Verse 49

For the first time, she wore a mask and stood under the gaze of all kinds of people, and was nakedly looked down upon and insulted.

People who have not been able to make any waves always shake their heads tactfully and say that they have a boyfriend to avoid further insistence from others.

Nie Zhao knew that the boy who often came to the convenience store to buy things and peeked at her was about the same size as Fu Kun, who was in the same class as Jin Zhuoqi, and occasionally heard Fu Kun call him Zhou Xian, not a local, sometimes wearing a black-framed glasses, liking to wear a white shirt, looking very thin, and having the temperament of a good student who sat first in the school tyrant district in high school.

It wasn't until dinner time was about to end that the liveliest wave of people at the convenience store dispersed, and Nie Zhaocai pinched the back of his neck, crooked his neck and pinched his arms.

Recently, it was cold, and the new male colleague in the store bought milk tea for everyone, and seeing that Nie Zhao had been busy, he called her to remind her: "Drink it while it's hot." โ€

Nie Zhao chuckled at him, "Thank you." โ€

He waved his hand: "You're welcome." โ€

Nie Zhao took a sip of milk tea, looked at the name on it, and put down his phone a few more times.

It wasn't interesting, her mouth was so dry that she wanted to smoke a little, so she asked her colleague to watch it for two minutes.

A colleague glanced at her and admonished, "Do you have a smoking addiction?" Smoke less. โ€

Nie Zhao was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head: "There shouldn't be." โ€

It's just that I really want to smoke.

When I came back, as soon as I stood at the front desk, I saw several people standing on the road opposite the convenience store, including Fu Kun, Zhou Xian, and Jin Zhuoqi.

There is a basketball game tomorrow, and they have to rehearse in the evening, so they didn't have time to come out, but they were pulled by Zhou Xian to come and see the little girl at the front desk of the convenience store.

He pointed to Jin Zhuoqi, even though he was far away, he still whispered: "It's that front desk, it seems to be called Nie Zhao, Nie Xiaoqian's Nie, Zhao is a call to call, isn't it very good?" โ€

What's so good? Fu Kun twitched the corner of his mouth.

Also Nie Xiaoqian.

If he knew that Zhou Xian was pulling him and Jin Zhuoqi to give him a confession of his morale, he would definitely tell him directly about Nie Zhao's relationship with Jin Zhuoqi.

But he also couldn't understand what Jin Zhuoqi's current situation was with Nie Zhao, saying that he was not his object, and saying that the other Zhou Xian probably wouldn't be too convinced.

In Zhou Xian's impression, Nie Zhao has always been a quiet and pure soft girl.

These words also accounted for a sister.

"Do you think I want WeChat?" Zhou Xian said very nervously.

Jin Zhuoqi came out of the gymnasium and only when he heard Zhou Xian's words did he know what he was here for.

He chuckled and smoked the cigarette, the expression on his face was uncertain, and Fu Kun on the side was silent.

Zhou Xian saw that they were not optimistic about his appearance, and his face could not be hung up.

"No, it's the first time I've chased someone, and I've been chased by others before, okay, don't hit me too much."

Fu Kun glanced at Jin Zhuoqi's expression, patted Zhou Xian's shoulder, and said, "If you change someone to chase after you, you will be a convenience store girl who dropped out of high school, and she will not be able to do it for a long time." โ€

Zhou Xian's family is a real scholarly family, and it is impossible to look down on Nie Zhao at all.

Fu Kun tried to name the gap and let him give up on his own.

"What are you talking about? What's wrong with dropping out of school? Why do you look down on people when you speak??? Zhou Xian exploded in an instant.

"......" Fu Kun didn't bother to say more to him.

"Then there you go."

Zhou Xian was speechless: "But it seems that a lot of people want her WeChat, but she didn't agree." โ€

After saying this, even Jin Zhuoqi lifted his eyelids and looked at Zhou Xian.

Fu Kun was a little surprised: "A lot of people? She was wearing a mask and couldn't see what she looked like, maybe it was a ghost, a snake god. โ€

"You're going to have to fight, yes???? aren't you?" Zhou Xian waved his fist in annoyance and said angrily.

"I'll shut up, I'll shut up, you go and ask for it, I'll invite you to dinner when you arrive." Fu Kun said again, "Brother Jiazhuo, Brother Zhuo also invites you to dinner, eat two meals, I still don't believe you can get it." โ€

Jin Zhuoqi was noncommittal, and stood lazily beside him, leaving him alone, agreeing with Fu Kun's words.

Zhou Xian, who was still hesitant, instantly became arrogant, and he couldn't lose a man's dignity if he lost.

In the end, the three of them went to the convenience store together, Jin Zhuoqi stood at the door and didn't go in, Zhou Xian bought a box of chewing gum, looked at Nie Zhao when he checked out, and only after paying the money did he stare at her several times.

The convenience store was brightly lit, shining on the girl's exposed half of her white face, and he didn't have to look at the whole face to know how thrilling the face was under the mask.

There were no other guests next to him, and his gaze was too straightforward, Nie Zhao paused, glanced at Fu Kun next to him, and took the initiative to ask.

"Is there something wrong?"

Seizing the opportunity, Zhou Xian immediately pinched his mobile phone and called up the WeChat two-dimensional code, and said with some stumbling eyes: "But, can you add it, can you add a WeChat?" โ€

Nie Zhao glanced at Fu Kun, who was just watching fun, and then glanced at Jin Zhuoqi, who was smoking with his back to her outside the door.

