Lin Zhiming and Zhao Meng came to Xiao Ling's residence together.
Lin Zhiming opened the door and walked into the room.
To Lin Zhiming's surprise, the doors and windows of the room were closed tightly, making the whole room very dark.
Xiao Ling was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a pillow in her hand.
The TV in front of her was on, and the news was playing on the TV. The sound of the news was turned up very loud, which was a bit noisy.
Seeing Lin Zhiming appear, Xiao Ling jumped up from the sofa excitedly, ran directly to Lin Zhiming, and hugged Lin Zhiming.
Lin Zhiming didn't know what to say, so he could only pat her on the back, and then said to Zhao Meng beside her, "Go and turn on the light."
Zhao Meng walked to the side and turned on the light.
As soon as the light was turned on, Zhao Meng could see clearly the appearance of this miserable little girl.
"She is indeed a beauty." Zhao Mengwu nodded to himself.
"Okay, let go first." Lin Zhiming said.
"Well..." Xiao Ling nodded and let go of her hand a little reluctantly.
"You haven't come to see me for many days. I thought you didn't want me anymore." Xiao Ling said aggrievedly.
"I've been busy lately, so why don't you go sit on the sofa?" Lin Zhiming pointed to the sofa next to him.
Xiao Ling walked to the front of the sofa and sat down.
Lin Zhiming walked to the window and opened the curtains.
"Why don't you turn on the lights or open the windows?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"I don't want to." Xiao Ling shook her head.
"I know you are mentally traumatized right now, but you have to know that you are the only one who can make you happy now, and nothing the rest of us can do is of any use." Lin Zhiming walked up to Xiao Ling and said.
"I also know this is true, but every time I close my eyes, I think of my parents, so I don't dare to sleep every day, I just keep watching TV..." Xiao Ling said with red eyes.
"Hey!" Lin Zhiming sighed, pointed to Zhao Meng aside and said, "This is my secretary Zhao Meng."
Later, Lin Zhiming pointed at Xiao Ling and said, "Zhao Meng, this is Xiao Ling. His father is my friend. Their family has encountered something, and I will take care of her now."
"Hello Xiao Ling." Zhao Meng walked to Xiao Ling and sat down.
Xiao Ling turned to look at Zhao Meng and found that this woman was very beautiful, and the smile on her face was soft and kind.
"Hello, Sister Meng." Xiao Ling said.
"We, Mr. Lin, have a lot of things to do on weekdays. Even after get off work, we have a lot of things to do, so... the responsibility of taking care of you in the future will be left to me. I believe we will become good friends." Zhao Meng said.
"Well..." Xiao Ling nodded.
"Xiao Ling is usually very lively, but she has something on her mind now. If you have nothing to do in the future, come over and stay with her and take her out for a walk." Lin Zhiming said.
"Don't worry, boss, there will be no problem leaving this matter to me!" Zhao Meng said, patting his chest.
"Yeah." Lin Zhiming nodded, then pulled up a chair and sat down, chatting with Xiao Ling.
Xiao Ling's condition is much better than some time ago, but there is still a clear difference from the time when she was talkative. Lin Zhiming does not expect Xiao Ling to recover in a short time. She can recover within a year and a half, of course.
, it’s okay if she can’t recover in a year and a half, Lin Zhiming is already prepared to take care of Xiao Ling for the rest of her life.
After chatting with Xiao Ling for a while, Lin Zhiming had to leave because he had an important dinner tonight.
"Xiaomeng, don't go to the dinner party with me tonight. You and Xiao Ling are together. You can cook her something delicious, or you two can go out to eat together. You can buy whatever you want. I
If there is a card for you, just swipe that card." Lin Zhiming said.
"Please don't leave so quickly, idol." Xiao Ling looked at Lin Zhiming pleadingly.
"Xiao Ling, the boss has a lot of things to do recently. He will come back to you when the things are settled, and I will always be with you. We can do a lot of things together, and the boss doesn't have to be here." Zhao Meng said.
"That...okay then." Xiao Ling hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.
Lin Zhiming pulled Zhao Meng aside and gave some instructions before leaving Xiao Ling's residence.
After Lin Zhiming left, Zhao Meng walked to Xiao Ling, sat down next to Xiao Ling, and then took Xiao Ling's hand.
"Xiao Ling, I am older than you. From now on, I will call you Lingmei and you will call me Mengjie. How about that?" Zhao Meng asked.
"Okay Sister Meng." Xiao Ling nodded.
"I believe the two of us will definitely become very good friends." Zhao Meng said.
"I hope so too," Xiao Ling said.
Zhao Meng smiled, with a look of pride flashing in his eyes.
On the other side, Lin Zhiming drove outside Zhao Shijun's house.
To be precise, it is at the outermost guard post.
Lin Zhiming sat in the car, lowered the window, and put one hand on the window.
It was six o'clock in the afternoon, and except for the man at the sentry post, there was no one around.
At this moment, a woman's figure appeared at the guard post.
The woman walked out from the other side of the guard post and walked directly towards Lin Zhiming.
Lin Zhiming turned sideways and opened the passenger door, and then the woman got into the car.
