It was late at night. Zhang Weimo had a hearty dinner. She sat on the sofa in the living room and touched the fat on her belly: "I'm a pig. Sure enough, foodies still need to exercise. I can't sit still if I don't."

Move the thin man."

With that said, she immediately went back to her room and put on the sportswear she had bought a long time ago but had never worn. She tied her hair into a tight ponytail and vowed to run for an hour tonight.

When he went out, he put on the hood of his hoodie, took out the key and locked the door. When he turned around, he bumped into Wen Yiran, who was about to run at night. In the narrow corridor, they were very close to each other, and he looked down on him.

She was covered by the hat. She raised her head and finally revealed her eyes, which were as clear as jade and sparkling. He lowered his head and looked at her face. The skin on her cheeks was slightly red, and her mouth was slightly pouted.

As if acting cute, her entire height only reached his collarbone, and she smelled the faint scent of perfume on his body. The two quickly separated, she hurriedly walked in front, and he followed closely behind.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, the Shuangcheng City was not as lively and lively as Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou. There were not many people on the road, and some convenience stores were still open. It was not as hot at night as during the day, so the two people wearing hats did not look out of place.

Zhang Weimo ran along the road with few buildings, and so did Wen Yiran. He ran slowly and silently behind her, trying to stay 50 meters away from her. Of course she could sense the people behind her from the front.

When you turn a corner, you keep looking behind you with your peripheral vision.

After running for about half an hour, she gradually ran out of energy and stopped from time to time to bend over to breathe. He also began to sweat profusely. Zhang Weimo stopped and started walking slowly.

He couldn't help but follow her, getting closer and closer until he appeared beside her. They walked side by side for a while, but he didn't know what to say.

"Do you work around here?" He started to talk to her.

"Hmm." She only uttered this word from her vocal cords, but he did not feel indifferent.

"When I met you in Xiamen before, I thought you worked there." He said to himself.

"Let me guess, I met you in Xiamen before and also in Beijing, which means you don't have to work during the summer vacation. You should be a teacher!" He said excitedly, as if he was a bit familiar, but he was very friendly to others.

I have never been so enthusiastic.

"Yeah." She still only answered this one word.

Wen Yiran thought she was afraid that her status as an artist would affect her, and continued: "Can I make a friend?"

She didn't speak for a while, and finally stopped and looked at him in confusion and asked, "Why do you want to be friends with me?"

He was speechless by her question. To be honest, he didn't know why he wanted to be friends with her, but he just said that.

Zhang Weimo didn't expect that he would make friends with her, nor did she expect that she would ask him why, and her tone was not friendly. She was cold by nature and was not a person who made many friends in life.

There were less than 100 people. Thinking about it again, her coldness and arrogance seemed to have a reason.

They walked together for a while, and occasionally one or two cars passed by on the road, but there was only the sound of cars passing by, and they remained silent.

After the night run, Zhang Weimo slowly walked towards his home in the community. Wen Yiran quickly ran into the convenience store downstairs in the community and bought two bottles of water, and then ran to catch up with her in front: "Here, additional information

Get some water."

She was stunned, so he directly stuffed the bottled water he bought into her arms and still smiled at her. This time she did not refuse. She thought: If she asks him again why he gave her water, then she can see for herself

It may seem impolite.

The two walked slowly up the stairs, step by step, as if they had developed a tacit understanding. The sensor lights were on from the first floor to the third floor.

Before they all took out their keys and opened the door, Zhang Weimo suddenly turned around and said to him: "We are already friends."

After saying that, she walked into the house, and he was still stunned. After closing the door, Zhang Weimo leaned against the door, realizing what he had just said. Wen Yiran seemed very happy. After entering the door, he looked at himself
Chapter completed!