Chen Qing subconsciously raised her hand and pulled her collar, and then she reacted, the long dress she was wearing was not revealing at all, and the proportion was just right.

She had no choice but to put down her hand and squeeze out a smile to say hello: "Mr. Meng is also here?" What a coincidence. ”

When Meng Jing heard her words, his relaxed eyebrows furrowed again: "My people didn't pick you up?" ”

Chen was stunned for a moment, and as soon as he said the word "no", he grabbed his wrist.

"Forget it, come with me!" He casually put the glass to the side, and without saying a word, he pulled her away.

"Mr. Meng? My friend asked me to ......"

Looking at the other side, the words stopped abruptly, and Xu Huanhuan, who was still there, was gone.

Meng Jing didn't pay attention to her words at all, and took her to the other side of the venue before letting go.

"Don't talk until I ask you, just shake your head, remember?"

Although he bluntly refused the investment request, but the later meaning seemed to be negotiable, Chen hesitated for a moment, and nodded: "Remember." ”

Meng Jing relaxed his brows, and his face was slightly pale.

Chen Qing didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, although he was puzzled in his heart, he didn't say much, just stood quietly beside him and didn't say a word.

I don't know how long later, when the pastries on the long table had changed twice, she suddenly felt someone grab her shoulder.

Looking up, Meng Jing's expression was much gentler than not long ago, and the pastry she was holding was brought to her mouth at some point: "Taste, don't you like to eat this the most?" ”

Chen was stunned and coveted the delicate dim sum he had never seen before, and shook his head slowly as he said.

"No appetite?" Meng Jing's tone was extremely patient, and he took away the pastry and wiped the crumbs of zài for her with his thumb.

Before Chen Qing could answer his question with his shake, a female voice suddenly sounded: "Meng Jing." ”

Following the sound, a woman in a haute couture dress stood in front of her, her gaze swept over the hand on Chen Qing's shoulder, slightly unkind.

Meng Jing raised his eyebrows in surprise as if he had just seen her: "You are also there?" ”

"Come out, I want to talk to you." The woman's face was composed, and her gaze was fixed on his.

"And me?" Meng Jing smiled and lowered his eyes to look at Chen Qing, "I'll go out with her for a while, okay?" ”

He seemed gentle, but the hand on his shoulder secretly increased his strength, Chen pursed his lips lightly, and shook his head again against the hostility in the woman's eyes.

Meng Jing was embarrassed, but his eyes flashed: "I'm sorry, my baby doesn't want me to go away." ”

"Meng Jing! You ......"

He was too lazy to deal with it, so he lowered his head and asked Chen Qing again: "Are you bored, do you want to stop holding on for a while?" We'll be back later. ”

Chen Qing understood what he meant, and was very cooperative, shaking his head cowardly.

Without looking at Meng Jing's expression, Chen Qing could guess what was going on in his heart, and sure enough, he coaxed a few words, then 'conformed to her mood', and turned around to leave.

The woman was left behind, and his name was called twice, and he was deaf and steady, with every step graceful, but in fact extremely fast.

Chen Qing was almost coerced, Meng Jing didn't really take her out, walked to a far and remote corner, and made sure that he couldn't see the place just now, so he stopped.

There were not many people around, Meng Jing stopped acting, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and said lightly while wiping his hands: "You have a good reaction, I will consider the matter of investment." ”

didn't care about her mood at all, just wiped the hand that had just taken her in front of her.

Chen Qing's expectant heart was instantly cold, and he was speechless for a while. He didn't take her seriously at all, and it was really hard to judge how much of what he promised was true or false.

Xu Huanhuan is right, this person can't be counted on.

"It's my honor to be able to help Mr. Meng......" she smiled and sighed in her heart.

Forget it, just pay him back, he helped her once, she also helped him once, two clear, even.

Meng Jing didn't say anything more, nodded, took a step out and stopped and told her: "You just met with her, find a place to nest tonight, don't go to a conspicuous place." ”

Chen Qing didn't speak, watched him walk away, stood for a while and was about to go to find Xu Huanhuan, one didn't pay attention, and the moment he turned around, he happened to collide with the black-clothed man who came out of the side door.

