Jiang Di may be really tired. After Gu Jun went home, he no longer sneaked around with his mobile phone, and generously told me the QQ account password and asked me to check the post casually. I landed once in a while, and found that there was no more of him among his friends. My heart settled down a bit.

One day after dinner, Gu Jun asked me, "Qinglian doesn't have a boyfriend yet, right?" I nodded.

"One of my students is not bad, his parents are both civil servants, his family conditions are very good, and he has bought a house in Beijing. The young man is very energetic and has a good character. "Gu Jun, who has never cared about these things, actually said the matchmaker for the first time?

"Your student is too young, right?" I looked at Gu Jun's expression, and I couldn't see the clue.

"It's not small, I quit my job after working for a few years and went to graduate school, 27 years old. His parents invited me to dinner two days ago and asked me to come. You've seen it too, right? The last time you drank, Chu Jiapeng. Gu Jun said with a smile.

"Hmm. I answered. Qinglian's golden beetle son-in-law, let's just talk about it, I really expect that Zhao Yijing to be an old girl in this life.

After I said three baskets of good words, Yao Qinglian finally surrendered and agreed to meet him: "I can't lose meat if I see it once." Got flesh off by your ink. ”

The next day, I actively went to her to ask how it was, and Yao Qinglian spread her hands: "I also ate the rice, drank the wine, and talked about my thoughts." I couldn't help but be happy: "It's done?"

Yao Qinglian gave me a blank look: "People spit out the truth after drinking, saying that there are people they like." It's a pleasure to know my sister, sister? ”

After Yao Qinglian was stimulated by Chu Jiapeng's "sister", she accelerated her offensive against Zhao Yijing. Starting from Zhao Yijing's quiet and innocent little secretary Lian Xiaoru, shopping and watching movies in turn, he was ready to set out Zhao Yijing's daily trajectory and hobbies. As a result, the information that Lian Xiaoru fed back to her was that Zhao Yijing's whereabouts were uncertain and he was a person with no hobbies.

"So much information is in vain. Yao Qinglian cried and chatted with me.

I burst out laughing: "Look at the object you attacked, even Xiaoru estimated that she was eager to pounce, and would tell you?"

Yao Qinglian suddenly realized: "Sure enough, the married woman has seen it thoroughly." ”

I guess Yao Qinglian must have come up with this trick after reviewing Zhen Huan three times. One day, after work, he grabbed me and ran to the parking lot, pointed to a black car and said, "That's my royal car." ”

"What are you going to do?" I twitched.

"You'll find out later. Yao Qinglian raised her eyebrows, "There is no chance, and you have to create opportunities." The word "on" was particularly obscene by her.

I don't know how many laps I walked around with her in the shade of the parking lot, and I was sweating all over my body, and suddenly Yao Qinglian dragged me to the car, she bent her knees slightly, posed in a nice S-shape, and straightened her clothes in the rearview mirror.

There was a sound of powerful and fast footsteps behind me, and I turned my head to see that Zhao Yijing was walking over in the sunset and stopped beside us. He is very tall, calm and powerful step by step, and his silhouette is extraordinarily angular, with a kind of heart-shaking taste. It's just that this time I finally looked closely, there was a kind of familiarity, that familiarity came to the heart, I heard my heart "thump" twice hard, a little uncomfortable.

Yao Qinglian's light pink long skirt dragged the ground, but it really looked like a water lotus that was too shy to cool the breeze. The amorous Chong Zhao Yijing smiled, and a trace of shock flashed in the eyes of the silent man.

Yao Qinglian took two steps forward, pretending to be surprised: "Huh, Mr. Zhao, this is your car? I just wanted to borrow the mirror to touch up my makeup-" The words fell, the parking lot was full of small square bricks, and Yao Qinglian's slender high heels stumbled in the brick crack and pounced forward.

I instinctively wanted to help her, but Zhao Yijing had already reached over with one hand, and his voice was very calm: "Are you okay?"

Yao Qinglian's tears of pain came out: "My feet seem to be broken." ”

So it went with the flow, Zhao Yijing wanted to send Qinglian home, and suddenly remembered that there was another me, and turned his head: "Where do you live?"

I had just reacted from this bitter trick, and I hurriedly said: "I have something to go out, don't worry about me, don't worry about me." "Yao Qinglian is fishing for a golden beetle with her life, if I get in the car, she won't pick my skin.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched the black car slowly move out of sight. The second passing made me feel an inexplicable panic.