Fang Qingyue arrived early, not because she was looking forward to it, but because her personal concept of time was more serious, not being late or leaving early, arriving thirty minutes early, a habit since childhood.

There are a lot of people in the store, and sure enough, the New Year is not over, fortunately, the store is big, but this store is really like a place where the first love lover will come, pink and tender, very ambiguous color, and the store decoration is also very peachy.

Fang Qinghe looked at the product list on the table with a bracked face, and then ordered a cup of hot coffee.

After looking at the mobile phone for an hour, the other party was late, and it was really not punctual.

"Miss Fang Qinghe, is it? I'm Zhong Qimo, I'm sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road. The man folded his blazer, straightened the collar of his shirt, and sat down slowly.

Fang Qinghe smiled slightly, "Yes, it's okay, it's okay." ”

Then he looked at the other party carefully, his handsome appearance, tall height, well-cut suit, gentlemanly and elegant temperament, more likable than the object of the previous blind date, but the ability to choose the location is really much worse, and he is late.

"Miss Fang has been waiting for a long time." The man looked at Fang Qinghe with a smile, as cunning as a fox.

"It didn't take long, and traffic jams during the Spring Festival were inevitable." Fang Qinghe smiled uncomfortably.

"Miss Fang, let me officially introduce you, I am Zhong Qimo, I am a divorce lawyer by profession, I work in Tuoxin Law Firm, and all my cars have houses and deposits." His voice is beautiful, round, and magnetic.

Fang Qinghe nodded, "I'm Fang Qinghe, an accountant of Zhongxin Clothing. "No car, no house, no savings, no money, no power, no status, in an instant she felt that she shouldn't be here, too, inferiority.

Fang Qinghe unconsciously put his hands on his legs under the table and rubbed them involuntarily, his palms were sweating and a little sticky.

It's good to think of something to break the embarrassment, "Mr. Zhong is not a local, is he?" "The local people's Mandarin has a strong local flavor, but Zhong Qimo does not have it.

Zhong Qimo hesitated for a moment, his hand rubbing the water cup stopped unconsciously, and laughed, "It's really not, is this also a minus question?" ”

Fang Qinghe smiled awkwardly, "No, no." "Just reminded her of a person, he also spoke so well, and his voice was very good, her Mandarin was not so standard at that time, and she was ridiculed by him.

After an hour of awkward chatting in this ambiguous coffee shop, the two were broken by Zhong Qimo's phone call.

"Yes, go back now." Zhong Qimo nodded to Fang Qinghe embarrassedly, maybe it would be embarrassing for the other party to say it so blatantly.

"Mr. Zhong should go and get busy first." Fang Qinghe smiled comprehendingly, rather than the two of them chatting awkwardly, it was better to end this farce as soon as possible.

Zhong Qimo smiled gently, lowered his head and said unexpectedly: "You really don't remember me?" ”

"Huh?" Fang Qinghe looked puzzled, and when he wanted to ask clearly, Zhong Qimo had already gotten up and put away his clothes.

"It happened suddenly, I'll leave first, Miss Fang, see you next time." It was as if the scene just now was her fantasy alone, Zhong Qimo didn't seem to be affected, and still had that gentle and modest attitude.

"Oh, well, be careful on the road." Fang Qinghe looked confused, just beckoning goodbye.

After Zhong Qimo left, Fang Qinghe was like a deflated balloon, slumped on the chair, "Really, dimensionality reduction strike." ”

I don't want to see each other next time, if she stays with this kind of person every time, she will be suffocated, there is no fun at all, and she has to find the topic herself.

The sound of glass breaking behind her shocked her back to reality.

"Ah, I'm sorry." The waiter behind him seemed to bump into a customer and made a fuss.

She wasn't interested in watching the excitement, so she picked up her bag and walked out.

During the meal, Fang Qinghe occasionally mentioned this matter to Cheng Muyue.

"What! He didn't send you back? Cheng Muyue jumped up and down in surprise.

Fang Qinghe explained, "People have an emergency, besides, even if he really asks me to sit, I don't want to take his car back, no, why is your point so strange." "She just wanted to say she didn't like this type of boy.

Cheng Muyue gave her a roll of the eye, "It's not promising, so what do you like?" ”

"Well, I don't know."

When I opened WeChat, I saw Zhong Qimo's friend application.

Miss Fang, I'm Zhong Qimo [smile].

Fang Qinghe embarrassedly put his phone on the table, and said bitterly: "He added me WeChat, should I add it or not?" ”

Cheng Muyue stared at her thoughtfully, her brows twisted into a rope, she sighed a few times, and then said meaningfully: "As far as I know, I have thought about kissing so many times, but you haven't succeeded once, WeChat has been added and deleted, although I care that he is not a gentleman if he doesn't send you home, but I think he is indeed not twice as strong as those men in front of him, at least he has a successful career, a car, a house and a deposit!" ”

Fang Qinghe frowned, and just as he wanted to refute her, he was covered by Cheng Muyue.

