This "we" is actually her and He Qingwei, who went on a blind date last night. Xiaohong is really familiar, and she will make a wooden man dizzy and desperate in three or two clicks.

When I arrived, she was directing him to the long line to buy cheesecake. I said, "You two are raising your eyebrows, what do you want me to do with this big light bulb?" ”

Xiaohong cut off: "What case can you raise with a piece of wood." It's too boring, and a few more people come to make it more lively. ”

I was just about to say that I was probably looking for the wrong person to come to the scene, but Levia's elegant mid-bass immediately sounded in my ears: "Sorry, I'm late." ”

I remembered that I didn't hesitate to refuse someone's invitation last night, and my ears were hot for a while, and I greeted them with an embarrassed smile.

His gentle gaze was full of smiles, which made people's hearts feel instantly soothed. He said bluntly: "I was going to work overtime, but Qingwei said that you would also come, and I was worried that you would be left alone, so I rushed here." ”

Listen, this must be a master of pickling girls in the wrong line. The direct reasons are reasonable and comfortable to listen to, not as stressful as Luo Jincheng.

It's Luo Jincheng again. No matter how you interact with other men, you won't unconsciously compare with him. I shook my head slightly, as if that would sweep away the shadow of this man's ghost.

We listened to the Hayao Miyazaki anime concert. The soundtrack was pure and cheerful, with a touch of melancholy, and I was so enchanted that I almost forgot about the troubles of reality.

Unexpectedly, when the music was at its climax, the lights of the audience suddenly dimmed, and the audience was in an uproar, and they turned on their mobile phone screens one after another, wondering if it would be necessary for the program settings. After a while, the host's voice suddenly came from the stage: "Ladies and gentlemen, the line has just burned out for the music climax, we are preparing a backup power supply, please wait patiently for the next wave of climax." ”

The crowd was in an uproar again.

"This kind of thing happens to you once in 800 years at a concert." Xiaohong yawned, "Listen to me I'm almost asleep." The power is out, okay, let's go, don't sleep here. ”

I listened to her impatient tone, but I agreed, got up and walked out after Levia. Because the light was dim and the aisle was narrow, as a result, he stared at the road ahead, knocked a leg under his feet, and leaned forward to fall forward.

When I mentioned it, I thought I was going to fall and chew, but I didn't think that my hand was grabbed by a soft hand and helped back.

"Be careful." In the flickering light, Levia turned around and held me up. The person in the seat hurriedly apologized, and I smiled and said it was okay, only to find that his right hand had been held by him all the time. He just gently held the forefoot, which happened to hold me without giving me much pull. His hands were soft and comfortable, not at all like Luo Jincheng's rough and hard. Somehow, my heart didn't let go.

He led me until outside the recital hall before letting go, and said softly: "I was afraid that you would fall again just now, so I kept holding on to it, hoping not to be surprised." ”

Acting so politely and openly, what do you think I can blame?

I just had to say, "Thank you." ”

The air around them beats with an ambiguous factor.

I took out my phone and looked at it, but it was still quiet, and my heart was disappointed again.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, the Flower Spike Square is full of all kinds of beautiful lanterns, and a corner of the square is also hung out of a mystery, which decorates the whole square with a rich atmosphere. I pretended to be someone else, uninterested in the bright lights in front of me.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, he finally came with a voice message: Grandpa picked up the wind for her today, and she chatted for a long time before dispersing.

He didn't use "Xiucheng", not "Yuan Xiucheng", but a "she", a "she" word that contains many meanings. How intimate. At least a long time ago, that used to be his "she". But what is it that you and I use "she" directly? It means that she is the "she" that you and I have in common, are we together?

Luo Jincheng, should I be pleased with your calmness, your explanation?

I remembered their series of intimate interactions in the afternoon, and I had a brain fever for a while, and replied snappedly: "Well, I listened to a concert with a few friends of Xiaohong in the evening, and then went to visit the lantern exhibition in Flower Spike Square." ”

Holding back the tears that threatened to tear my eyes, I clicked the "send" button. Luo Jincheng, without your place, I will live a leisurely life.

I thought he would ask something in detail, but he only replied with a few words: it's good to be happy, and to walk around with friends when you have time.

There is a string of losses in my heart, and I am fine when he is overwhelmed by his long-sleeved dancing, will he breathe a sigh of relief and will not have an excessive psychological burden?

After a while, he finally added: Invite your friends to dinner in a few days.

One of my nerves was lifted by a thin line, and my eyes were hot for a while, but I felt funny, and even felt a lot of guilt oozing from the bottom of my heart.

Friends tonight, with my suitors.

……

The next day, I didn't know which nerve was wrong, so I put on a whole makeup on a whim and put on the most breast-shaped skirt to work. When I met Luo Jincheng, his gaze stayed for a few more seconds, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of his eyes getting darker. I ignored it and walked around with my head held high, leaving him with a graceful and resolute back.

Yuan Xiucheng was just invited to do brand design for us, and there was no need to go to the company to work. However, I still made a schedule for her assistant Xiaoxia.

