69. Interpretation
The next day, Manyun called Ziming again, but the phone was turned off.
She didn't want to go to Pingxuanyuan, there were some things she wanted to hear Song Ziming say in person, anything that came out of another person's mouth would change its taste.
"Qibao, do you think I should believe Song Ziming or that photo that can't speak? But there was the voice I heard that day. Shippo understood her words, rubbing her hands stupidly and rolling on the carpet.
Seeing that it was a little dirty, Manyun helped it pat the ashes, "How long have you not taken a bath?" I'll take you to the pet store to clean up. β
It must have understood the word bath, and immediately became jubilant, ran to the door and barked.
Manjun also smiled, "You still know you're dirty?" I'll pack up and take you there. As for Pingxuan Yuan, whoever likes to go to it, those good things can't all be fake, right? Good Shippo. β
She suddenly figured it out, all she cared about was whether Song Ziming was sincere. Even if he was with the woman now, he would ask him in person when he returned.
It was too cold outside, and she put on a small padded jacket and small shoes for Shippo, and he ran happily in front. It's been a long time since I've come out, so happy.
When they arrived at the pet store, the waiters were very happy to see Qibao and said to Manyun, "Miss Bai hasn't been here for a while." β
"yes, it's busy. Please help Shippo clean up, it's dirty. β
Qibao was very familiar with the staff here, and he ignored Manyun and ran in with the others.
She sat outside and waited, teasing the pet cat who came to take a bath, the mobile phone on her body rang, she didn't look at the caller ID, and put it to her ear, "Hey, hello." β
"Bai Manyun, are you sure you won't come?" The sound was familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was, the one who sent her the picture.
I also specially called to urge, it seems that I want her to know! "But I sent my dog to the pet store to take a bath, and I didn't have time."
"I said you're heartless, or too confident. Seeing such a photo, I was indifferent, and I thought about taking the dog to the bath. β
With this voice, Manyun seemed to know who it was, "Tang Cheng?" β
Tang Cheng swore that he subconsciously responded, "Huh? β
Sure enough, it was him! This caustic tone. Tang Cheng scolded in a low voice, "It's me, I'm kind enough to remind you, are you sure you really don't want to hear it?" β
Manyun didn't know what his intentions were, but he was still a little uncomfortable, "I wasn't sure about it, but now that I know it's you, I'm sure." I won't bother you about Ziming's affairs, he will explain anything to me clearly. β
"Bai Manyun, you don't think Ziming is really right to you? Do you know why he's with you? β
Manyun interrupted him, "Tang Cheng, it seems that your hostility towards me is real, not a misunderstanding." β
"Because you and he are not suitable."
"You need to judge whether we are fit or not? You don't think you're too naΓ―ve. Manyun laughed, how could there be such a ridiculous reason.
Tang Cheng's tone softened a little, and he probably didn't want to tear each other's faces, "I just want to persuade you to withdraw as soon as possible, because he doesn't love you at all, lest you fall deeper and deeper." In the end, it will be like you and Zhou Zeyu, with no result. β
"Oh, I watched the news yesterday that someone choked to death while eating, for the safety of your life, you don't want to eat in the future."
After Manyun said this, she hung up the phone, she hated hearing about her and Zhou Zeyu's past from others. Everyone wants to peek into other people's scars, as if this will make their miserable life more comfortable.
It didn't take long for Qibao to be washed, and it looked much more handsome and fragrant.
After paying, she took Qibao to the supermarket, but she didn't expect to meet Lin Zhihua there. It was Qibao who saw him first and kept wagging his head and tail at him.
"Manyun, are you taking Qibao out to play?" Seeing her, Lin Zhihua had joy in his eyes that could not be concealed.
"Well, I'll take it in the shower. You didn't even go to work today? "He doesn't usually rest.
The two walked out of the supermarket, "Rest today." Let's go sit over there for a while, I haven't seen you in a long time. He pointed to the cafΓ© opposite.
Manyun didn't have anything to do, so she agreed.
When doctors meet patients, they will ask about their physical condition, and Lin Zhihua is no exception, "Have you ever had that situation last time recently?" β
"No, it's much better. Every time, thanks to you, senior, I'm embarrassed. β
Lin Zhihua hugged Qibao and said casually: "Manyun, it's been so many years since I was out of school, and you still call me senior, it's weird." Call me by my name in the future, I'm not a senior anymore. β
If it has always been this title, they will always have a relationship of seniors and sisters. Even if they can't be together, he doesn't want to be one of her many seniors.
If no one usually thinks anything, Manyun is not very old-fashioned, but if she encounters it at work, it is indeed a bit strange to shout like this, "Yes." Suddenly called the name, I felt a little relieved. β
"It's okay, take your time." Qibao went crazy and stood up and hugged Lin Zhihua.
