Lin Yimian felt a little ridiculous at first, and almost blurted out "Where did you get your confidence".

But when she thought about it, she couldn't laugh anymore. Because this confidence was given by her, she was pestering Song Wenli from the beginning.

She fell in love with Song Wenli at first sight, and she was fascinated. Even when they met for the first time, Song Wenli sat coldly in a wheelchair and didn't want to say a word to her, she could smile and lean up to talk to him.

16-year-old Lin Yimian didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick, and he was sure that he could cover Song Wenli's heart, and firmly believed that he could tear the veil between women chasing men, but he didn't expect that the harder she worked, the farther the distance between her and Song Wenli. Then the yarn became a mountain and lay between them.

Memories are always bitter, Lin Yimian retracted his thoughts and explained: "I just need a job that can support myself and my family, and it has nothing to do with other people and other things." "It's not about you.

The air was as quiet as if time had stood still, and the soothing and soft music of the hall was faintly heard. Lin Yimian stared at a reflective shadow on the ground, waited for a while, and found that Song Wenli didn't seem to intend to speak, and it was possible that there was really nothing to say.

She looked up at Song Wenli, who stared straight at her. From his dark eyes, Lin Yimian couldn't tell any emotions, but the words had already been made clear, it was not appropriate to stand here again, after all, she had been away for a long time.

Lin Yimian was just about to bypass Song Wenli, but suddenly heard the latter say "Got it", and then turned around and left quickly.

The voice was full of impatience, and the back looked a little anxious to clear up the relationship with her.

Lin Yimian lowered his eyes and shook his palm, laughing at himself, Song Wenli really didn't want to stay with her for a second after knowing that she would no longer pester him.

*

Lin Yimian's performance at the banquet was indeed outstanding, and Frank followed up to find Lin Yimian several times in private. Although she was only invited to taste the wine together, and there was no project involved, Lin Yimian still felt very happy, which showed that her previous efforts were still effective.

And Frank himself is a typical Frenchman, a romantic gentleman, funny and humorous, and polite to ladies. When I get along with him, I feel relaxed and feel that I am greatly respected.

On this day, she and Frank had just come out of a bar when they received a call from Tong Wanxiu.

It was noisy on the other end of the phone, and the music was so loud that it was almost the same as the vibration of the bar behind her.

Lin Yimian guessed that Tong Wanxiu was in the bar now,

"Mianmian, woo woo, come and pick me up, I'm going to die." Tong Wanxiu was crying over there.

"Where are you?"

Tong Wanxiu said the name of a bar, which was an hour away. Lin Yimian was afraid that something would happen if he was late, so he had to say goodbye to Frank politely first.

Frank wanted to go with her, but Lin Yimian politely refused. No matter how much Frank talks to her during this time, he is still a customer. It's easy to get into trouble when you involve people at work in your private life.

When Lin Yimian arrived at the bar, Tong Wanxiu was already lying on the bar in a delirium. She shouted a few times in the past, Tong Wanxiu opened her eyes in a daze, and within a few seconds of being awake, she lowered her head again.

Lin Yimian had no choice but to help Tong Wanxiu leave the bar, and on the way back, Tong Wanxiu had been sleeping very quietly, but after moving the person to the sofa at home, Tong Wanxiu suddenly woke up.

She struggled to find her phone, said she was going to call her ex-boyfriend, and scolded him.

Lin Yimian only found out at this time that Tong Wanxiu's bag was in the bar. She coaxed Tong Wanxiu a few words, left her mobile phone, and turned back to the bar to find the bag.

The crowd of people in the bar, the smell of alcohol and hormones filled the air, the lights were dim and bright, and the reverberation sound was deafening, and the place where Tong Wanxiu had been sitting before had already sat in the other people.

Lin Yimian searched around the bar counter but didn't find it. I went to ask the bartender again, and then I followed the booth where Tong Wanxiu had been before. Then she saw a khaki bag that looked like Tong Wanxiu on the edge of a booth near the stairs, and walked over to take it and opened it for a look.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Lin Yimian thought that he was standing at the top of the stairs to block others from going downstairs, so he subconsciously moved his position.

When she saw Tong Wanxiu's mobile phone, she breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to close her bag and leave, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed.