"Cousin!" Zhuang Yating suddenly squeezed in, "I sent you Sister-in-law Zhang's specialty dish," opened the food box, and the smell of fish lingered on the tip of her nose. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiao Qingyang raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you say that you shouldn't come to the factory?" ”

Zhuang Yating pouted, "I listen to you, I don't come to work in the factory, I can't send you some food, right?" ”

She pushed the plate on the table, "The food in the factory is not delicious, there is no oil and water at all, you see you, you have lost a lot of weight recently." ”

In fact, Xiao Qingyang lost weight, Zhuang Yating was still very happy in her heart, and finally had an excuse to come to the factory.

"Here, eat a piece of fish!" Zhuang Yating was very virtuous, and put the fish into Xiao Qingyang's bowl.

"Zhuang Yating, did you hear what I said?" Xiao Qingyang raised his voice, "You ......"

Xiao Qingyang was a little helpless, and he didn't know how to say it to understand that he just treated her as a sister.

"Liang Chaxiang, come, you can eat too." Zhuang Yating interrupted Xiao Qingyang's words and said to Liang Chaxiang with a smile.

Liang Chaxiang shook in fright, she didn't dare to eat Yating's things.

Besides, Zhuang Yating has always been cold to her, and she suddenly became friendly and cold, which really made her a little confused.

I can't help but think, she can't put poison in the fish, right?

Through what happened last time, Zhuang Yating also figured out that Liang Chaxiang, a ghostly girl, is really not easy to get cheap in her hands.

But she Zhuang Yating is not helpless, Liang Chaxiang, don't you hate me, don't you want to see me, I want to wander around in front of you, and let you not find fault and be angry with you.

In fact, it's not that Liang Chaxiang hates her, but that she hates Liang Chaxiang herself, and she has always been unable to get along with Liang Chaxiang.

Of course, if she has this awareness, then she is not Zhuang Yating.

Lao Dao is not having a good time these days, Zhuang Bohua asked him to kill Liang Chaxiang, but he has not found a chance to start, Zhuang Bohua looked at him more and more cold, Lao Dao was depressed, ran to the tavern to drink a meal, maybe in a bad mood, usually can drink five or six altars of Huadiao, today three altars of belly feel dizzy and lightheaded.

The old knife staggered down the street, his feet were weak, and he fell down and knocked over the street stalls.

"You damn drunkard, you're blind, hurry up and pay me something." The stall owner grabbed the old knife that had just risen from the ground.

The old knife shook his head and bared his tongue, "Just ...... Just these two ...... Break...... Broken crockpot...... It's worth shouting so much......"

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket, his face froze, and his words stopped.

All the money in his pocket made him change it into wine and drink it into his stomach.

The old knife touched his nose and coughed dryly, "Lao Tzu has no money today, tomorrow, I will compensate you tomorrow!" ”

When the stall owner heard this, he was so angry that he broke his things, and he was ashamed to call himself Lao Tzu in front of him.

The stall owner has many brothers and sisters since he was a child, with older brothers and sisters and younger siblings below, and he is the most neglected child in the middle, and he is bullied.

Lao Dao's words reminded him again, the days of being bullied, he picked up his fist and smashed it, he is now strong and capable, why should he be bullied by them?

The stall owner lost his mind for a moment, and frantically greeted the old knife in the face with his fist.

After all, Lao Dao is a killer, although he drinks a little high, no matter how slow his movements are, compared to the stall owner, it is still a little faster, like his identity, he is afraid of dealing with the government in his bones, so he does not dare to fight back, but keeps dodging left and right.

The stall owner saw that he was dodging left and right, and he couldn't fight it, and the long-lost frustration hit his heart again, and he was angry for a while, picked up the wooden stick that was used to build a shed on a rainy day on the side of the stall, and slammed it hard.

Before the old knife could react, he received a stick on the head, and the blood on his head was pasted, and the stall owner saw that he broke the head of the old knife, afraid that the old knife would force him to ask for medical expenses, and he didn't do business, so he packed up his things and ran away.

The old knife stumbled down the street, passers-by looked at the old knife with blood on his head, and they were frightened far away, the blood blurred his eyes, and the old knife hit a person in the haze......

When he woke up again, he found himself lying in the hospital, and Liang Chaxiang, who was thinking about it in his heart, racking his brains, and vowing to get rid of it, was one step away.

The old knife suddenly tensed his nerves.

"How are you feeling?" Liang Chaxiang looked at the old knife and said with a smile.

Just now, this person was covered in blood and hit her, which really scared her.

Old Dao's dull eyes rolled, and he replied, "You saved me?" As he spoke, he was about to get up.

Liang Chaxiang hurriedly stepped forward and held it down, and said softly, "Don't move, the doctor said that you have lost too much blood, so you should have a good rest." ”

The sweet smile made the barren heart of the old knife suddenly warm.

"Why did you save me?" The old knife asked stubbornly.

The corners of Liang Chaxiang's eyes curved, this person was really stubborn, but she still spoke softly and answered his question.

"There's no why, it's just a coincidence." Liang Chaxiang tilted her head and thought for a while, "If you have to ask why, I think it should be fate!" ”

Fate!

The old knife smiled and killed her fate?

Liang Chaxiang saw that the old knife seemed to be unbelieving, and he also smiled, "I said no reason, you don't believe it, let's talk about fate, you don't believe it, what a weirdo!" ”

She looked up at the window, and the sun was setting in the west, staining half of the sky red, and clouds of various shapes were like red gold edges.

"It's getting late, it's time for me to go home!" Liang Chaxiang stood up and walked out, "I won't come tomorrow, you should go home because you know each other, right?" ”

She pursed her lips and smiled mischievously.

Walking on the street, the sun had sunk in the west, there were no pedestrians on the street, I didn't expect it to be so late, Liang Chaxiang wanted to get home before the sun set, and couldn't help but speed up her pace.

"Miss Liang, I didn't expect to meet you here, it's so good!"

A young man of eighteen or nineteen years old stood in front of Liang Chaxiang, his eyes shining brightly.

Liang Chaxiang was expressionless, and quietly looked at the young man in front of him, with a rectangular face, medium size, and a brown shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

This person can be considered good, but together they lack such a spirit.

Liang Chaxiang's mind turned, searched all the corners of his memory, and made sure that he didn't know this person, and he didn't know why the other party knew his surname Liang.

It was getting late, only the edge of the sky was left, the last trace of the sun, Liang Chaxiang didn't want to be silent, and passed past him.

When the young man saw it, Liang Chaxiang ignored him, and he was not angry, he laughed dryly, chased after her, and stopped in front of her.

Liang Chaxiang raised her eyebrows, "Do we know each other?" (To be continued.) )