Chapter 121 (1/2)

Along the way, Xu Wentao talked freely. Instead of being gentle and restrained at ordinary times, he talked with the two people in the car about his life ideal, from poetry and songs to romance and snow moon.

Ji Changle turned her eyes. Ji Wei responded to him sentence by sentence. When she heard her response, Xu Wentao had a better chat. He still had some meaning when the two got off the bus.

The two men got out of the car and watched the black car leave. They both breathed a sigh of relief and looked at each other. They were all funny.

Ji Changle explained awkwardly for his teacher: ”my teacher, he is usually very nice and doesn't talk much.”

Then he felt a little funny, and couldn't help bending over with joy.

Ji Wei also pursed her mouth and smiled with him.

The two people laughed for a while before Ji Changle took her upstairs.

This is an old-fashioned building. The bricks on the floor are a little loose. The stairwell is piled with unknown sundries. The light is dark. The light on stamping your feet can't light up. It seems to be broken.

Ji Changle took Ji Wei's hand and slowly went upstairs. Ji Wei tripped over sundries from time to time. As a last resort, she had to turn on the handset function in her mobile phone.

Although the light is weak, it can also illuminate the road a foot away in front.

Changle family lives on the sixth floor. There is no elevator in such an old building. The two people go up step by step.

In front of the house, there was a loud sound of music. Changle asked her to wait. He knocked at the door.

After five or six minutes, someone came and opened the door.

At the moment the door opened, a light was lit inside, and the sound of shocking music swept out from inside. Men and women laughed and made a noise. Ji Wei couldn't help covering her ears, and the pungent smell of tobacco rushed out. Ji Changle coughed uncomfortably.

Standing in the door was a young man with his hair up and dyed red. He stood there foolishly in slippers, with a burning cigarette in his hand, and his face was a little impatient.

By the light in the door, his eyes swept around Ji Wei. Seeing her clear eyes looking at herself, he couldn't help shaking his heart. The smoke in his hand almost didn't fall down and burned his pants.

”Chang, Chang Le, how did you come back?”

Ji Changle was obviously unhappy when he saw the young man at his home. He only looked at Ji Wei for fear that she would come back to her second home on a whim and be unhappy to see such a miasma.

When two men and a woman were standing in front of the door, the girl who was making fun in the room was impatient and came to find him.

”Xu Wensi, what are you doing? Open the door and don't come back for so long? Dead outside. ”

The girl wore an explosive head, a red shirt on her upper body, a pair of briefs on her lower body, and a pair of flip flops at her feet.

Behind the young man, he didn't see where it was. He pulled up the young man's head and held it in his hands. It was a French kiss. The chirp was loud and straightforward, and the saliva was intertwined with each other.

Ji Wei frowned and covered Ji Changle's eyes until the girl made out with a reluctant young man.

Until then, the girl let go of the young man's head, glanced at Ji Wei, who covered Changle's eyes, and said disdainfully, ”don't pretend to be a bitch in front of my sister. Ji Changle doesn't see my sister making out with others at home. And who are you? Why did you come home with my brother? ”

Ji Wei glanced at Changle and saw him blushing, staring angrily at her own sister. She said angrily, ”Ji Changmei, you're lying at home again. Didn't I tell you? If you want waves, you can go out and wave! Don't bring anyone else to our house! ”