"And!" Cheng Muyue slowly approached her, "You have been single for seven years, why are you guarding your first love like jade, no, maybe he has already married and had children." ”

Get married and have children.

Fang Qinghe's eyes gradually dimmed, yes, what are you thinking, Fang Qing and you didn't want it at the beginning, you said you didn't want it at the beginning, and now you still have the luxury of going back to the past, besides, didn't you already see it yesterday, the husband and wife are like paint.

"Why don't you speak?"

Fang Qinghe glanced at her and slapped Cheng Muyue's hand covering his mouth, "Then do you think I should try it?" ”

Cheng Muyue spread her hands, and her tone was very proud: "It's up to you, do you want to be trapped all the time or try to meet a new beginning." ”

After speaking, he rubbed his hands in disgust, "Hey, Fang Qinghe, why is your mouth so oily!" ”

"Do you want me to remind you? Did you grab the pig's trotters and cover my mouth, forgetful god? Fang Qinghe almost wanted to keep looking at her with white eyes.

"Hush." Cheng Muyue grabbed the pig's trotters and took another bite, her mouth was full, and she pointed to the refrigerator and said to Fang Qinghe: "By the way, the pig's trotters are almost gone, remember to do it." ”

Lai Shangqinghe fell in love with Fang Qinghe's braised pig's trotters.

"Don't, do it yourself."

"Hey, who's rare." grabbed the pig's trotters and gnawed a big bite viciously, and before the previous one was finished, he took another big bite, and the whole speech was indistinct and babbling, which was slightly funny.

By chance, Cheng Muyue, Fang Qinghe, as her senior, went to visit her and brought her braised pig's trotters.

So when he rubbed Fang Qing and recruited roommates, he took the opportunity to enter.

Fang Qinghe has a good temper and is able to accept her little tsundere many times.

The night was quiet, Fang Qinghe was used to going to bed early, and he had already turned off the lights and went to bed at ten o'clock.

Cheng Muyue sneakily got into Fang Qinghe's quilt, held her head, stared at her eyes, and said faintly: "Fang Qinghe, when will you start making my pig's trotters." ”

Fang Qinghe didn't want to deal with her, so he simply closed his eyes, out of sight.

Cheng Muyue simply lay on her back.

"Cheng Muyue, you're looking for a fight." Fang Qinghe felt that she was inexplicably a little funny, and Xiao Tsundere was bending her waist for the pig's trotters for another day.

"If you don't do it for me, I won't get up." Cheng Muyue rolled around, living like a child who hadn't grown up.

Fang Qinghe was so amused by her that he couldn't straighten his waist, and laughed, "I know, I have time to do it for you." ”

"Cloudy!" She's running out of stock.

"Charged, old Rippy!" Fang Qinghe sometimes always felt that he was taking a daughter, but this daughter was only two years younger than her.

Cheng Muyue snorted proudly, immediately put on her posture, and her body was infinitely close to Fang Qinghe, "Did you add that term?" ”

"No, I remember that he said something strange, and he asked me if I remembered him."

Cheng Muyue hummed and thought for a moment, propped up her elbows, supported her face, and stared at her thoughtfully, "Maybe you knew each other before, or maybe he knew you, and you forgot, wow, Fang Qinghe, you are unkind, do you think you have seen him?" ”

Fang Qinghe blinked, there didn't seem to be this person in his memory, but he felt a little familiar with the name.

"I have a slight feeling for his name, but I really don't have the impression that we have a relationship, and I am not married or divorced, so it is impossible to ask him to come to me in a lawsuit in my dream!" It's impossible to think about it, Fang Qinghe pouted.

"It's exciting, the scumbag girl abandons the man, the man returns gorgeously, becomes rich and handsome, just to make the woman cry bitterly for the original choice one day!" Cheng Muyue gathered sensationally.

Fang Qinghe mercilessly slapped her head to the other side with one hand, "It seems that your medicine can't be stopped." ”

"You really don't want to know who he is?" Cheng Muyue suddenly leaned over.

"I want to, but ......" Fang Qinghe is a human race that absolutely can't stand the mystery, and he always has to try to get close to the truth.

"Don't do it, I want to know too, you can add it quickly."

So under Cheng Muyue's expectant gaze, she applied through Zhong Qimo's friend.

As soon as it passed, a few words popped up in the dialog box.

"Good evening, Miss Fang."

Fang Qinghe and Cheng Muyue looked at each other.

"Good evening, Mr. Chung." Fang Qinghe slowly issued a few words.

The two chatted awkwardly for more than thirty minutes under Cheng Muyue's direct gaze.

Embarrassed, Fang Qing and his toes covered the building, "He said that he invited me to dinner on a cloudy day to express his apology for not taking me home." ”

"Go, go, maybe it will happen soon."

"I don't particularly want to go." Fang Qinghe looked at her wrigglingly.

Cheng Muyue glared at this unproductive look, "Whatever you want, I'm going to sleep." ”

With that, he threw her down and ran back to his room.