On the night of only the street lamp, Han Dong also saw her complete appearance up close for the first time.

The most intuitive thing is a pair of eyes as bright as morning stars.

Thorough, crystal clear, without any impurities.

Under the light of the street lamp, Han Dong was a little awkward and looked away.

She doesn't have a sharp temperament, and she can't talk about sharpness.

There is only a kind of fairy aura on the body, which makes people only dare to watch from a distance and dare not play with it.

It's fairy energy, and you don't need to look closely, you will feel spontaneously.

Judging from the time of her debut, she should be above thirty years old.

Only in all aspects, Han Dong was a little skeptical that he had made a mistake in his judgment. Because, her aura is not at all the same as that of a thirty-year-old.

If the other party doesn't say that he is Jiang Yuwei, he will definitely only regard him as the same age as himself at first sight.

When Wang Jian saw her, he hurriedly turned around and walked over to talk in a low voice.

Pointing and pointing, he looked at Han Dong from time to time.

A smile appeared in Jiang Yuwei's eyes, indicating that it was okay, and then she officially looked at the man standing in front of the car not far away.

Thin, young, decent in appearance, not annoying.

If there is something that stands out, it is his natural posture.

The whole body is like a line, and she has rarely seen such a state in others.

She bypassed Wang Jian and walked over, standing still, slightly half a head shorter than Han Dong.

With her eyes raised, she kindly stretched out her hand: "Thank you for helping to call the police today." ”

Han Dong hesitated for a moment, staring at the other party's white, slender, and delicate palm. Subconsciously wiped his left hand on his body, and then held it with her.

Up close, the temperature of the palm, and the unique taste from her.

made Han Dong realize that there was something wrong with his mental condition.

In fact, it's not just him, I'm afraid any man standing in front of Jiang Yuwei will be like this.

Even if she is gentle and friendly, she still has an unusual arrogance in her bones.

Seeing her, Han Dong seemed to suddenly understand why some women could be called goddesses. He has also met a lot of excellent women, but the only one who can make him feel this way just by his temperament is Bai Yalan, who he met for the first time.

Completely different, each with its own merits.

Suppressing his abnormality, Han Dong was a little embarrassed: "Miss Jiang, I'm really sorry......"

When talking, politely let go.

Jiang Yuwei was a little surprised, she was used to seeing some men panicking in front of her, even if she had money and power, she would inevitably behave abnormally. I didn't expect this ordinary man I met on the street to behave so decently and calmly.

smiled: "No need to apologize. You help me out of the siege, and I should help you do some small things. However, don't follow the car next time, it's too dangerous. ”

Han Dong agreed, and asked instead, "Is it convenient for Miss Jiang to sign it?"

"Of course!"

Han Dong's heart was relieved, and he hurriedly rummaged through his pockets, but he didn't find a suitable thing to sign. Afraid of delaying her time, I opened the car door and rummaged through the ...... After all, he has never had experience chasing stars, and he seems to have forgotten to prepare things that need to be autographed.

Jiang Yuwei was not in a hurry, just waiting in place.

This person is also interesting enough, at first I thought that he was asking for an autograph in the name of his so-called sister. Now it seems that it may really be for someone else.

Wang Jian was secretly impatient: "You are not finished, Miss Jiang is still in a hurry." ”

"Right now, right away!"

Jiang Yuwei glanced at Wang Jian and asked him not to urge. turned around and went back to the car to take a book that had not yet been read, and wrote a paragraph in the blank space of the first page with a signature pen.

The font is not artistic, beautiful, generous, and neat.

It looks much more comfortable than those fonts that are flying and dancing and can't be seen clearly.

The assistant thought to himself that this guy was really cheap: "Hey, don't look for it." The name has been signed, hurry up and move the car. ”

Han Dong turned around, stepped forward with a little embarrassment, took the book, and thanked him.

Jiang Yuwei signaled that it was okay, and was about to go back to the car, when she heard the man behind her call out to her again: "Miss Jiang, can I take another photo of you, just one." ”

The assistant was annoyed: "Don't you have to move an inch." ”

"I don't mean anything else......"

When Jiang Yuwei heard this, her smile faded.

She didn't even want the media to take pictures, so how could she let a young man take pictures of her at night.

No longer responded, nor did he look at Han Dong anymore. Get in the car and close the door.

Han Dong smiled bitterly, and had the intention to pick up his mobile phone to take two photos secretly, but he felt that it was really rude.

However, with this signature, it can be regarded as giving Xia Mingming an explanation, which should be enough.

Seeing that others ignore him, he no longer pays attention to him, and he doesn't continue to talk about himself. It's also about getting in the car and leaving directly.

He's not going to be in the mood for someone to give an autograph. The reason why I didn't want to follow my face for so long was simply to give Xia Mingming, who had suffered a setback in the workplace, a little comfort.

After Han Dong left, Wang Jian also started the car.

"Miss Jiang, this kind of person is eighty percent uneasy and kind, you are too kind. ”

The assistant followed: "Yes, I don't think that guy is a good thing." He said that he called the police, who knows if it's true or not!"

Jiang Yuwei motioned for the two to stop, and glanced ahead, the person's headlights were almost unclear.

Inexplicably, shaking his head and laughing.

Her vision of people will not be affected by others.

The man who didn't even know his name just now was indeed a little different. Some, it seems, is familiar.

"Brother Jian, have you seen that person just now?"

"No......"

Jiang Yuwei frowned and thought.

But it may be that things have been complicated recently, and I can't think of any clues.

The assistant was taken aback: "Sister, according to what you say, it's really a little familiar...... It seems to be the one who was exposed in the news a few days ago and has a not very clean relationship with his sister-in-law......"

Jiang Yuwei glared: "I said earlier, others are the same, can entertainment news be believed?"

She doesn't pay attention to the news, and intuitively, the feeling that Han Dong gives him is not the familiarity brought by the news.

……

Han Dong returned to Bai Yalan's house.

Late at night, the bed that the two of them shared yesterday seems a little too lonely today.

After taking a shower, I was bored and took out the book signed by Jiang Yuwei.

The title of the book is "Rhetoric", and most of the specific lyrics and music in it are detailed explanations of some classic songs, and the original author is a former Nobel Prize winner, a British musician.

Turning the first page, it was a passage written by Jiang Yuwei.

It seems to be a sentence in her lyrics, the font is neat and meticulous. Written casually, there is no difference between the distance between the words. The ornamentality is also extremely high.

I wasn't very interested in music, but after really opening the book and reading it, Han Dong forgot about sleep for a short time and turned the pages one by one.

This is clearly a book dressed in music, but it is more psychophilosophical.

Every song is a life, and people can't help but be interested in watching it and being attracted.

Eyes, dry.

When Han Dong looked back and noticed his watch, he closed the book and turned off the light.

Sudden darkness, accompanied by the slight sound of breathing. The room, slowly and quietly.