I won't not remember Luo Jincheng's angry look at the PPT that was swapped a few months ago, and I won't forget the story in Mrs. Luo's mouth, how could I not guess that this pretty woman who exudes a literary atmosphere is Luo Jincheng's lover who has never forgotten her former love.

But no matter who you are, you have to follow the progress so as not to affect the progress of the whole project.

Soon after the schedule was sent out, I received two simple letters "OK". That's it?

In the afternoon, an invitation letter was sent from her mailbox, inviting the marketing department and the general manager's office to visit her upcoming studio on Saturday.

For a while, everyone was talking, except for the three who had a meeting in Mr. Luo's office yesterday, everyone else only heard his name and didn't see him, and then the gossip from the general manager's office: This is Mr. Luo's confidant, and if you don't go, you won't give Mr. Luo face. The way everyone looked at me was a little more meaningful.

It's all about this, and I have to find time to visit her studio if I have something.

It was a painting workshop on Binjiang West Road, near the art village, and I was a little excited when I arrived on this road, because the apartment that Luo Jincheng joked about giving me was three kilometers away, and I didn't know if the two houses were connected.

I deliberately picked a punctual time, and it turned out that Zhang Jingen actually came. They also know each other?

Luo Jin and I are about to leave, and we haven't been together for a long time. And the harassment I was subjected to seemed to disappear all at once. I looked at the smiling elegant woman in front of me, and a chill suddenly appeared in my heart, to say that the two are related but there is no evidence, but if there is no connection, I can't convince myself, and I can't help but be a little more vigilant at this time.

As the protagonist, Yuan Xiucheng is wearing a long tunic dress today, with half of his long hair combed, and he is casually clamped with a classical flower-shaped hairpin. She greeted everyone enthusiastically with delicate snacks, and then generously introduced the paintings that filled the upper and lower floors of space one by one.

It's just that Zhang Jingen responded and praised diligently and generously, Yuan Xiucheng expressed his gratitude decently, one is Mrs. Luo's hand-picked daughter-in-law, and the other is Luo Jincheng's former lover, this style of painting looks so harmonious?

During this period, I rushed to the bathroom on the first floor, and when I came out, the first floor was empty, and I looked left and right to look for everyone. At this time, Zhang Jingen walked out from the corner of the upper floor and said with a smile: "Everyone is in that room on the second floor." He passed me and walked to the bathroom.

I caught the kindness in her eyes, and without much thought, I went straight to the corner room on the second floor. But the closer I got, the more I wondered, how could it be quiet? I pushed open the hidden door, and it was empty, like a storage room. Because the windows are covered by heavy curtains, the interior is dimly lit, and the air is slightly cloudy, which is quite cold and deep.

She was obviously referring to this room with the word "art" written on it, so as not to deceive me. Am I mistaken?

Hurried out of the room and closed the door. Stretching his neck and just about to continue looking, Chen Xiaodong happened to come down the stairs around the corner and shouted, "Why have you been there for so long?" Everyone went to the terrace. I'm going to the bathroom. I hurriedly smiled and said "thank you", Chen Xiaodong was punished for citing rumors about me behind my back, and then I didn't seem to hold a grudge against me, and I couldn't help but have a good impression in my heart.

Finally, following the sound, I found the large army on the roof terrace.

Li Xuezheng pointed to the scattered real estate not far away and said: "The location of the house over there is really good, and it is said that the house price is comparable to the house in Fengjiang New Town." ”

"That's a rich area...... "Chen Xiaodong of the general manager's office sighed.

Yuan Xiucheng sipped his wine glass and smiled without saying a word, as if he was surrounded by stars in the middle of a group of gossiping women.

I returned to the crowd with a sigh of relief, my heart tumbling, and my cheeks suddenly burned, as if I had seen the light die.

I didn't expect trouble to come. When everyone went down the stairs with great interest and paced to the second floor, Yuan Xiucheng, who was walking in front, suddenly screamed: "Why did my storage room become like this!" ”

Everyone was shocked and rushed in after her, stunned to see the scene inside.

I saw a small table-sized oil painting framed by a wooden frame being thrown on the ground, and what was even more amazing was that a bottle of paint was poured on the right half, and the red paint stained the man and woman in the painting, which was a pair of backs sitting in each other's arms.

My heart mentioned.

"My paintings! How so! ”

Chen Xiaodong turned his head suddenly: "Shuhua, didn't you just go out from here?" This sentence was only full of doubts, and it seemed to have no other meaning, but it successfully pulled everyone's attention over.

Facing Yuan Xiucheng's sharp gaze, I breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole world seemed to be as dark as this storage room.

"Just now, Miss Zhang pointed to this room and said that you are here, I went out without finding anyone when I came in, and when I went out, everything was still in order." I tried my best to suppress the turmoil in my heart.

The paint is on the easel on the left, and the framed painting was originally placed in the cabinet on the left. There were clearly other people at the scene who had moved.

I thought of the inferior but endless ways of competing for favor in the harem, and a kind of contempt and anger welled up in my heart.

I've watched too many palace fighting dramas.