"Congratulations!" Luo Xiaoqian's tone was no longer ridiculing. "Last time, I thought about your question carefully. You are right. In fact, the most important thing is who the girl really loves. If she
I like you too, and I support you in pursuing her."
"That girl..." Jiao Yang walked to the big screen and looked at her close-up picture fixed on it, "It's actually you."
On the other end of the phone, Luo Xiaoqian was stunned.
His tone was so deep that it didn't sound like he was joking at all.
Five seconds later.
Jiao Yang laughed loudly, "Xiao Qian, do you believe it?"
Luo Xiaoqian's heart relaxed immediately, "Only a ghost would believe you, playboy."
She knew that he admired her talent, knew that he initially wanted to win her over to his company, knew that he later regarded her as a friend... but she never believed that Jiao Yang would have the same feelings for her as a man and a woman.
However, at that moment just now, Jiao Yang was too deep, not like him, so she almost believed it.
Fortunately, he was just joking.
Otherwise, she really doesn't know what to do.
"Okay, that's it, remember to treat me to hot pot another day!"
"No problem, old Beijing hot pot, Sichuan hot pot, Chongqing hot pot... whatever you choose."
"A deal?"
"See you there or not!"
Luo Xiaoqian hung up the phone, sat next to Leng Zimo, held the box on her lap, and her eyes fell on the two bracelets again.
The more I looked at it, the more I felt that the feathers inside really looked like two half-spread wings.
"Zimo, do you know what this is?" She looked at the bracelet inside with a smile, "Jiao Yang said he folded his wings and gave them to us."
Leng Zimo's eyes also fell on the pair of bracelets. In the sunlight, the feather-like silk wadding in the bracelets shone with a faint golden light.
"Very beautiful wings." He raised his hand to hold her shoulders, and he hesitated for a moment, "Invite him to your house for hot pot some other time, and I'll cook it for you."
"Really?" Luo Xiaoqian looked surprised.
Leng Zimo nodded lightly, "In the past, Emperor Vision has been competing with ATV, or maybe we can cooperate."
He has been listening to the two people's phone calls.
Although he couldn't hear Jiao Yang's voice, he could imagine the general content of the two people talking on the phone.
Because he deeply loves the same woman, the person who understands Jiao Yang best in the world is probably Leng Zimo. When he imagines that man's mood at this moment, Leng Zimo's heart is naturally touched.
In fact, from the first time the three of them had dinner together, he knew very well that Jiao Yang was never joking with Luo Xiaoqian.
It's just that these things are Jiao Yang's business.
Before, the two were competitors, so he would naturally not help Jiao Yang point out Luo Xiaoqian's feelings.
Now, the outcome has been decided. Since Jiao Yang didn't say anything himself, of course he can't say it for him. Besides, he understands Luo Xiaoqian best. If she knew about this matter, she would probably feel better.
responsibility.
On the other end of the phone, Jiao Yang slowly lowered his phone, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.
"Angel?! If I were really an angel, God would definitely not joke with me like this."
He had done this kind of thing to confess to women too many times, but never once was he sincere, and never once was he doubted.
This time, it was the only time I was sincere, but in the end, it was only regarded as a joke.
This is probably God’s punishment for his previous cynicism, right?!
