Fu Yingcheng asked again: "Do you have money?"
"Yes..." Ji Fanling held the two dollars in his pocket and looked away, "Almost."
"Can you borrow mine too?"
"What about tomorrow?"
" Are you still asking me to borrow it? "
...
The man's tone was not aggressive, low and calm, and his words were spoken leisurely.
There was a condescending coldness in his voice.
Ji Fanling fell silent.
Her friendship with Fu Yingcheng may be a little better than that of ordinary classmates, but they are not friends.
We haven't seen each other for ten years, so I opened my mouth to borrow money.
It's a bit shameless.
There was a heavy silence in the car.
The driver said tentatively: "Well, I can take you nearby..." Seeing the glance from the end of Fu Yingcheng's eyes, he subconsciously stopped talking.
"It's getting late, don't delay Master Chen from getting off work."
Fu Yingcheng raised his chin: "Get out of the car."
Ji Fanling had no choice but to get out of the car.
The rain had stopped, and the water on the ground reflected the moon that was missing behind the clouds. The wet soles creaked like a sponge when walking.
The girl put her hands in her pockets and walked out of the community.
Fu Yingcheng's house is in a good location, and the hotel price is at least twice as high as that near the school. If I had known better, I shouldn't have taken this ride.
She was still thinking when she suddenly heard a voice from behind: "Where to go?"
"I didn't take your money, you care where I go?" Ji Fanling turned around, expressionless, "You won't ask me for travel expenses, right?"
"I It means you don't need an ID card to stay at my house, and you don't need any money."
The man, with his tall and straight back, stood under the building, with the bright lights in the building behind him, and looked at her calmly:
"There is a guest room, it's not as good as a hotel, you can't live in it. "
Really?" Ji Fanling was stunned for a moment, then ran back, "Your family is fine, your family is fine, thank you..." Classmate Bai Lianhua.
The driver not far away heard this and almost stepped on the brake instead of the accelerator.
...
He knows Mr. Fu's style. When he is busy, every second counts, and he will never waste time on problems that can be solved with money.
I heard that the girl was not talking to Mr. Fu in a respectful manner. She should be a relative or friend... a child? Then she should book a room for her, which costs only two or three hundred a night. With Mr. Fu's worth, even if she books it for a whole year, she won't even blink an eyelid.
——Why did you just take someone home just for this little money?
The driver was puzzled.
It's true.
Damn it.
*
The decoration style of Fu Yingcheng's home has a dull and deserted style, with no fireworks. It is decorated in black, white and gray tones and looks very empty. It is more like another business place than a home.
The large black mirror makes the interior space look neat, straight and excessively clean. Even the toes of every pair of shoes on the shoe rack are aligned in the same direction.
When Fu Yingcheng entered the house, the first thing he said was to ask her to take a bath.
Ji Fanling felt that in his eyes she should be like a ball of mud, dirty wherever she went, so she didn't object and entered the bathroom.
She started to wash, only to find that there were no Chinese characters on the back of the toiletries in the bathroom, and she couldn't figure out what they were for.
It was not convenient for Ji Fanling to ask, so he gave full play to his English skills, translated them one by one, and ordered a bottle of what looked like shampoo.
Her clothes were soaked through. She came out of the shower and wanted to make do with it, but she found that Fu Yingcheng had brought her a set of pajamas.
...Probably because he was afraid that her bed would be dirty when she slept on it.
The pajamas were soft dark gray, new, washed but never worn.
It was like singing a big show on her body, dragging it on for a long time.
Ji Fanling pinned the cuffs and trouser legs up a few times, held the waistband of the trousers with one hand and came out. The slippers were too big, and he kicked and kicked when he walked.
Fu Yingcheng was coming out of the kitchen, holding a pot of noodles with one hand and serving it to the table.
Although it is a quick-cooked late-night snack, it is filled with fat beef rolls and shrimps in the refrigerator, seafood soup base, and a golden soft-boiled egg lying on the surface.
Ji Fanling glanced at him and turned away expressionlessly.
My stomach growled twice, very unpromisingly.
Fu Yingcheng saw her coming out, glanced at her inadvertently, and looked away: "You've cooked too much, do you want to eat it?"
"Yeah, it'll be too bulky if you don't eat it at night, so I'll help you eat some."
Ji Fanling He leaned over and took a look, "...just plain noodles, no side dishes, I'm not hungry."
Fu Yingcheng glanced at her: "What are you thinking about? I didn't plan to give it to you."
Ji Fanling: "... …"
Oh.
I wanted to thank him originally, but suddenly, I didn't want to thank him anymore.
Ji Fanling sat down to eat noodles. Fu Yingcheng sat down next to her, picked up the chopsticks, and answered the phone without taking a bite.
After listening to a few words, the man stood up, tapped the table with his fingertips, and said nonchalantly: "There is an emergency at the company, so you ate mine too."
Ji Fanling slurred while sucking the noodles, and reached out to put his The bowl was also brought to me.
...
She had been hungry for ten years with just two bowls of noodles.
Ji Fanling ate soup and noodles, showing off with a big mouthful.
*
study.
The person on the other end of the phone didn't hear a reply for a long time, and said loudly: "Hey, I'm talking about Fu Yingcheng, are you listening?"
The man's slender figure passed through the towering mahogany bookshelf and was reflected on the glass of the display cabinet.
The expressionless face on the glass stared at him.
The noisy voice in the receiver was pulled by the drifting thoughts, and fell into the ears noisy and unclear, as if it had lost its authenticity.
"Fu Yingcheng, hello - Fu Yingcheng!"
"How else are you going to listen?"
Fu Yingcheng finally came to his senses, loosened his collar with one hand, and said coldly, "When did you call, did you mean to talk nonsense? ?"
"Nonsense? How can this be nonsense? Didn't you say you'd be back soon? I've been wearing it all day! The accent makes me sick."