The difference between her and the other party's physique was too great, and even if they didn't use the slightest strength, she still fell to the ground solidly.

Chen Qing gasped when her bare elbow hit the cold ground, but when she looked up, she found that as the "weaker" side, not only did no one ask her if she was okay, but the big man who knocked her down was also in a row in front of her with extreme vigilance, along with several other burly men who were also wearing black suits.

The action of getting up paused, and Chen sat on the ground in a daze, unable to react.

Just as she was stunned, a calm male voice came faintly from behind them, slightly deep, but with a hint of fierceness: "Apologize." ”

Hearing this, several big men quickly got out of the way, and the one who knocked down Chen Qing immediately stepped forward to help her up, and then stood still and bowed to her.

"I'm sorry! Please forgive me! ”

Chen waved his hand lightly and said that it was okay, patted his skirt, and looked up half-curiously and half-subconsciously at the person who spoke before.

Momentarily stunned.

Meng Jing's silver-white suit is not low-key, but the blue worn by the man in front of him is even more flamboyant.

The figure is tall and magnificent, and his momentum is worthy of his pomp.

He glanced at Chen Qing, his eyes were flat, as if he was looking at every ordinary guest in the venue, and as if he was looking at all the unimportant passers-by in his life, A, B, and C, just for a second, he withdrew his attention.

The group led by him soon left.

He walked very fast, and he didn't even roll up a grain of dust, but in Chen Qing's heart, a sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun passed through in a moment.

She froze in place, standing stupidly, looking at his back as he faded away, as if she was frozen, unable to move.

She had painted that face countless times in her mind, and she remembered every detail clearly.

But he didn't remember her, or rather, didn't know her.

Yes, He Junyan...... I don't know Chen Qing at all.

After the lights were turned on in the dark room and the sound of slippers wiping the floor, Chen Qing threw his tired self into the small sofa.

In the living room without a clock, there was not even the sound of a needle tipping walking by, and it was eerily quiet.

Raising his head, his gaze slowly swept over the wall, and finally fixed on the dart board, Chen Qing was not good-looking, so he looked at it carefully.

She got up and went over, tore off the photo that was glued to the middle, and pursed her lips to look at it.

The photo is lying gently in the palm of his hand, as weightless as a feather, but the person in the picture is pierced with holes, and the traces are particularly eye-catching.

She gathered her palm, crumpled it into a ball, and pressed so hard that her fingernails pinched a small crescent mark in the palm of her hand.

After throwing it into the trash, Chen Qing returned to the sofa, and his eyes swept to the latest issue of the financial magazine on the coffee table.

Flipping through it casually, I saw He Junyan's name in a few pages, he occupied a lot of space, and the photos alone took up a page.

She had cut his picture out of the magazine and pasted it on a dartboard, something she had done many times. It doesn't take long for a photograph to be tied to a certain level, and you have to tear it up and re-paste it with a new one.

Normally she would do it, but not this time.

The scissors were next to the magazine, Chen lightly grabbed the handle of the knife, and poked the tip of the knife on the magazine, which was exactly where his lips were, and then the tip of the knife slowly moved down, and the page was scratched, and the end of the mark was his left chest.

On the page, a hole was poked out in the middle of He Junyan's heart.

A long, long time ago, before Chen Qing began to practice shooting darts with He Junyan's photos, there was an introverted girl who had the courage to write a simple and old-fashioned letter to her classmates at the same school.

For a person who is so nervous that he can't even speak well, it's already the limit.

The story is nothing more than two outcomes, good or bad. But she didn't get any answer.

The letter was opened and thrown on the floor of the hallway, and as she squeezed through the onlookers to retrieve the letter, there was a large, conspicuous shoe print in the center.

There is no rule in the world that one must be gentle with strangers, and that will result in the person being half responsible for his own recklessness.

If he were an outsider, Chen Qing probably wouldn't have any feelings.

It's a pity, it's a pity.

It was a letter that began with "He Junyan" and ended with "Chen Qing".