"I thought you wouldn't come to pick me up." Zhao Chuchu said as she pulled down the passenger's dressing mirror and straightened her hair in the mirror.
"You are a sick person after all." Lin Zhiming said, started the car and drove forward.
"So are you pitying me?" Zhao Chuchu asked.
"There's no mercy, just humanitarian concern," Lin Zhiming said.
Zhao Chuchu flipped through a cigarette, then adjusted the seat, pulled the seat to the farthest back position, then took off his shoes, raised his legs and placed them under the windshield.
Lin Zhiming glanced at Zhao Chuchu's legs. Zhao Chuchu was not wearing socks, just wearing a pair of cloth shoes on his bare feet.
"You're not afraid of making my car smell." Lin Zhiming said dissatisfied.
"Then change a car." Zhao Chuchu said.
"No matter how rich you are, it's not made like this." Lin Zhiming said.
Zhao Chuchu smiled and took out a box of white Zhonghua from her bag.
"If there is a skin injury, smoking will cause blood vessels to constrict, which is not conducive to wound recovery." Lin Zhiming said.
"My wound has healed a long time ago." Zhao Chuchu said, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, then tilted the back of the seat back and sat on the passenger seat in a semi-lying position.
A burst of turbid smoke overflowed from Zhao Chuchu's mouth, covering Zhao Chuchu's face, making it impossible to see Zhao Chuchu's face clearly.
Lin Zhiming thought of an old movie "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily" for no reason.
There was a brief silence in the car.
Zhao Chuchu said nothing, and neither did Lin Zhiming.
And this is nonsense.
After a long time, Lin Zhiming stopped the car.
Zhao Chuchu opened the car door and walked out.
Lin Zhiming also got out of the car and looked at the sign of the store next to him.
Bei Si Chang Men Ding Meat Pie?
Lin Zhiming was a little surprised. He thought that Zhao Chuchu would have to go to a more private and high-end place to treat him to dinner, but instead he ended up at a meat pie shop.
Zhao Chuchu threw the cigarette butt into the ditch nearby, then opened the door of the meat pie shop and walked in.
Lin Zhiming followed and walked in and found that there were many people sitting in the shop.
"Our family used to live here. My dad was the director of the North No. 4 Factory, so he often came here to eat when he was young. After he moved away, he came less often, but he still came here occasionally. The door-nail meat here is
The cake is said to be ranked second in the imperial capital, but no one can say it is first. Wasn't Liu Baorui's door-nailed meat cake very popular some time ago? That's where Liu Baorui learned his craft." Zhao Chuchu walked to the front desk while introducing.
"Eight meatloaf, two bowls of millet porridge, two cold dishes, and one Niulanshan." Zhao Chuchu ordered the things familiarly.
"I haven't seen you for a while, Xiao Zhao, how have you been so cool recently?" The front desk boss smiled and greeted Zhao Chuchu, then turned to the kitchen and shouted, "Eight cakes, two porridges, two cool ones.
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"Hey, don't mention it, I almost died." Zhao Chuchu shook his head and responded in authentic Imperial Capital dialect, then walked to the side, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Lin Zhiming sat opposite Zhao Chuchu.
"I haven't even brought my best friend here." Zhao Chuchu said.
"Then I'm really honored." Lin Zhiming smiled.
"Do you know why I invited you to dinner today?" Zhao Chuchu asked.
"Why?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"I want to try my best one last time." Zhao Chuchu said seriously.
"One last effort? What's the effort?" Lin Zhiming asked doubtfully.
"Try hard to convince you to marry me." Zhao Chuchu said.
Lin Zhiming's face froze slightly, then he shook his head with a smile and said, "It's unrealistic."
"What did you hear last night?" Zhao Chuchu asked.
"I heard everything your brother said." Lin Zhiming said.
"Oh..." Zhao Chuchu nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "You waited until my brother made a move on me before taking action. Are you trying to sell me a favor?"
"Yes." Lin Zhiming nodded and said, "But what surprises me is that you pretended to be unconscious two days ago."
"Knowing that I broke it, do you feel a little guilty?" Zhao Chuchu asked.
"Why should I feel guilty?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"Because it's possible that it was because of the wine you poured into me that I died. From now on, there will be one less wonderful person in the world." Zhao Chuchu said.
"This is the first time I heard someone praise me as a wonderful person." Lin Zhiming said with a smile.
"When you went to see me, I was actually already awake." Zhao Chuchu said.
"What a scheming bitch." Lin Zhiming said.
"I'm just good at making use of all available resources and situations, aren't you the same? In my opinion, the two of us are actually the same kind of people." Zhao Chuchu said.
"No, we are not the same kind of people. You can't compare to me." Lin Zhiming shook his head.
"Your conceited look is exactly the same as mine." Zhao Chuchu said with a smile.
"You really think highly of yourself." Lin Zhiming said.
At this moment, the waiter came over with meatloaf and millet porridge and put the things on the table.
"I'll eat first, and I'll tell you later. I've been hungry for two days." Zhao Chuchu said and started eating without caring about his appearance.
Lin Zhiming picked up a meat patty and took a bite. It was crispy on the outside and tender and juicy on the inside. It was truly a masterpiece.