Che Songhe didn't want to pay attention to her, and only smiled slightly.

"Oh, you're really looking for it." Zheng Zairan glanced at the smile on her face, nodded knowingly, and smiled.

That smugness annoyed Che Song He enough.

"It's okay to dress up now, not as earthy as before." She looked at Che Song He and said.

"Mina, look at that dog squatting, she's going to pee on your doorstep." Che Songhe poked Jiang Meina with his hand and motioned for her to hurry up and take a look.

Jiang Meina looked at the dog when she heard this, but she wasn't squatting. If they pee on the door, then how can they stay.

Just about to open his mouth to shout, Zheng Zairan said impatiently, "You have to get it, don't look for trouble, I'll leave." ”

She took two steps with the Samoyed dog, and then she thought of something and seemed to turn around and rushed to the car with a bad face Song He said, "I heard that you have been admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, I wish you a bright future." ”

She began to walk on again, curvy and wonderful.

"It's not good to come back."

“……”

Che Songhe heard it behind her, and pulled the corners of his mouth in disgust.

"Your cousin is so funny, she likes to taunt me when she has nothing to do, she is addicted."

"Maybe it's because of Han Chengyu."

"What? Who are you talking about? Cha Songhe didn't know anything about the movements of his classmates after graduation.

"However, she's right, after you went to Zhunjing to finish school, don't you plan to come back?" Jiang Meina suddenly asked very seriously as if she had been reminded.

"Well, I don't know." Putting aside the exciting things, as soon as he mentioned something else, Che Songhe became listless again.

"Do you listen to the gossip? My mother's new partner treats her very well, she is said to be generous and open-minded, has a gentle personality, is good at home, and can repair radios and desk lamps.

But according to my summary, people with particularly good personalities must have one aspect that is particularly miserable, nine times out of ten in appearance. ”

She looked at the large glass salad plate on her right, and looked at the fruit with a strange expression.

"My dad doesn't like to lose his temper so much, he later found a love object ten years younger than him, at home, the best skill is to play mahjong, treat him as an all-round idol, he likes that.

Oh, the only thing that's not so good is that he shouts poverty every day. He was poor before, and he is poor now, the only difference is that he doesn't fight now. ”

Her articulation was slow and lacked tonal variation, as if she were saying that the Persian cat raised by the proprietress of the school grocery store had not been able to eat much lately, or that the flowers in her grandmother's backyard seemed to be unsatisfactory this year.

Her audience listened to her in silence, wanting to laugh and feel sad, frowning and furrowing, bitter and hateful.

She was heartbroken by her friend's childhood.

"Haha, look at you," Che Songhe laughed at her, "fairy tales are all lies, and now they are all staying separately, haggard and miserable, does this make you feel better?" ”

"How can I be so mean." Jiang Meina said crampedly.

She returned the cup to the rattan coffee table, which was round at the top and narrow at the bottom, looking like a cocktail table.

It's night, it's dark, it's time to go back to the house. She glanced at Che Song and saw that her eyes were shining, though not stunning, and most of the time as calm as a waveless lake.

Each of her facial features is not perfect when taken out individually, but it is unique when combined. It's not too difficult to find her in the crowd, her good looks and indifferent temperament are different,

But it is very different from Zheng Jaeran's lofty and invincible posture.

She doesn't even have a very good expression in front of outsiders, and the corners of her mouth droop slightly when she doesn't smile, and she looks careless and in a bad mood.

But it's not that cold to anyone, she will chatter in front of those close to her, and when she is happy, the content is very funny, and those eyes will glow with a very little brilliance.

Jiang Meina lowered her head, and her long eyelashes drooped closely, "I think, you better come back and find him yourself, such a meaningful thing, you should do it yourself."

If you come back from college and can still think about him, it shows that you are serious. Besides, you can still think about it back. She said as if determined.

She was very worried that Che Songhe would stay in Zhunjing after reading and would not come back. It's good to leave her a thought like this.

If she did come back, she was excited to think about what was going to happen in the future.

"I come back every holiday to see you and my grandmother, you are the most important people to me." She was genuinely committed.

Che Songhe felt that Mina was reasonable, and she was undoubtedly much more delicate and considerate in terms of thinking about others.

If you do have a great sense of gratitude to others, you should think more about them.

"Isn't it like the night you left the house and promised your dad that he would come back to see him every week? And then it never came back again. ”

"No, it won't."

Adults with big skateboards and children with small skateboards slid farther and farther along the road where several cars could drive side by side.

"Don't forget." Jiang Meina looked at their backs and whispered.

Five years later –

The days were always as boring and boring as ever, until three o'clock in the afternoon when the sun was so hot that people couldn't resist their sleepiness after drinking two cups of coffee in a row, Zheng Jaeran pushed open the glass door of Han Chengyu's office with his chin tilted.

She wore a creamy white sleeveless dress that matched the sky outside the window, with structured and three-dimensional wavy trim at the cuffs, a glossy silk satin bow at the waist, and the skirt was so flat that there was no trace of wrinkles at the top and bottom, as if a cloud had stolen to his office, and a black flap chain bag was proudly carried on her right shoulder.

She has a slender figure, is quite tall, has undyed hair, and has long straight hair that is parted in the middle and is soft and smooth. The high bridge of the nose like that of a European and the color of her paprika lips make her look like a noble bird with a brocade rare feather pedigree.

"It looks like life is going easy." She stood still at her desk, one hand resting on the other, hanging naturally in front of her.

"It's boring." Han Chengyu admired the dazzling beautiful lady in front of her and told the truth.

"When your master used the relationship of his partner to arrange you to sit in the office leisurely, he probably didn't take into account that you would see this job this way."

"Other jobs aren't much fun. Do you have something to do? He gestured to the couch and motioned for her to sit down.

"If that's the case, then it's a coincidence, I don't know if what you think is interesting is a thing."

She leisurely looked around the office, and there was nothing new and interesting that could catch the eyes of the eldest lady. Then he turned his gaze to him, and his eyes were full of teasing and smirk.

"Che Song Ha is back."

Han Chengyu was originally going to brew the third cup of coffee this afternoon, and his coffee drinking had nothing to do with style and affection, just to cheer up.

Not long ago he poured the last sip of coffee into his throat to get another one, and asked her what she wanted to drink before getting up from his chair. Before he could take a step forward, Zheng Zairan's words were handed over with malicious intent, making him feel a panic in his chest.