Ren Zitao clutched Jiang Nan's mobile phone, stared at the phone number displayed on the short message, changed his eyes after staring for more than ten seconds, ran his brain quickly, suddenly stood up and walked to the desk, and took his mobile phone.

Where had he seen it, he was sure.

Looking at the tone on the short message, this is not Liu Che, Liuzi, Fu Junze, etc., he is sure.

Ren Zitao entered a few words on his mobile phone, and the phone number book immediately displayed: Private phone, Liu Heng?

And Liu Heng sent a message to the man and said: This is my number, you know, right?

The man didn't even exist.

Ren Zitao pursed his lips and looked down through the text message box of Jiang Nan's mobile phone, and found the last text message sent by Liu Heng before, only two words: goodbye.

Intuition told Ren Zitao that something was wrong.

A normal person, if it means normal to another person, should introduce the message: who am I, not goodbye.

The second text message, let alone send: This is my number, you know?

You can guess without saying your name, and if you don't say your name, you believe and are sure that Jiang Nan will definitely know who it is, are the two so tacit?

Moreover, when did they meet and get in touch, Jiang Nan never told him!

At the same time, Liu Heng's heart was also quite chaotic, so chaotic that the opponent waved his hand and asked him to pull over.

The driver who drove him today was the manager who managed the chain KTV for him, and he was also a brother who had been with Liu Heng for many years, so he knew something about his boss, and he felt that something was wrong with his boss today.

Let the car stop, don't get out of the car, and don't say what's the matter.

Leaning in the back seat, holding the phone tightly with his eyes closed, it is more like waiting for someone's call than to close his eyes and refresh his mind.

Liu Heng closed his eyes and thought: The message he sent was really stupid.

Then he spoke to his soul:

Why did you send that message.

Why is it hard to take a break, why shouldn't you do it?

Why did he give his brother's good friend, the girl that his brother once pursued, no, his brother didn't catch up, they were just ordinary friends, Xiao Che wouldn't have any more hope, he couldn't mix his brother into it, he would be disgusted with himself like this.

Why, why did you take the initiative to contact a yellow-haired girl who was several years younger than herself.

Lao Hu, the driver and manager sitting in front, glanced at the car mirror: "Boss." ”

"Huh?" Liu Heng opened his eyes.

"Are you in love? Waiting for the other party to disagree. ”

"Nonsense," felt that this sentence was not explained clearly, Liu Heng looked at Lao Hu again and added: "Lao Zuo and I got that film and television city, this person gave some wonderful ideas, hehe, some strange ideas, I am waiting for her to confirm the time to eat together." ”

Liu Heng paused and asked, "What kind of restaurants do girls generally like to go to eat?" ”

Lao Hu touched his chin: Isn't this really in love? If not, it's also in pursuit, right? Boss, you just talked so much, and you talked about the film and television city or something, I almost believed it.

Lao Hu hurriedly turned around and enthusiastically gave his idea: "Go to a French restaurant, it feels like a castle, elegant, noble and elegant, so that girls feel valued." And then that atmosphere, everyone whispered, boss, you don't like to talk, so you don't seem so silent, every now and then you raise your glass again, and give her a little pink face......"

Liu Heng interrupted: "Okay, how can there be?" ”

"Don't worry about this, boss, I'll arrange it for you then, and I'll pick her up again."

"No, I'll pick it up myself." After speaking, Liu Heng looked out the window, then at his mobile phone, and smiled self-deprecatingly: It was like the truth, but there was no reply to the message on that side.

Five minutes later, he asked:

"Lao Hu, if you forget to tell the other party who you are when you send a message, is it possible for her to treat it as a spam text message?"

Without waiting for Lao Hu to answer, Liu Heng looked embarrassed and said, "Alas, I'll send another one." ”

Jiang Nan wiped his hair with a bath towel and came out of the bathroom, and at a glance he found that something was wrong with Ren Zitao.

I was about to ask you what's wrong, when a text rang.