After Jiang Zimo stared at the webpage for two minutes, he decisively picked up his phone and called Ying Bailu.
After hearing her request, Ying Bailu was so angry that he stopped singing and stopped singing. He took his cell phone and ran outside the KTV and yelled at Jiang Zimo.
"Your sister Jiang Zimo, you think I am the daughter of the boss of the National Security Bureau and you can't let me deal with this kind of thing all day long! Do you think it is so easy to investigate the upload time of a web page information? So
It’s easy for you to find someone to try it yourself….@#$%^^&&&&&….”
Jiang Zimo was accustomed to holding her cell phone farther away, so as not to affect her mood when listening to music. After the other party finished venting, she reminded: "I am pregnant now."
After saying that, he stopped saying anything and waited for the other party to come over and apologize to him.
Sure enough, as soon as she heard this, Ying Bailu lost her voice. After a while, she muttered with great reluctance: "I know you are a pregnant woman, hum, pregnant women are amazing, pregnant women are
Master, okay, if I am afraid of you, I will go find someone for you now!"
Jiang Zimo raised his eyebrows, suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, and responded: "Well, this is the right way!"
Ying Bailu: "...". After three seconds, she hung up the phone. You can imagine what a crazy scene there was.
Jiang Zimo didn't feel that she was going too far at all. Ever since she was a child, she had known that perhaps the greatest luck in her life was that she still had these best friends who could spend money on her.
After drinking the hot water in the cup, she asked the driver to drive out, saying that she was going back to the Jiang family mansion to see the progress of the decoration of the new house.
After arriving at the Jiang family mansion, she plunged into the large study room with an area of 100 square meters. Fortunately, only the second floor needed to be renovated. There were still servants in the study room located on the south side of the first floor.
Cleaned every day. So Jiang Zimo quickly found the old, yellowed book from the rows of tall bookshelves.
The servant in charge of cleaning brought hot tea. After Jiang Zimo took a sip, she sat quietly in front of the sunny book shelf and turned the pages of the book.
There was silence in the study. The main renovation of the second floor decoration project has been completed. Now only some details are being decorated. Jiang Zimo sat in front of a pot of orchids with a faint fragrance, and heard the snow melting under the dripping eaves.
There was a ticking sound. Suddenly, she remembered the girlish feelings she once had.
I also thought of him.
My heart still hurts and feels uncomfortable, but it doesn't seem to be as tearing as before.
Perhaps, time will really make people forget everything. Including, such deep love as the sea, such lingering sadness.
Slender fingers turned the pages of the book. Jiang Zimo was thinking about those confusing thoughts while reading.
It wasn't until her shoulders were grasped by a pair of warm hands that she raised her eyes.
"What are you looking at? So entranced."
Jiang Zimo smiled at Murong Qingzhen, held up the book in his hand and said: "This is the ghost story I pestered my mother to tell me when I was a child, Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. A manuscript from the Qing Dynasty, it's still worth it.
Here’s some money!”
Murong Qingzhen put her hand into his broad palm and said with pity: "Look at you, your hands are so cold, so I don't ask anyone to turn on the heater. This study is so big, it will make you cold."