An Qingyue was really busy during this time, Su Qing didn't see her come back until midnight every time, and always begged her to make a supper to comfort the watering of the flowers of the motherland. She was alone in the room, and the atmosphere was lonely. The night was cool, walking on the road, the plane trees on the side of the street cast mottled shadows, the lights were blurred, there were no pedestrians anymore, and it was even more deserted, Su Qing couldn't help but shiver, strange, this weather is really cold.

The 24-hour convenience store is still open, and the brightly lit small convenience store is warm and happy in Su Qing's opinion. Su Qing pushed open the door and asked for a tea egg and a cup of coffee, seeing the hot tea egg and coffee served, Su Qing couldn't help but smile, amused by his mix.

The girl from the boss's house is very cute, Su Qing sat together and chatted generously, at this time, a familiar person came in, Su Qing was stunned for a moment, raised his hand, but was still a little stiff, "Hehe, Mr. Zhang!"

The person who came was Zhang Haocheng, and he didn't pay attention to Su Qing, but walked straight to the shelves and stomped over row by row, and then Su Qing saw Zhang Haocheng's eyes shining, and he was really curious, so he leaned over to look at it, and suddenly felt very frustrated-mothballs.

Ten seconds later, Su Qing took a cup of noodles by the way, turned around and walked to the table, Zhang Haocheng also took a cup where Su Qing took the noodles, and sat down next to Su Qing, Su Qing was a little strange, "I always think that bosses don't eat fireworks in the world!"

Zhang Haocheng raised his head, squinted his eyes, and glanced at me with disdain, "I don't know what to think in my head all day, I look old, and I will have basic needs, okay?" ”

Su Qing held his head and looked at him without scruples, when he saw him for the first time, he was wearing glasses, Si Swenwen, he felt that the effect was surprisingly good, and he had the potential to be a warm man, and now his cold and sharp eyes exuded a cold and elegant atmosphere, but he also had the feeling of a domineering president.

Su Qing asked curiously, "Are you short-sighted?"

He shook his head, "The main thing is radiation protection, and I use flat mirrors." Then he added, "I have a sister who is farsighted, and she wears reading glasses. ”

Su Qing buried her head in eating, thinking, what does your sister's farsightedness have to do with me, and no one cares about her sister. The noodles were soaked, Su Qing first took a sip of the soup, and felt that it was hot on his body, who said that the meal was full of lust, Su Qing didn't seem to be very interested in handsome guys after he was full, anyway, now after work, Su Qing provoked her arrogant eyes, stared at him coldly for a while, and turned away.

After chatting about some inconsequential topics, Su Qing felt that Zhang Haocheng was not so high-minded.

The replay of "I Am a Singer" was playing on the TV in the shop, and when Su Qing heard Xu Jiaying's singing, she immediately turned her head to listen and hummed along with the rhythm.

"The post-90s are all like this category. Zhang Haocheng said.

"What, I like the old wolf too, my brother wolf is also mighty, okay? Su Qing immediately retorted.

"Did you watch this show?" Su Qing asked suddenly.

"I never look at it, but the younger sister at home often likes to watch it, and it's just okay to look at it. ”

It's this sister again, Zhang Haocheng doesn't leave his sister for a word, I really doubt if he has a sister complex.

"What I don't like the most is Zhang Xinzhe, because I think he is a bit of a work, and the songs he chooses are too purposeful, and he is too strong in his desire to win, and he is not so exemplary at all. Wu Xin still likes him so much, Wu Xin, do you know? It's the host who came to beat someone else, oh, you definitely don't know, where did the singer's feelings go, oh my God, will Zhang Xinzhe's fans be here, will they rush out to beat me. After Su Qing finished speaking, he looked around, and Zhang Haocheng couldn't help laughing when he saw Su Qing talking eloquently.

"You like celebrities so much?" Zhang Haocheng asked curiously.

"It's okay, even though there are thousands of stars, I still like our family's curly fortune. Su Qing immediately made a silly look full of happiness, Juan Fu, Juan Fu, what a charming man.

