Qi Xiaoya made a ninety-degree salute to him and whispered: "Thank you!"
After saying that, she turned around and ran away, not wanting to respond to the cynicism that was chasing her.
Looking at her back that seemed to be running away in panic, Xiao Chang narrowed his eyes slightly, and his thick and curly eyelashes tried to hide all the expressions in his eyes.
Shen Jiarui hurriedly stepped forward and said in a cooing voice: "Mr. Xiao, it's very windy here. I've been standing here for half a day, and if I continue standing here, I will freeze into popsicles!"
Xiao Chang glanced at her lightly, took her hand away from his arm, and said coldly: "In that case, why are you still here? Don't you know that the crew has been waiting for you?
Is it too long?"
After saying that, he left her behind, strode to the car, opened the door, got in, and drove away.
Shen Jiarui froze on the spot, tears glistening quietly in her eyes.
A staff member quietly approached and said cautiously: "Sister Jiarui, everyone is waiting for you! Look..."
After hearing this, the tears in Shen Jiarui's eyes disappeared without a trace, and a bright smile bloomed on her face, "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!"
After saying that, he raised his legs and turned around to walk inside.
The staff member followed behind her.
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Winter nights in l city are really cold and dry.
The biting cold wind made people unable to stand, and it was more like a knife blowing and hurting people's faces.
Qi Xiaoya, wearing a down jacket and a large mask, huddled at the entrance of an alley, breathing hot air into her hands while constantly peeking out.
This is already the seventh night that she has stayed here and waited.
That day she endured extreme humiliation and begged Xiao Chang to support her in front of everyone but was rejected. After taking away the 200,000 yuan, she went straight to the hospital and handed over the entire 200,000 yuan. Then she dragged her exhausted body and didn't know what to do.
This is how I walked back to school.
In short, she stayed in bed for three days and three nights after that time.
Not eating, not drinking, not thinking about anything, just lying on the bed in such a state of confusion, using this self-mutilation method to commemorate the unrequited love that withered and died before it sprouted.
Three days later, she struggled to get out of bed and carried the basin to the bathroom to wash up. When she met the brightly dressed school girls in the corridor, they all screamed as if they had seen ghosts.
He shouted, then turned around and ran away. Halfway through, he broke out into an exciting laugh that was filled with fear and a bit of adventure.
That laugh was all too familiar to her.
When she was young, she and her classmates met an exhibitionist beggar on the way home from school. At that time, she ran away in terror, but halfway there she laughed with her classmates with a red face.
In the past, she thought others were crazy, but now, others think of her as crazy, right?
She thought numbly in her heart.
When I got to the bathroom, I saw a mirror on the bench that someone had left behind. When I picked it up and looked at it, I was struck by the face in the mirror that was blue and black, with layers of white lips and messy hair.
The haggard-looking woman was startled.
It turns out that falling out of love is so painful?
She looked like a ghost as if someone had peeled off a layer of her skin alive.
No wonder this look scares others, isn't she even scared by herself?