"You, how did you and Yu Hanxin break up?" Song Jiajia finally summoned the courage to ask.
"Because of you..."
"Me?" Song Jiajia asked in surprise.
"After your birthday night, I wanted to be with you. Of course, Yu Hanxin was also very angry, angry that I mistakenly thought you were her. So we broke up." Lan Feiyang said vaguely.
"Oh, it was only after you hugged me and kissed me that you realized it was me you actually liked?"
is that so?
Of course not! He just has to shoulder this responsibility. In addition, he doesn't hate Song Jiajia, and there is still a friendship. If it were Zhong Rong, he would not bother to care.
Even if a quarrel breaks out and Yu Hanxin doesn't forgive him for this, he won't give in. The worst he can do is go on alone. (Rape? Haha, he was drugged with aphrodisiac at that time! No way.
Possibly sentenced to jail?) Since he and Song Jiajia have some foundation, he feels that he will always like her in the future.
But now...as I held her in my arms, I thought of Yu Hanxin's sad and desperate eyes, and I couldn't help but feel tearing pain in my heart.
Love, he underestimated its power to hurt!
"What's wrong with you?" Feeling the stiffness in his body, Song Jiajia couldn't help but ask in surprise.
"It's nothing, I just had some leg cramps." Lan Feiyang shook his head to cover up.
Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Lan Feiyang took it out and saw that it belonged to his uncle Wu Bingzhen. He immediately pressed the answer button: "Hello, uncle."
"Feiyang, what are you doing?" Wu Bingzhen asked kindly.
"Oh, I was playing outside with my classmates." Lan Feiyang glanced at Song Jiajia and said.
"You haven't been to uncle for more than half a month. Come back tomorrow."
"What's the matter?" Lan Feiyang's thick eyebrows slowly frowned, forming a faint word "Chuan" between his eyebrows.
He estimated that Wu Yingna must have told his uncle and aunt about him and Yu Hanxin. Should he go back and listen to their lobbying and nagging? He was not happy at all.
However, he is also his uncle, so he can't say no. Even if he can escape the first grade of junior high school, he can't escape the fifteenth grade.
Why……
"Oh, tomorrow I will introduce you to some relatives from my grandpa's hometown. I will take some time off in the afternoon, and then we will have dinner together." Wu Bingzhen asked calmly.
"Okay." Lan Feiyang had no choice but to agree.
Song Jiajia chewed a candied fruit and obediently watched Lan Feiyang make a phone call. From the intermittent calls and Lan Feiyang's expression when he answered the phone, she found that Lan Feiyang seemed reluctant to go to her uncle's house.
"Who is your uncle?" Seeing him hang up the phone, Song Jiajia asked unconsciously, "Which provincial leader is he the secretary of?"
She remembered that when Lan Feiyang first found his grandmother and uncle, he said that his uncle was the secretary of a certain leader in the province.
"My uncle's surname is Wu. He is the deputy governor." Lan Feiyang kicked the phone into his pocket, "But my uncle asked me to keep a low profile. So, just know it yourself and don't tell others."
"What, just a secretary to the vice-governor should keep a low profile?" Song Jiajia's eyes widened in surprise, but then she nodded, "But yes, the secretaries of the provincial governor and provincial party committee secretaries are all very popular. I'm afraid it's
Are you afraid that people will look for connections and ask for help?"
Lan Feiyang knew that she had misunderstood, but he was too lazy to correct her.
Seeing her slender index fingers pinching preserved fruit, it was cute, so she quickly took out her phone and "clicked" to capture this beautiful moment.
"Ah, you were secretly filming!" Song Jiajia, who was pouting her mouth and preparing to bite the preserved fruit, exclaimed, "Why didn't you say anything, are you ugly?"
"Ugly, so ugly!" Lan Feiyang looked at the cute beauty on the phone pouting and about to bite the preserved fruit, and said as if he was deliberately playing a prank.
"Ah... show it to me!" Song Jiajia said and rushed over to grab the phone.
"No, no, just no." Lan Feiyang refused to show her. "Give it to me." One of them hid and the other chased around, but suddenly their lips touched each other.
Song Jiajia couldn't help but widen her eyes, but Lan Feiyang stopped.
Song Jiajia was drunk last time and was confused and didn't know what was going on. This time it was her first kiss. Her lips and cheeks suddenly became hot, and she didn't know what to do next.
Lan Feiyang choked. He didn't want to kiss her so early. He wanted to talk to her after a while.
However, they all came together. Moreover, it was soft and rolling, and the girl's faint body fragrance also spread out during her rapid breathing... He unconsciously turned around and kissed the petal-like lips.
However, he never pried open her teeth, entered her mouth, and tasted her soft and delicious tip.
It's better to leave it for later, otherwise I will definitely miss Hanxin. Not only will that not be effective, it will also be unfair to her.
Seeing Lan Feiyang pull away her lips, Song Jiajia lowered her head shyly, but her heart was sweet and full of joy.
The next morning, Lan Feiyang, who had just returned from practicing in the fifth space of the circle, suddenly heard the content of Wang Man's phone call to Tingfeng: My cousin is on his deathbed. Please prepare well. I will pick you up at noon.
Go to the hospital.
Lan Feiyang shook his head unconsciously: "Hey, we actually got together. Let's split up."
At noon, Wang Man drove a Jetta to the office building of Bailongbang Hongye Industrial Company and went directly to the deputy general manager's office.
Then she closed the door and took out her own makeup tools to help Tingfeng put on makeup, trying to make him look more like her cousin Yang Lan, such as hairstyle, beard, eyebrows, glasses, etc.
"Why go to all this trouble? Didn't you say that your cousin is already on his deathbed? Can he see that?" Lan Feiyang's consciousness couldn't help but ask.
"Even if my cousin can't see it, then my cousin-in-law can. So it's better to try to put on makeup that looks like her. From now on, when my cousin-in-law returns to her hometown, you can relax a little bit. If it doesn't work, just
It doesn’t matter if you say you’ve had plastic surgery. But you must not be careless in the first step.”
After more than half an hour, it was finally done. When Lan Feiyang looked in the mirror, he almost didn't recognize himself. With this wig, fake beard, fake eyebrows, and plain glasses, he almost seemed like a different person. And everyone was different.
It seems a little rustic.
"I've looked at him carefully. Except for your mouth and facial contours, you look a bit like my cousin. You don't look like anything else. Even your height is 4 and a half centimeters taller." Wang Man looked at him carefully and said, "Fortunately, it's good to be in disguise."
My strengths are now 70-80% similar. As for losing weight, I can say that I have worked hard outside in the past few months. If I am taller, I can say that I have lost weight and look taller. Okay, let's go."
In the car, Wang Man still said uneasily: "Come on, let's go over the rough lines again."