The picture is very loving, Manyun took out her mobile phone and took a picture, "It feels like you raised it, you see, your photos are super harmonious." β
Lin Zhihua glanced at it, nodded and said, "It's good, can you send it to me, can I send it to Moments?" β
Manyun began to search for his name in the address book and sent him the photo, "I haven't posted news for a long time, record your life, haha~"
They sat for a while, and Lin Zhihua sent her back.
On the way back to Rongcheng, Song Ziming was bored swiping his mobile phone, and he saw two dynamics next to Bai Manyun and Lin Zhihua in the circle of friends. The picture is the same, and Manyun wrote: The warm sun in winter~
The other is to write: Shippo is cute.
The two have many friends in common, which can't help but make people think about it, who is like the warm sun in winter? Is it a dog or a human being cute?
He was so angry that he called Manyun, "Have you met Lin Zhihua?" β
Manyun also wondered why he called, it was actually for this, "yes, what's wrong?" β
"......" her indifferent attitude made the fire in his stomach nowhere to go, like a punch on cotton, "You got so close to him and asked me what's wrong." β
"I've seen a thief shouting to catch a thief, but I've never seen you have such a thick skin. Where did you go after you disappeared a few days ago, and where did you go in the past two days, I didn't settle accounts with you, but you preemptively struck? Manyun's words were fired like a chain cannon.
"What do you want to say?" He didn't want to deceive people, but now was not the best time to explain to Manyun.
This is the default. Manyun flipped through his phone and sent the photo to him intact, "You go to WeChat to see it yourself, I don't want to talk nonsense with you." β
The phone hung up over there, and he looked at his phone. The above is him and He Huan, who is feeding He Huan.
He suddenly felt flustered, afraid that Manyun would misunderstand, and seeing that there was still half an hour before Rongcheng, he was so anxious that he wanted to fly over.
He quickly typed in a few words: I can explain.
Manyun glanced at the news: Well, I hope your explanation can be as straightforward as it was just now.
It was only a dozen seconds before Manyun received his reply: Wait for me for twenty minutes.
At this moment, Manyun really felt that Song Ziming cared about her in her heart, otherwise how could she be so nervous and angry. She has nothing to deceive except for her passion for feelings.
Song Ziming guessed that it was Tang Cheng's ghost, and no one knew about this matter except him. But now the important thing is not to settle accounts with him, but to make it clear to Manyun first.
"Master, can you drive faster? I'm in a hurry. He asked the driver.
The driver, a man in his fifties, said as he accelerated, "Got your girlfriend angry?" It's okay, a girl's heart is the softest, as long as she has you in her heart. If you do something wrong, just admit it and explain it clearly. When necessary, lie on without shame and skin, and the next day ensure that there is nothing to do. β
Sure enough, it's an old driver! Ziming was ashamed of himself, "You are the same for your wife?" β
"Of course, no matter how old a girl is, she has to be coaxed. But young man, no mistake can be made in principle, and there is no one who does not want a simple and clean relationship. Many of you young people can't resist temptation. He spoke with a long sigh, but there was something different about it.
Song Ziming himself didn't know whether the mistake he made this time was a fatal injury.
When he went downstairs to Manyun's house, Ziming thanked the driver when he got out of the car, "Thank you, master." β
"It's okay, I hope you're okay." It can be seen that he has a good mentality, he is always happy, and he laughs with Ziming all the way.
He stood at the door of Manyun and hesitated for a few minutes before knocking.
Manyun was washing his hair, wrapped in a towel and came out to open the door for him, "Why come at this time, come in quickly, I'm washing my hair." β
She was casual, like the person on the phone just now wasn't her.
Song Ziming was still changing her shoes, so she ran to the bathroom. Ziming followed in and saw her applying shampoo, revealing her white neck. She is hunched over her waist and her hips are very sexy.
He put away his thoughts, rolled up his sleeves and helped Manyun wash his hair, "You sit on the stool, I'll wash it for you." β
Manyun didn't shirk either, and sat down by the way, "What, you did something wrong, and now you want to please me?" β
Song Ziming gently grabbed her scalp and slowly washed off the foam with water, afraid that the water would enter her ears, so he carefully blocked it, "Boss, are you still satisfied with my service?" β
Manyun also nodded pretendingly, "It's okay, I blew my hair by the way." β
Ziming wrapped her wet hair in a towel, she lay on the sofa, her hair hung down, and Ziming just dried her little by little.
President Song served in person, and it was really a seven-star treatment. He put away the hair dryer and began to massage Manyun's head. The force is well grasped, from the temples to the entire head, a little bit soaked.
Manyun didn't ask, just waited for him to bring it up.
He didn't say anything, and when Manyun was about to ask him, he spoke himself.
He spoke eloquently and said very slowly: "That woman is He Huan, who is my ex-girlfriend." She had blood cancer, which I also learned about recently. She is undergoing radiation therapy and will not live long if she does not have a stem cell transplant. β
After he finished speaking, he waited for Manyun's verdict. It's just that even he knows that the old love is seriously ill and leaves the new love, no matter how you look at it. What would Manyun think?