The two of them haven't gotten together for a while, and Qing Wu still wants to pester her to go shopping again. Jiayu Building is located in the city center, with luxury shopping malls around it, which can be described as a paradise for women. But Lin Wei was asked to join their group.
I made a long phone call and said that there was another meeting to be held in the afternoon.
Qingwu could only stop talking angrily.
When the two of them checked out, it was noon, and the sun was shining slantingly above their heads, making it so warm that it was hard to keep your eyes open.
Qingwu was about to cross the road, but Lin Yan stopped and turned her body to the side in a twisted arc. She squinted for a while and suddenly screamed, "Oh! It's my eyesight."
Or has the sun come out in the west or can sows climb trees? This... this is too weird!"
Qing Wu was confused and stopped, following her gaze. Her face changed slightly and her eyes were stunned. She couldn't help but tightened her sleeves. She said in a low voice, "Don't you have a meeting in the afternoon?
?move."
"Don't bother! My aunt, I finally have a spectacle comparable to a comet hitting the earth for me to see. Where can I go? Come, follow me to meet them!" With that, he pulled Qingwu towards Hong Kong.
City's revolving glass doors.
Qing Wu was anxious, her face turned red and she looked bitter, "Linzi, please."
The low and plaintive voice made Lin Yan stop walking. She turned around, glanced at Qingwu's forced smile, squeezed her hard, and her eyes flashed with mist, "When it comes to serious matters, you are more timid than a mouse.
! It’s not the end of the world, it’s just that my former fiancé and my half-sister Gou are getting together! What’s so big, you unworthy thing! I’m really... I’m really..."
After sniffing, Lin Xing couldn't think of a suitable adjective to describe his mood for a long time as Qingwu's face became increasingly pale.
Qingwu raised her head and blinked. The sun was warm and the light was soft, but she still felt dazzling, so dazzling that she wanted to cry.
Lowering his head, he couldn't help but look into the huge glass window next to him. The city of Hong Kong was still prosperous, with an endless stream of diners. In the booth next to the window, a man and a woman sat facing each other. The man was handsome and elegant, and the woman was red.
Keren, their profile has been through the bright and dark display window for a long time, so grandly entering Qingwu's unprepared field of vision, so clear, so vivid.
She quickly lowered her eyes, her trembling eyelashes held the bright sunlight in her eyes, she held the hand of the bag, clasped her nails, and pinched out a deep mark on the fine soft leather surface.
Until now, she felt like she was dreaming a dream with no end in time. She would rather not wake up from the dream. She didn't expect that what Duan Miaomiao said that day was true. She was really with Xiao Yixiang, let alone
What comes to mind is that the two people who originally thought they would each get what they need are now sitting so harmoniously together, having lunch together, making you laugh and laugh at each other, with deep affection.
And she, a past existence, stood outside the window, staring at everything inside through the glass, time, and hatred, shaking like a piece of wood.
This scene is ridiculous no matter how you look at it.
Seeing her wandering in her thoughts, with complex and secret sadness flashing in her eyes, Lin Yan suddenly patted her shoulder vigorously, with an unusually solemn tone, "Girl, give me some energy!"
Qing Wufu turned around, twitched the corner of her mouth forcefully, and responded with a calm smile, "Don't worry, I'm neither sore nor in pain now. They are both single men and women, and they have the right to love freely. I'm worried about nothing more than that.
It's the antagonistic relationship between Xiao Yixiang and the Duan family. Miaomiao intervened at this time, which made me feel that things have become difficult to handle. The bidding meeting is coming soon, and the Duan family and Zhihe are in a competitive relationship."
"You're a scumbag! Don't be soft!" Lin Xuan raised his fist solemnly and was about to hit a certain area on Qingwu's body. Qingwu quickly dodged it with her eyes and hands, rolled her eyes at her, and deliberately raised her chest, "I'm going to hit you."
,AIRPORT!"
"Duan Xiaoniu! I've turned against you..." Lin Xian rushed toward her and felt much relieved when he saw her smiling.
****
Ling Yansen came out of his old house and asked the driver, Lao Zhang, to take a spin around the city before returning to Jiayu.
Lao Zhang has been with Ling Yansen for a long time and has a very clear understanding of his boss's temperament. It can be seen from his gloomy face that he did not enjoy this lunch.
That's the truth.
In the morning, after the regular meeting, I received a call from my younger brother Ling Sicong. Only then did I know that because he missed the wedding banquet that day, he couldn't go back to school until midnight. Catching up with the holidays for the past few days, he was approaching graduation, and only had the thesis and papers left.
During the defense, I had more free time.
Ling Yansen was very happy. Although his relationship with his younger brother Ling Sicong was not as deep and sincere as that with his eldest brother, because Sicong was the youngest in the family and had an extraordinarily gentle and kind temperament, Ling Yansen doted on this younger brother.
.
He rushed back to his old house with great interest, but the meal made him suffer.
The reason is simply that my mother is here.
It's like this every time. The two brothers get along well with each other and are talking freely. As soon as their mother appears, the atmosphere becomes tense. He, Ling Yansen, is not a saint. Although he has heard Kong Rong's principle of giving up pears, he has never received half of his mother's attention.
, I still have a lot of grudge against my mother and my brother's intimate and natural interaction. It can even be said to be jealousy, hatred, or complex desires.
Every time he saw the kindness and love in his mother's eyes when she faced Sicong, he felt that he, sitting there stupidly, was like a tree from beginning to end, either as a foil or as a contrast, looking so humble, so lonely, and so ridiculous!
Then there was the dull pain like a nail driven into the heart. This kind of pain has almost become a habit for more than ten years. He couldn't breathe, his face was expressionless, and he took two bites of rice in a hurry, not knowing how to taste it.
Something happened at the company, so I got up and left.
Sicong still knew that he got up to say goodbye, but his mother sat at the dining table the whole time, carefully picking up fish bones for her little son, not to mention asking him to stay, not even giving him a look.