Watching the two young men getting into the car silently one after the other and sitting further apart, Zhao Jing took a strange look.
Along the way, there was an unusual silence.
Zhao Jing drove the car and glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time.
There seemed to be a Milky Way between the two people in the back seat. They turned their heads and looked out the left and right windows.
The atmosphere was extremely weird.
Are you having trouble?
Zhao Jing secretly guessed and couldn't help but warm up, "By the way, the person getting married this time has been your friend for many years, right?"
"Um."
A response that is so concise that I don’t want to say another word.
Zhao Jing asked persistently, "Is his wife also from the local area?"
"A classmate in high school." At this point, Yu Qing turned his head and looked at the woman with a serious face, "He is also a classmate of Coach Qingtian."
Zhao Jing was surprised, "Is that so? They are in campus love?"
"I am not sure."
Feeling Yu Qing's gaze and being forced to talk about Zhao Jingqi's topic, Xie Yuqing had no choice but to answer, "It should be a love affair in college."
But I felt a little awkward and unhappy——
Sunny day coach?
I used to call her Yu Qing and Xiao Qingtian, but now I call her by both her first name and her professional name, which is as unfamiliar as possible.
Obviously last night...
She had to admit that his move of wiping away and pulling away really aroused her desire to talk.
"How come Mr. Yu doesn't know? Didn't you go to college with him?" She looked at him and asked.
Her deliberateness was too obvious, and Yu Qing coughed slightly, "We are not together all the time, how could we know so clearly."
"But Mr. Yu has so many magical powers, how could he not be clear about it?"
They talked back and forth, their tone was polite, but Zhao Jing got goosebumps when she heard it.
This kind of indifferent atmosphere is no different from flirting in her sophisticated eyes.
It's also a coach, sir, and the atmosphere is quite good.
Young people just know how to play.
The man in the rearview mirror is no longer the childish and mischievous person in his memory, but he is still tall and high-spirited, like a cedar growing on a lonely mountain.
For some reason, Zhao Jing felt a trace of sour sadness in her heart.
Children will grow up after all...
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Twenty Mercedes-Benz wedding cars came off the highway and turned onto the traffic-controlled arterial road. With their lights flashing, they stopped in front of the luxury club.
When Zhao Jing saw this scene, she lamented that they had arrived by chance, saying that the groom had just received his bride.
They waited for the wedding car to pass before getting out of the car and going in with the invitation cards.
It was the first time to see such a grand scene. Xie Yuqing looked around curiously, wanting to see who were the guests.
There is a fountain with a beautiful artistic conception at the entrance of the club. It is surrounded by evergreen ornamental trees.
The transparent glass plank road, lush artificial grass, and rattan chairs will bring the fragrance of plum blossoms when the wind blows.
It was already dark at this time, but the clubhouse was bright and bright. The white light spread all the way to the rooftop in the distance, bringing a hint of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle.
When Xie Yuqing walked by the fountain, she felt that the shape was abstract, so she took two photos with her mobile phone.
Unexpectedly, after she took a second look, Yu Qing came over and asked her, "Do you like fountains?"
Looking up, there was a dazzling tall lighting lamp, and the halo fell on the tips of his hair, giving off a dizzying color.
She didn't want to talk to her, but at this moment, he suddenly looked at the fountain and said to her, "I like it too, especially the small fountain..."
There was nothing unusual about his tone and his expression was normal, but it made Xie Yuqing instantly think about it.