Gong Chip waited for Zuomian to order takeout again, and it was in the evening of the next day.

Just like the day at the beginning, I stepped on the warm light of the street lamp and rode a motorcycle to the downstairs of the girls' apartment.

The car stopped beside the camphor tree not far away and waited silently.

It's just that this time he brought not only takeaways, but also small gifts he specially prepared.

Zuo Mian was a little anxious when he rushed down from the stairs, and he didn't have time to fix his hair.

Her phone was silent, and she didn't hear the first call from Gong Chip.

It wasn't until I saw the missed call message on my phone that I climbed out of bed in a panic.

Gong Chip was not in a hurry, seeing that she didn't answer the phone, thinking that something might be delayed.

I sent a text message directly: [I'm waiting for you downstairs. 】

There are only a few words, but they reveal infinite patience and a hint of sultry restraint.

That's like: you clean up slowly, I'll wait as long as I want.

But Zuo Mian has never been a person who will make people wait, and when he saw that the missed calls and text messages were five minutes ago, he casually put on a piece of clothing and came down.

When Gong Chip saw Zuo Mian, one of Zuo Mian's hair curled.

"I'm sorry, I—I didn't hear the call, and I kept you waiting."

That dull hair shook rhythmically in the air with Zuo Mian's hurried tone, very cute.

Gong Chip's heart was itching, and he almost couldn't help but raise his hand to stroke that stupid hair.

But I still suppressed that impulsive desire.

He said slowly, "It's okay. ”

Anyway, he won't have a next order, he delivers takeaways, only for one person.

However, Zuo Mian didn't know, for fear of delaying the work efficiency of Gong Chip, he felt guilty, and said a few words "I'm sorry" in a row.

Without waiting for her to continue, Gong Chip took out the takeaway from the trunk of the motorcycle.

When he handed it to her, he paused slightly and smiled: "In addition to takeout, there is something I want to give you." ”

"What?" Zuo Mian tilted his head, his eyes full of curiosity.

"This, for you."

I don't know where Gong Chip conjured up an envelope bag.

Zuo Mian looked down, and the powder blue envelope was dyed with a layer of warm orange by the light of the street lamp, which was extremely soft.

Zuo Mian hesitantly stretched out his hand to take it, and in the two seconds of reaching out, countless thoughts were surging in his heart.

What......

Is it a letter, no, is it the kind of faith she had in mind, exactly?

In this age of information technology, there is probably only one type of letter that young people can write today.

It can't be a love letter, right!!

Knock knock - knock knock -

Zuo Mian seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat, and the surrounding noise suddenly left her.

All her attention was on the envelope bag at the moment.

"Open it and take a look." Gong Chip encouraged.

Zuo Mian buried his head further and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

She, she's not ready, what to do!

It's not that Zuo Mian hasn't received love letters before, but she didn't read them in person, and those love letters were secretly stuffed into her desk.

Can ...... now

【Open it and take a look】

The young man's micromagnetic voice trembled between Zuo Mian's eardrums, as if bewitching, directly controlling Zuo Mian's hand.

Manipulating her to open the envelope......

After opening it and seeing what was inside, Zuo Mian was stunned.

Not faith.

Be...... Postcard.

When she knew that she was overthinking and thinking too much, Zuo Mian's cheeks turned red from bottom to top little by little.

Lose face.

Lost a big hair.

Fortunately, her heart cannot be heard.

Gong Chip didn't know that Zuo Mian had just made a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

Zuo Mian's current expression seemed to Gong Tuo to be the surprise and excitement after seeing the gift, which he expected.