Wen Sheng ignored her and continued, "Actually, none of this is important. You and Jiang Yukuo share the same affinity, and it's enough to cherish each other behind closed doors. But if you come out to disgust me, it's your fault. I have a good temper, but
I never said I had no temper."
Xu Ke was choked by Wen Sheng and was speechless.
Only then did she realize that Wen Sheng, who had always been taciturn, actually had a powerful mouth, with a sharp knife on his mouth, which could cut people into pieces in just a few strokes. Everything he said about being gentle and demure, and being knowledgeable and sensible was all Wen Sheng's pretense.
Xu Ke sneered a few times and touched the injury on his face, "Wen Sheng, originally I came to say sorry to you and thank you for taking care of me before, but now... I don't owe you any more."
After saying that, Xu Ke turned and left.
When she walked to the entrance, Xu Ke suddenly turned back and looked at Wen Sheng, her eyes full of endless confusion and dissatisfaction. She said, "Wen Sheng, I am not worse than you, you are just luckier than me and have met the right person.
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Wen Sheng and Zhu Qingjia were both confused when they heard this.
correct person?
The one whose surname is Jiang?
But pull it down!
Zhu Qingjia was too lazy to listen to her beeping, so he stepped forward and kicked her out, and then slammed the door. She arranged her hair and asked Wen Sheng, "Sister Sheng, this guy will definitely file a complaint with Jiang Yukuo!"
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Wen Sheng smiled and said, "Are you afraid?"
"I'm afraid of hammers." Zhu Qingjia said, "If you hit one bitch, you'll get a hit. If you hit two, you'll get a pair! I'll sleep here with you today! Let's see which shameless guy dares to come and loosen his bones!"
Wen Sheng shook his head, "I can't sleep. I asked the cleaning lady to throw away the sofa and coffee table in the living room, as well as the bed and cabinet in the second bedroom. The new ones haven't been decided yet."
Zhu Qingjia glanced at the empty living room, feeling very sad. She had been best friends for more than ten years, and she knew very well that Wen Sheng was not used to sleeping in the same bed with others, even if they were so close. Zhu Qingjia asked again, "Then... you go to my house?"
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"No Jiajia, I have to change an investment analysis report overnight. I will die if I go to your house and commute to work tomorrow morning."
Zhu Qingjia's company is in the south of the city. In order to make it easier to work, he bought a 400-square-meter flat near the company. You must know that the average price of luxury houses in that community is 100,000 yuan, which is simply inhumane.
During the renovation, a bedroom with a study and a dressing room was specially reserved for Wen Sheng, and I wanted to ask Wen Sheng to move there so that she could hang out with her every day.
However, Wen Sheng's company is located in the north of the city, one in the south and the other in the north. The morning and evening rush hours are so congested that Wen Sheng never goes through the workday. He is afraid that the traffic in the morning and evening rush hours will give him a heart attack. So the two can only be "weekend best friends"
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Seeing Zhu Qingjia's worried look, Wen Sheng said, "Don't worry Jiajia, I'm placing an order for a lock changer to come and replace the door lock. If anything happens, I will call the police as soon as possible."
Jiang Yukuo and Xu Ke both had the keys to the house. It was because she left in a hurry that day that she forgot to find someone to change the locks, so Xu Ke had the opportunity to come back to the house again.
After changing the lock, it will be cleaner in the future.
Zhu Qingjia gave her many instructions and accompanied her to change the door lock before leaving.
Wen Sheng came out of the shower and looked at the empty living room, suddenly feeling a little sad.
Returning to the bedroom, Wen Sheng paused for a few seconds when he saw his father's photo on the bedside table.
She remembered the night of the car accident, the deep city was filled with ice and snow, the street lights were dancing in the shadows of the trees, and the north wind was howling and the sky was cold. She stood at the bus stop waiting for her father to come. On a snowy day, don't be anxious and drive slower.
"I haven't seen my daughter for a long time? Why aren't you in a hurry?" My father was on the phone, his tone as gentle as the spring breeze blowing through the willows in March, "You just love to study, and you don't know how to talk about your boyfriend. Dad..."
Before my father finished speaking, a harsh sound echoed through the silent snowy night.
Wen Sheng raised his eyes and saw two cars rushing out of the intersection and colliding with each other, igniting white smoke.
She forgot how she walked up. There was silence between heaven and earth, and the heavy snowfall drowned out her cry for help. She screamed at the top of her lungs, but she could not regain the lost warmth of her father's body.
Wen Sheng walked to the bed and sat down, picked up the photo frame of Wen Ting's book, and rubbed his face with her fingertips. Within a few seconds, tears fell down and hit the glass of the photo frame.
"Dad, can I be alone from now on?"
"I can take care of myself."
"Besides, I also have Jiajia... Dad, it’s not like I have to find someone to take care of me."
Life is only a few decades long, and it is really difficult to find the right person to spend the rest of your life with.
Wen Sheng sniffed and soon stopped crying. She washed her face, came out, opened her notebook, sorted out the information about Qingzhou Restaurant, and wrote an investment analysis report.
When you are sad about spring and autumn, you don't care if you are full, you can only work.
People should never mess up their life because of depressed mood.
Wen Sheng thought that this was the end of her story with the man from Qingzhou.