Chapter 1357 Melancholy

Jiang Yi nodded, sat down, crossed his legs and asked: "Ci Ci, what are we having for dinner?"

"Let's go out. Fu Ziyan and the others sent a message."

The day before the engagement party, the two planned to invite friends to dinner alone, and Jun Ci just received the message.

Such an invitation must be accepted.

Jiang Yi's smile disappeared. He originally thought that he could have a candlelight dinner alone with Jun Ci when he came back, but after all, it was their invitation, so he didn't say anything.

When he was about to go out, Jiang Yi went into his bedroom to take a shower and change clothes. He saw that there was one computer missing from his desk. After taking a shower, he came out with a hair dryer and asked, "Where did you move the computer in my room, Ci Ci?"

"Ah..."

Jun Ci walked over and took the hair dryer from his hand: "I'll dry it for you. The computer has been moved to the study. I've played with it a few times."

She found a place to plug in the power cord, pulled out a stool for Jiang Yi, and patted Jiang Yi's head. Jiang Yi sat on the stool obediently, lowered his head, and his unclear voice came from the sound of the wind: "Why did you move to the study? If you play in my room, wouldn't it be fine?"

Nonsense, if you see Piano and the Little Spy teaming up to play a dungeon, do you still want the world view?

She didn't say anything. The Little Spy and Little Ci next to her were having fun. Only Piano was standing at the kitchen door very sadly, looking reluctantly into the study.

Maybe he had been addicted to games for a long time recently, and he was a little depressed when he couldn't play suddenly.

The son of the dog, the cello, was eating his dog food happily with his butt sticking out.

Piano glanced at her silly son, then glared at the culprit. Jun Ci received Piano's gaze, sneered to express her disdain, turned around to blow Jiang Yi's hair, and turned her back to Piano.

Piano: Trashy chicken!

She faced Jiang Yi, and Jiang Yi put his hand on her waist. Because he had been bored with his head down, the buzzing sound was too loud, and the boy didn't talk much, Jiang Yi moved his fingers around her waist dishonestly.

He seemed to be playing some melody, and his slender fingertips danced around the boy's waist, ticking.

Jun Ci moved his waist slightly, and took the opportunity to pat Jiang Yi's head: "Be honest, it's itchy."

The itchy flesh on the waist is originally a sensitive point, and Jiang Yi's touch makes people feel like shrinking.

Jiang Yi stopped moving immediately.

But he still kept his fingers there, as if he was holding her waist.

She was used to wearing loose clothes, so apart from being able to see that the boy was very thin, she could not see anything else. But only after holding it like this, Jiang Yi discovered that the boy's waist was surprisingly thin. If they were slightly together, both of her palms could be wrapped around it.

How could the boy have such a strong explosive power with such a slender waist?

Even the burly-looking men like Instructor Song were not his opponents, let alone others.

But looking at her, it was really hard to tell.

His heart moved slightly, and he wanted to look up at Jun Ci. As soon as he raised his head, he was forced to press it down: "I told you not to move. If you can't blow dry, don't go out!"

Although his hair was a crew cut, it would take several minutes to blow dry. He was restless after only one or two minutes.

Jiang Yi hummed unhappily, and the little spy next to him glanced at him, tutted lightly, and pulled Xiao Ci to turn in another direction: Don't look, these two people are an eyesore.

As he turned around, he saw the very melancholy piano next to him.