Wearing a school uniform, a black suit with lines, black suit pants, black leather shoes, a cheap suit that he lined up like a low-luxury brand, with a tall posture, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and superior facial features that were almost sharp.

He is addicted to smoking, and he is very addicted to smoking, and he has to smoke whenever he does it.

Nie Zhao never denied that Jin Zhuoqi's face was also very in line with her aesthetics, and most of the reason she โ–กโ–ก Jin Zhuoqi was because she was also greedy for his body.

took out his mobile phone and gave the WeChat account to Zhou Xian.

Fu Kun instantly guessed that Nie Zhao was given because of Jin Zhuoqi, and opened his lips to say something, but he didn't have time to say anything.

"Drop" added.

Zhou Xian's eyes lit up in an instant, holding his mobile phone like a treasure, and said with a smile: "Then I'll go first, you go to work hard, and I'll see you tomorrow." โ€

Fu Kun: "......"

God good work.

Waiting for Fu Kun to come out, Zhou Xian lowered his voice and couldn't stop the ecstasy in his tone.

I just said!! How could I not do ! โ€

Jin Zhuoqi moved his eyebrows, glanced at his mobile phone, and walked leisurely with his pocket in one hand, with a melodious tone in his tone: "Given?" โ€

Zhou Xian nodded heavily, and said very generously: "Let's go, I'll invite you to dinner, you don't need to invite you, you can eat whatever you want." โ€

Jin Zhuoqi stopped and looked back at Nie Zhao slightly, the person was still standing at the front desk, the convenience store was empty at this time, and the white light above her head just fell on the girl's long black hair, and she was looking out and happened to meet his gaze.

Those eyes are clear and bright, the eyelashes are dense, and when they are silent without speaking, they really meet the aesthetics of most boys, and they make people full of possessiveness at a glance.

Moving his gaze back, the smile in Jin Zhuoqi's eyes became even stronger, and he played with the lighter in his hand, and laughed uncertainly: "So generous, thank you Boss Zhou, and congratulations to Boss Zhou for holding the beauty as soon as possible." โ€

Fu Kun was embarrassed: "...... Thank you, Boss Zhou. โ€

Zhou Xian heard their teasing ridicule and waved his hand shyly: "Then we need to make persistent efforts." โ€

Nie Zhao and Jin Zhuoqi looked at each other, and there were only two words left in their minds - finished.

He doesn't want to give it up?

Nie Zhao frowned, she thought that he was standing at the door and meant to let her give, after all, it was his friend.

Nie Zhao has not forgotten the xenophobia of his friends.

What if you give it?

She can't call the shots on WeChat?

When nothing happens, keep doing what you're doing.

Outside the window, a light rain suddenly fell, and the rain peaked at 10 p.m., when the rain crashed on the ground and suddenly exploded, and the sound was deafening.

The door of the convenience store was closed, and there were not many people who came to buy things at this time, so Nie Zhao propped up the front desk and looked out the window in a daze.

It wasn't until 10 p.m. that she got off work and was about to leave when her colleague Avi asked her if she had brought an umbrella.

"It's still raining heavily, did you catch a taxi?"

Before Nie Zhao could reply, he heard him come over and ask, "Nie Zhao, is that car at the door waiting for you?" It stopped for two or three hours. โ€

Nie Zhao was stunned for a moment, and looked at the door, where there was nothing on the road separated by a layer of glass doors, except for some light spots blown up by the rain and vehicles speeding back and forth.

"What car?"

Avi's eyes widened: "Luxury car!" Black Mercedes AMG, my dream car. โ€

Nie Zhao said indifferently: "I should have forgotten to leave." โ€

She didn't think Jin Zhuoqi would come to pick her up.

After struggling to pack up and prepare to take a taxi out, standing at the door, he consciously glanced in the other direction at the car in the rain, there were no lights, the rain covered the glass windows, and it was parked alone on the side of the road.

Nie Zhao looked away, and as soon as his eyes were on his phone, a message popped up.

[What to see?] Get in. ใ€‘

Nie Zhao was a little surprised, and replied: [My battery car is still at the door. ใ€‘

[Locked.] ใ€‘

Nie Zhao took a deep breath and walked into his car with an umbrella, even if it was a taxi, the battery car could only be placed here.

When she got into the car, the umbrella was wet, and she threw it directly in the back.

Glancing at him, he was still wearing the school uniform suit, revealing the collar of the white shirt underneath, and even looked like a sven scum.

After the car started, Nie Zhao thought of the situation a few hours ago and casually asked, "That Zhou Xian, is that your classmate?" โ€

Zhou Xian sent her a message, saying when to ask her for dinner, but Nie Zhao didn't reply.

In the silence of the space, the interval between the few seconds that he did not reply was stretched much, much longer.

After a long time, I heard him "raise my voice."

Nie Zhao looked over, his bony fingers were naturally bent, his elbows were propping up on the steering wheel, the sound of "brushing" wipers echoed in his ears, and the wet air was viscous and heavy.

"What? What do you like the genre? He spoke suddenly.

Nie Zhao didn't say anything, I don't know what kind of madness this master has.

"Got it right?"

The sound ringing in my ears is very deep.

The car stopped in the parking area near the building, the engine turned off, and there was a long silence except for the sound of the rain.

The door clicked.