normal for you to have all kinds of thoughts when you are young. And I also want to try after seeing you write that you don't want to get married." Try, can I keep you by my side forever."

"..."

"Do you remember, when you made an appointment to play billiards with Cui Youran, you cooked red dates and longan soup for me. Actually, I'm not that uncomfortable, I just want to try... see if I can keep you."

Ji Wan pursed her lips, took another sip of water, and lowered her eyes to stare at the cup.

Then he said softly: "Maybe I succeeded that time, so I dare to bet... I can succeed in the future."

Meng Buqing's voice was slightly hoarse, and he couldn't speak for a while.

She thought for a while, got up and sat opposite her, looked at her at the same level, and said seriously and seriously: "Then I have to tell you something."

Ji Wan responded: "Huh?"

"There is a concept in our mathematics called, there is and only. I fully understand this concept...Ji Wan is Meng Buqing's one and only. So you don't have anything to bet on, I belong to you."

The author has something to say:

Probably, want to stop more...

In the end, seeing how the outline was so sweet, I got up and wrote it again...