Xu Qinglai coaxed Cao Junjie: "Give it to me." Next year's good start can be counted on him. ”

"Really?"

"Is it interesting for me to lie to you?"

Cao Junjie then handed the mobile phone to Xu Qinglai.

Xu Qinglai answered Wenhao's call. The voice is clear, and the heart is so low that it seems to be reading a popular science book in the library.

"I called you today to tell you that I had an appointment for lunch. I'm afraid you'll wait for me. ”

Xu Qinglai sneered: "Yes." ”

Cao Junjie heard Wenhao's words from Xu Qinglai's ear, and was so happy that he couldn't help but kiss Xu Qinglai on the face. Xu Qinglai was stunned and quickly hung up the phone.

"Crazy, you?"

"You are my medicine."

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The writer held up the phone, and suspicion rose in his heart.

That one just now?

Wait, what is his relationship with Xu Qinglai now?

Wen Hao shook his head.

The writer was not lying, he really made an appointment, although the person being asked didn't know anything about it.

At noon, the work came to an end, and the writer was accompanied by a driver and went to an unnamed shop on a small road. When he stood at the entrance of the store, he himself subconsciously remembered the word "Pengsheng Shine".

He was well-dressed, in stark contrast to the unkempt appearance of the shop. Others just cast surprised glances, but the young woman who kept looking at the express motorcycle at the door turned pale.

She stood up with a "boom", and a pair of chopsticks that had not been placed rolled down the edge of the bowl, and one of them rolled under the table.

When it was too late, the girl lowered her head, covered half of her face with her long loose hair, and squeezed out sideways when someone came in. She wants to fish in troubled waters, who knows, the writer is coming at her, how can she let her slip away.

Like the romantic drama on TV, the writer grabbed her wrist coldly, and Chen Yingduo's face immediately burned. Her heart beat sharply, and her face, which was pale just now, was as red as a drop of blood at this moment.

The writer can't help it. The door frame was greasy and he didn't want to touch it. At first glance, most of the people who enter and exit the small shop are gray, and Chen Ying is cleaner. She asked the ward driver to stop her from escaping, and she was afraid of delaying time, so she had to go into battle herself.

"So, you know me?" Wenhao asked her.

Chen Yingduo shook her head.

"But you recognize me?"

Chen Yingduo's face was full of vigilance, like a mouse that had been scratched by a cat.

"Today you have to pay it back. The bill my driver will give you. ”

Chen Yingduo used his free hand to dig into his pocket and took out a handful of banknotes of varying amounts.

"Does anyone still use paper money today?" Wenhao asked.

Chen Ying didn't say much, and only put a handful of money in front of the writer.

The writer then lined up backwards: "You deliberately prepared this money to be a prop for me, right?" The damage is at least six figures. ”

Chen Yingduo was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and she was so shocked that she opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth. Not to mention, at this moment, there is really a shadow of Mo Yan when he was surprised. Wenhao is regretting that this sister is not as good as his younger brother and looks like Mo Yan.

Chen Yingduo finally spoke: "I have no money!" ”

The writer is fine, and his voice is much more coarse than Mo Yan's, and his voice is not similar.

"No money? Then discuss a way to repay in another way. ”

The writer stared at Chen Yingduo's face with great interest, and Chen Yingduo's face was as colorful as a rainbow, and finally merged into ink: "You rich children who are full of food and have nothing to do, do you like to entertain people so much?" ”

"Sounds like a story." The writer laughed.

Chen Yingduo raised his head and turned his face away.

The writer looked at her carefully. Her skin is full of vigorous vitality, unlike Xu Qinglai's overcared for skin, which is sickly delicate. Chen Yingduo's skin was bubbling with oil and reflecting the light, but it unexpectedly showed vitality. In addition to oil, there are also lines. It is like habitually shrinking the eyes after being exposed to the sun, and the lines around the eyes are almost visible to the naked eye.

The hair was loosely tied behind his head with a black rubber band, and many of the hair was messy, showing that the owner did not care about them. That's long black straight hair comparable to Mo Yan's beautiful long hair.

All in all, at a glance, it can be seen that this is a low-level girl who is chased by a grinning life and forced to run.

The writer tilted his head slightly.

"I'm not going to run away, you let go." Chen Yingduo, who turned his head not to look at him, said with a red face.

Only then did Wenhao realize that he had been holding her wrist for so long.

Letting go of her hand, Wen Hao walked forward slowly: "No money, maybe you can repay your arrears by talking." ”

"Talk?"

"Yes. Your life, your story, your acquaintances. As long as it's true and moves me, it offsets the damage. ”

Chen Yingduo looked at the tall back, and was a little stunned. She also thought he would bring it up...... It seems that he thinks of others dirty.

"But I still have some documents to be delivered today, otherwise I will be complained."

The writer did not stop: "It's rare that I have a little free time at noon today." I'll find someone to deliver your documents for you. You come with me. ”

Chen Yingduo was crushed by the aura of the writer and couldn't say anything to refute.

The writer took Chen Yingduo to a club. There, they entered a very private room. The writer tightened the curtains, turned off the headlights, and turned on only one chasing light.

Suddenly, Chen Yingduo felt isolated, as if she was really standing on the stage.

She was nervous, and wrung her fingers.

The writer stared at her hand in the gloom, secretly thinking, is this kind of small action also hereditary?

"You say whatever. I listen casually. Maybe I'll fall asleep, please don't worry. I'll double the count. ”

Chen Yingduo lowered her head, the light fell from the top of her head, her facial features were hidden in the contrasting light and dark, only the nose, the oil light made it extraordinarily bright.

"Can I ask you to loosen your hair?" The writer asked politely.

Chen Yingduo bent her hand, ripped off the rubber band, and put it on her neck.

"If you don't feel used to speaking to me, you can turn your back." In fact, he wanted to see waist-length hair. That was the length of Mo Yan's hair when he first met Mo Yan.

Chen Yingduo shook his head.

What happened today was extraordinary. However, she gradually fell in love with this dreamy situation. The darkness relaxes her. The light woke her up. Between relaxation and sobriety, she suddenly had a desire to speak. At that moment, she understood why the stage had grown into the way it was.

"Whatever?" Chen Yingduo looked into the black. In my impression, the writer sat there.

"Yes."

"It doesn't matter if it's upside down?"

"It doesn't matter."

Chen Yingduo raised her hand and brushed her hair that had fallen down. It was a very amorous breeze. Seeing the writer's heart suddenly beat fast.

"I want to talk about my mom."

The writer nodded in the gloom.

"My mom is a junior. But she was smug about it. She considers it the greatest achievement of her life. When she was young, she fascinated a family man and did not hesitate to divorce her original partner and marry her. The man, at that time, had a successful career and lived in a prominent neighborhood with a two-and-a-half-story villa. ”