Before eight o'clock in the evening, Song Chuyi was bombarded with phone calls one after another, reminding her not to forget to go on a blind date at night.

Song Chuyi actually wanted to turn off her mobile phone, and then find a place where no one was there to relax, but reason told her that she couldn't do this.

"I know Mom, I'll go now, don't worry."

Hanging up Song's mother's phone, Song Chuyi drove to the Passion Cafe on the first floor of the World Trade Center in Beijing.

The parking spaces in front of the World Trade Center were full, and after Song Chuyi turned around, he had to park his car at Century Plaza across the road.

After getting out of the car, Song Chuyi stepped on high heels and carried his bag to cross the road to the opposite side of the road at the red light.

As a result, as soon as she came to the intersection, the green light turned on, and as soon as Song Chu stood firm, she caught a glimpse of a little boy not far from her, running quickly towards the middle of the road.

Seems to be chasing something.

"Kids, be careful!"

Seeing a large truck about to cross the road, it was clear that the truck driver did not expect a child to suddenly come out.

I hurriedly stepped on the brakes, but the speed of the car was already fast, and the truck could not stop immediately because of inertia.

The driver, whose face turned pale with fright, honked his horn sharply to warn the boy to leave the danger zone.

But the boy was frightened by the sound of the trumpet, and as if he was frightened, he stood there motionless.

Seeing that the truck was about to crash into it, Song Chu rushed over consciously, hugged the child in his arms, and turned sideways to avoid the big truck that hit him.

Song Chuyi was also shocked into a cold sweat, she put the child in a safe place, carefully checked the child's body, and found that there was no injury.

The heart that he was carrying finally calmed down, Song Chuyi squatted beside the little boy, rubbed his little head, and comforted him softly: "Be good, don't be afraid, it's okay." ”

The little boy was obviously frightened and didn't say anything for a long time, until an old man rushed over and shouted, "Xuanxuan, how are you, are you hurt?" You're going to scare your grandmother to death. ”

Seeing his relatives, the little boy couldn't hold back anymore and cried with a wow.

The old man hugged the child tightly in his arms and thanked Song Chuyi again and again: "This young lady, thank you for saving my grandson, if it weren't for you today, my grandson might be ......."

"Old man, don't do this, this is what I should do, but in the future, the child is still optimistic."

"Yes, what Miss said is, Xuanxuan come and say thank you to Auntie."

Xuan Xuan, who was leaning on the old man's arms, finally stopped crying, looked at Song Chuyi curiously, and finally stopped his gaze on a tattoo on the back of her right hand.

"Hey, what is this in Auntie's hand?"

Following the direction of the child's finger, the old man also saw the tattoo on her hand, and a trace of disgust immediately appeared in his eyes.

Holding the child, he took a step back, and looked at Song Chuyi apologetically: "We still have to leave beforehand, thank you Miss for today's incident." ”

Song Chuyi smiled at the old man and the child, and watched the old man and the child leave. Song Chuyi's eyes dimmed for a moment, and his gaze swept over the flower tattoo on the back of his hand.

He shook his head helplessly.

Traditional ideas are ingrained in people's minds, and for them this new type of tattoo industry means street gangsters, hooligans, or gangsters......

So Song Chuyi understands the old man's resistance very well, after all, even her parents were very opposed to her engaging in the tattoo artist profession.

The city's street lights had already been lit, and Song Chuyi stood under the lights, took a deep breath, and walked towards the café opposite.

Because there was a delay on the road, when I waited for Song Chuyi's love café, twenty minutes had passed since the time sent to her by her mother.

Song Chuyi couldn't help but feel a little more apologetic, thinking that when he saw the blind date, he would explain the situation to him just now.

"Welcome, what do you need to drink?"

The café is decorated in a somewhat unique style, with the staff wearing kawaii work uniforms and a comfortable smile on the baby's face.

"No need, I'll find someone."

"Okay miss, please inside."

Song Chu nodded and walked towards the café.

According to Song's mother's prompt when she came, Song Chu saw a man in a black suit as soon as she entered.

Song Chuyi walked over politely: "Hello, are you Mr. Wang?" ”

The man raised his head, with a standard Chinese face, a pair of black-framed eyes on the bridge of his somewhat collapsed nose, and his hair combed neatly, with a taste of a young man in the literary and artistic fields of the Middle Ages.

When the man heard this, he didn't raise his head in a hurry, but twitched up the sleeve of his shirt, glanced at the new men's watch on his wrist, and then began to complain: "It's 8:21 now, and twenty-one minutes and thirty-eight seconds have passed since the time we agreed. ”

As he spoke, the man surnamed Wang raised his head, and Song Chuyi barely maintained the smile on his face, but scolded the man in his heart.

It's really a smile on his face, and MMP in his heart!

The man's name is Wang Chuan, a history teacher at a private high school in Beijing, because he looks featureless, so he is already thirty years old and has never had a girlfriend.

Originally, he didn't want to come to this blind date, so he criticized the woman too much when she was late.

But at the moment when he looked up, Wang Chuan looked stupid directly.

The woman in front of her looked to be about twenty years old, and she looked exquisite. Her skin is as white and delicate as milk, her hair is long and she is wearing a shawl, and she is dressed in a white dress.

It's simply the type of perfect lover in his mind, and it's exactly the same.

"Ahem, you are the daughter of Uncle Song's family, hello, I am Wang Chuan, please take a seat."

When Song Chu heard this, he nodded and sat down opposite Wang Chuan.

"What do you want to drink?"

It can be seen from Wang Chuan's eyes that he is very satisfied with the blind date this time, so his attitude has naturally improved a lot.

"A glass of boiled water is fine, thank you."

Song Chuyi didn't like to have too much contact with him in his heart, so he only ordered a glass of free boiled water, thinking that when it was over for a while, the provincial AA would avoid the embarrassment of the other party.

Wang Chuan recruited a waiter, ordered her a free cup of boiled water according to Song Chuyi's request, and ordered a latte for himself.

"Sir, Miss, please use it slowly."

The waiter quickly delivered the things ordered by the two of them, relieving the somewhat awkward atmosphere between them.

After the waiter left, Wang Chuan first took a sip of coffee, and then looked at Song Chuyi and said: "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Wang Chuan, I am a high school teacher, the family conditions are not bad, my parents are retired workers, I bought a suite in the fourth ring road of Beijing, I currently have a car and a house, a stable job, and a rest every week. ”

Song Chuyi took a sip of boiled water, raised his head and smiled at Wang Chuan: "I am a tattoo artist, and I naturally open a tattoo parlor." ”

"Tattoo parlor?"

Wang Chuan's voice suddenly rose high, causing the surrounding guests to turn their heads one after another.

"Yes, do you have any questions with Mr. Wang?"

Wang Chuan unconsciously took out the momentum of being a teacher, and reprimanded coldly: "How can you do that kind of work?" ”

"Oh, what kind of job is Mr. Wang talking about?"

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