"What breed?" Zhang Haocheng couldn't help asking.

"What breed?" Oh my God, Zhang Haocheng wouldn't think that Juan Fu was a dog, Su Qing suddenly felt that there was nothing to love, her idol!

Su Qing tried to calm his mood and popularized science: "Chinese name: Benedict Cumberba, aliases: BC, Ben, Juanfu, Missing Master, Benny." Olivier Award for Best Actor, Hollywood Film Award for Best Actor...... All in all, word by word, my idol. After Su Qing finished speaking, she rolled her eyes and gave it to Zhang Haocheng, these days, there are really a lot of old-fashioned people.

"British Drama Critics Circle Award for Best Actor. Zhang Haocheng said coldly, shocking Su Qing.

"You know?" Su Qing was a little surprised.

"That's a must, I'm not my dad. Zhang Haocheng raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Su Qing and Zhang Haocheng talked a lot with each other and became a little more familiar.

Su Qing looked at her phone, An Qingyue was almost there, and she bought a bunch of snacks and was going to give her a supper, and Zhang Haocheng's face money Su Qing ended by the way.

Su Qing stretched out his hand to pull the door, but Zhang Haocheng opened the glass door before her, "I'll send you back." ”

"No, just a few steps away. Goodbye, Mr. Zhang. Su Qing waved his hand.

"Hey—" Zhang Haocheng stopped her.

Su Qing turned around and saw Zhang Haocheng standing at the door of the convenience store, and suddenly felt a little in a trance, what kind of family can teach arrogant and arrogant people.

"Can you call me by my name next time I'm not in the company? Zhang Haocheng smiled bitterly.

Su Qing replied with a meaningful smile, "Okay, General Manager Zhang Haocheng." Then he hummed a song and walked away, carrying the bag, swinging and swinging, and his heart fluctuated slightly.

After dinner, he sent her back, because Su Qing was still thinking about what he had just met Qin Mo, he had been absent-minded. She was silent, and finally spoke: "Thank you!"

Zhang Haocheng's deep and narrow eyes squinted at her to the right: "You're welcome, we can be regarded as friends." ”

"I've arrived. "The car was parked in front of a building in the community.

"Thank you and goodbye!"

I watched the shadow fade away until a window on the dark fifth floor lit up. Sitting in the car, he didn't move for a long time, and after a long time, there was a soft sound of the car starting, and the silver-white sports car disappeared into the night......

The night sky of the city is inseparable from the bar, and the urban people are inseparable from the bar, so people need to forget and indulge in the busy. The bar's lights are bright, the music is sluggish, and the crowd on the dance floor is already in a state of flux. A man sat alone in the corner, the light turning to him from time to time, and the light loomed on his well-defined face.

"Still can't put it down?" A woman asked in his ear.

He was silent, feeling frustrated, and didn't know where the courage had gone. The beautiful amber liquid in the cup shines. The other hand is casually placed on the back next to the sofa, and in the eyes of outsiders, there is an indescribable grace.

Jiang Duyun, Qin Mo's secretary, from the time when she was talking about business before, she found that Qin Mo was very wrong, and her emotions were unpredictable, so she was really not at ease, so she followed him to this bar-Weiyang.

Jiang Duyun tried to reach out to touch Qin Mo, he frowned slightly, and removed his hand without a trace. Seeing this, the woman was full of disappointment, and the sadness that could not be hidden in her eyes was circulating.

Jiang Duyun, since she was a child, has always liked Qin Mo, but he has never meant anything else to her, she is very disappointed. The playmates of childhood sweethearts may be destined to go their separate ways, but she still grasps the simple expectations and does her best by his side.

Qin Mo looked at the swaying crowd on the dance floor, but what always appeared in his mind was that pair of clear eyes, which could not be dispersed.

He still remembers that afternoon four years ago, when he was shooting in the city with a digital camera, and the picture in his lens was constantly changing, and he knew that the purest of all kinds of people was white, passing in front of his eyes, standing on the opposite street corner and crying so sadly, tears rolling down his cheeks like beads with broken threads.

This book was first published on Kanshu.com