Zhang Ling knew that she was indeed a little nervous, but she could not admit it for the sake of dignity at this time. So, she defended herself: "Yes, I am nervous, but they are not nervous about you."
"Are you worried about me?" Yan Yuan shook her head and mouthed, "Look, look, my dear Lingling used me as a shield to protect a man. Suddenly I feel so sad! Woo hoo..."
After saying this, Yan Yuan wiped her tears as if Xiaojiabiyu had been greatly wronged.
Zhang Ling was obviously used to Yan Yuan's scenes, so she pushed her shoulder, shook her head helplessly and said:
"Come on, come again. You have as many roles as those boyfriends you have dated. Sisters, I have already been immune to it."
"Zhang Ling!" Yan Yuan suddenly shouted, her red eyes were a little moist, she pursed her lips, and glanced at the slightly frightened driver, "How can you... expose someone else's background in front of outsiders? It's really too much.
ah!"
Yan Yuan's rosy cheeks looked a bit irritated, which was likely to get worse.
The taxi driver was a little worried and hurriedly tried to clear the relationship and said: "I'm talking about you two beauties. I didn't hear what you said. But please don't be startled. This will affect my driving safety."
of."
Zhang Ling smiled bitterly and replied: "Master, I'm sorry! My friend is a little nervous, don't mind. I'll let her settle down..."
Yan Yuan then shouted: "That's too much! Zhang Ling, you..."
Based on Zhang Ling's past experience, the simplest and most direct way to deal with this situation is to hold Yan Yuan in her arms and say a few soft words like coaxing a child, so that there will be no further complications.
"Okay, I was wrong, okay? Let's stop making trouble."
Yan Yuan just remained docile for a few seconds, then seemed to remember his purpose again, broke away with all his strength and shouted: "Who caused trouble? It's obviously you who went too far."
"Okay!" Zhang Ling said perfunctorily.
"Seeing as you took the initiative to admit your mistake, it's not that I can't forgive you."
"Ah?" Zhang Ling looked at Yan Yuan in surprise, but considering the driver's feelings, "Okay, what do you want me to do to be forgiven?"
Yan Yuan suppressed the ecstasy in her heart and continued to pretend to be angry and said: "Unless you must satisfy my curiosity, I will not be done with you today."
She looked at the driver and had no choice but to compromise: "Forget it, ask what you want to know now. I will answer it seriously, okay?"
"Really!" Yan Yuan achieved his goal, his tone was normal, with an obvious sense of excitement.
Only then did Zhang Ling realize that she had lost to this drama queen again. She rubbed her head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "Yeah! However, I haven't finished my words yet. The condition is that I will only answer one question from you today. You have to think carefully about what to ask."
"No, at least two questions."
Yan Yuan wants to know one question most: what did Zhang Ling say to Wang Hai?
Seeing Zhang Ling being so nervous about Li Xiang's phone number, another person wanted to know all the known information about this blind date.
"Forget it. I can remain silent and not say a word. You can continue to act like a child. Anyway, it's not me who is embarrassed. I can pretend not to know you." Zhang Ling pretended to be indifferent and looked at Chi.
Outside the window.
Yan Yuan knew very well that Zhang Ling's decisions were generally impossible to change easily. He thought that some gossip was better than nothing, so he decided to compromise:
"Okay! I want to know what exactly you said to that Wang Hai?"
Zhang Ling looked at the scenery outside the car window and smiled. This was a problem she had long expected.
Because Yan Yuan felt that she would meet this man Li Xiang sooner or later. Then she could get to know him personally, but regarding Wang Hai's question, this was probably the last chance to get the answer.
Zhang Ling only stated some of the facts she saw to Wang Hai.
She caught Wang Hai's fear of losing his girlfriend, and saw that the dress he bought for his girlfriend was an A-grade product.
I wonder which woman in the world can endure the man she loves lying to her?
Yan Yuan suddenly realized after listening to Zhang Ling's explanation: "By the way, the brand the woman mentioned belongs to light luxury. We often see it when we go to shopping malls, but we just didn't pay attention to the trademark. Lingling, you are so amazing! You can actually see the trademarks on clothes.
Pirated copies are defective.”
Zhang Ling smiled and said nothing, looking out the car window again at the rapidly moving scenery. However, consciously or unconsciously, she was thinking about the scene about Li Xiang.
Sometimes she would pick up her phone, wanting to reply to a text message from Li Xiang, but wondering how to word it?
"I'm sorry to say, I just asked for help" felt a bit too polite and lost its nature, so I deleted it.
"Read!" felt too condescending. Considering that she still had something to ask Li Xiang for help, she had no choice but to delete it again.
…
Yan Yuan was a little bored, so she kept talking to the driver about every thrill of her confrontation with Wang Hai.
At this time, Li Xiang was already standing in front of the unknown villa where the real Li Xiang lived.
He took out his mobile phone and checked it expectantly. There was still no text message from Zhang Ling, and there was no trace of the game on it. For a moment, his eyes showed a little disappointment.
He comforted himself and muttered: "Maybe Zhang Ling is busy with more important things. Forget it, let's wait until she reports her work to the boss."
Li Xiang rang the doorbell three times, and the door opened automatically. As before, as soon as he stepped in, a unique scent of sandalwood hit him.
A woman wearing a standard housekeeper uniform, who looked somewhat similar to him, stood at the door and saluted him: "Sir, you are here. Mr. Li is waiting for you in the study. Please follow me this way."
"Okay, Butler Muzi, I'd like to trouble you." He replied politely and followed closely.
To be honest, he had never seen the real Li Xiang's face. Every time they met, they would talk through a screen or a door. There was always this housekeeper waiting beside him.
study.
"Mr. Li, we're here." The butler stood on the side of the screen in front of the desk and said salute.
The man behind the screen did not raise his head, as if he was practicing calligraphy with a brush in his hand. Then the man's energetic voice came out: "Sit down and watch tea."
He glanced at the wicker chair beside him, moved to sit down, and began to report his work incessantly. The butler came as ordered, leaned over and poured him a cup of tea prepared on the wicker table, and handed it to his hands.
It was his first time to come to this study room, which was about thirty square meters in size. It was separated by a screen, and the space suddenly seemed a bit compressed.
A little nervous, he wanted to take a sip of tea to calm down, but he inadvertently knocked over the tea cup on the wicker chair, and the cup fell into the trash can under the table.
"Sorry, I'll pick it up right now."
He hurriedly leaned over and reached out to pick up the tea cup. He was curious to find the medicine box in the trash can. The foreign word Androcur on the medicine box was the most eye-catching.
He didn't understand foreign languages, so he could only look up the meaning later.
At this time, the housekeeper hurriedly came over, held the garbage basket in his hand, and said nervously: "Sir, you go on, this kind of thing is still up to me."
While talking, the butler threw all the tea sets on the rattan table into the trash can.
"This... doesn't have to be like this, actually..." Seeing that the housekeeper turned a deaf ear to his words, he felt a little embarrassed and stopped talking.
The butler did not raise his head, and said while sealing the garbage bag: "Maybe this tea set belongs here. Just wait a moment, and I will prepare tea for you again."
Although he didn't know how much the tea set cost, he knew it must be worth a lot if it appeared in such a high-end residence. It was a pity to discard it so easily.
Seeing the housekeeper hurriedly walking out of the study carrying a garbage bag, he seemed to feel that he had lost something important.
He stood up and walked two steps in front of the screen and said, "Mr. Li, I'm sorry, I will definitely pay for the tea set according to the price. I think you should just give me a price, otherwise I will always feel guilty."
More than ten seconds passed and no answer was heard.
"Mr. Li, Mr. Li..."
After calling several times in succession, Zhen Li Xiang, who was behind the screen, still did not answer. He seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, and the brush in his hand was swaying on the desk like flowing water.
He guessed that the creation of his calligraphy works must have reached the final stage, and he did not dare to disturb the other party by making any more noise.
for a long time!
Li Xiang, who was behind the screen, didn't say a word after the housekeeper went out. He vaguely felt that he was repeating the same action with his pen, without changing the paper or dipping the ink.
He also had a strong intuition: He was currently the only one in the study room.
He bravely prepared to go to the side of the screen to check to confirm this intuition, and also took a look at Li Xiang's true appearance out of curiosity.
He tiptoed and moved slightly towards the side of the screen. The distance was still two meters, one meter, 50 centimeters...
He stopped 10 centimeters away. Now he only had to tilt his head to see Li Xiang's true appearance, but he felt inexplicably excited and expectant in his heart.
He took a deep breath and was about to take a peek, when the door to the study room opened.
"Presumptuous! What do you want to do? Did you forget our contract?"
A voice full of anger sounded, and he took a few steps back in panic, and quickly defended: "No, Mr. Li, don't be angry. Seeing that you are so selfless in practicing calligraphy, I just wanted to go over and help you polish it."
Perhaps because of his panic, he didn't pay attention at all. In fact, Mr. Li's angry voice came from behind.
At this time, Butler Muzi was already standing on one side of the screen, and the other end of the screen said sharply: "Get out!"
He didn't know why Mr. Li was so sensitive. He could only try his best to explain:
"Mr. Li, I'm sorry, I was rash. But I can guarantee that I really didn't see anything just now. Besides, I haven't finished reporting to you the work I just did."
"Go out, Butler Mu will see you off!" There was determination and disgust in his voice.
The housekeeper stepped forward with a serious look on his face, opened the study door, made a gesture of invitation and said: "Sir, please!"
Li Xiang has indeed violated the first clause of the contract. Without the authorization of Party A, he is not allowed to use any means to snoop or inquire about any privacy of Party A.
In order to keep his job, he could only try harder and said: "But Mr. Li, you haven't arranged the next work for me yet."
"Butler Wood!" There was obvious impatience in his voice.
It seemed that if the housekeeper didn't invite the person out quickly, he would also pack up and leave with him.
"Sir, please don't embarrass me and leave quickly!" the housekeeper at the door said in a pleading tone.
In the end, he could only sadly follow the housekeeper out of the villa door.
Thinking back to all the details of today's meeting, even if he had wanted to pry into privacy, he had not succeeded!
Zhen Li thought that there was no need to be so angry, so he kicked him out without even talking about work.
Could it be that as the housekeeper said, Mr. Li is a patient who has difficulty controlling his emotions due to illness?
But Butler Muzi didn't say what kind of illness Mr. Li had.
Suddenly, an image of a pill box in a trash can appeared in his mind. He was a little excited and decided to look it up online first, relying on his memory.
