He said, and was about to leave. After thinking for a moment, he reached out and grabbed a young waitress next to him: "The girl who just spoke to me left her things here with me. I'm in a hurry to leave. Can you help me?" "Shall I give it to her?"
Lu Yan was confused and said: "Oh... ok."
Cheng Jiali smiled at her, and the drummer on the other side of the phone asked, "Jixingjie?" "What are you doing there?
" Remember at the wedding, I said I saw someone who looked like my first love?"
"What a shame," the other person reacted and scolded with a smile, "You're so good, you've already got me?"
"It's still early? "
Morning?" "What does she do?
" The person
on the other side couldn't help but sneer contemptuously: "Isn't that easy?"
Cheng Jiali shook his head in confusion, "I don't know. The words offended her, and I sang to her, and she gave me the middle finger.
"..." The person on the other side was silent, "How can I forget it ?
"
Don't you just like her face? Her temper is much worse than your first love."
"How can I put it..."
Cheng Jiali got on the motorcycle and put on his helmet. He couldn't help but think of the girl who was so violent in the end. He raised the corners of his lips unconsciously, his heart itching terribly.
"She is a person from head to toe."
"Even her temper is very similar to my first love."
It was also him ten years ago and now.
All.
I like the look at first glance.
*
What Cheng Jiali asked Lu Yan to give to Ji Fanling was a small red bag.
In the bag is a women's red rope bracelet, with a small golden rose tied in the center of the red rope.
When Ji Fanling opened the bag, Lu Yan's eyes widened: "Did you leave the gold with him?!"
Ji Fanling: "..."
The girl raised her eyes speechlessly: "Do you believe anything he says?"
Lu Yan helped She used her mobile phone to take photos and search for pictures, and found a bracelet of 999 pure gold with 0.5 grams, which cost about 300 yuan.
No matter how expensive it is, it's not that expensive. It may not be as valuable as the music festival ticket.
But the ticket Ji Fanling can be treated as waste paper, but the gold cannot be thrown away casually.
It was like a hot potato. If she accepted it, it would be a tacit permission for the two of them to go further.
If you don't accept it, you can only add him as a friend, contact him proactively, and make an appointment to return the bracelet, but you won't be allowed to meet him again.
Whether Cheng Jiali makes a profit or not, he will not lose money.
Ji Fanling found it ridiculous.
Could it be that from the very beginning, Cheng Jiali returned her beads and made a special appointment to meet at Chuanteng Mansion just to invite her to dinner?
At that time, seeing her boyfriend become a married woman overnight, she was somewhat depressed about the discomfort of people being different, but Cheng Jiali was planning to have an ambiguous extramarital affair...
But at that time , Cheng Jiali was planning to have an ambiguous extramarital affair. Jiali and her only glanced at each other from afar during the wedding.
Did you fall in love with her at first sight?
What can you like about her?
——It can only be that he likes her because she looks like Ji Fanling who died early.
...
I was treated by my ex-boyfriend as a substitute for my dead self and chased him with the same tactics he used to chase me.
So fucking outrageous and unlucky.
In the past, Ji Fanling would have killed him and scolded his eight generations of ancestors.
But she really didn't have the energy to go to work, and she didn't want to take the initiative to approach him and comply with his wishes.
Her colleague, Sister Xu, took a week off because she contracted a cold and had a high fever. The food stalls were understaffed, and the waiters were supposed to have a single day off. She was eager to get double overtime pay on rest days, so she has been working all day since she started working. No rest.
After get off work, Ji Fanling leaned against the vibrating car window and almost fell asleep. At 11 o'clock in the evening, she dragged her heavy body into the house. She felt that her legs and feet were no longer her own, and she fell down on the sofa.
When Fu Yingcheng entered the house, he saw the girl lying upright like a mummy.
There was no need to go out anymore, so he put down his car keys at the entrance. When changing his shoes, he noticed that Ji Fanling's shoes were not arranged neatly today.
Compared with the upper and lower shoes, it is about two fingers' distance to the right.
It's just that Fu Yingcheng's shoe cabinet is as neat and tidy as obsessive-compulsive disorder from top to bottom, so it's a little obvious.
Fu Yingcheng lowered his eyelashes, put down his own shoes, and closed the shoe cabinet door without touching hers.
When he entered the house to wash his hands, he passed by the second bedroom and from the corner of his eye, he saw that Ji Fanling's quilt was not spread and was piled into a ball.
This was expected.
When she first arrived at his house, Ji Fanling would work hard to fold tofu cubes, but later she just folded them. Last week, she overslept one day and was almost late. She had no time to fold the quilt, so Fu Yingcheng didn't say anything.
...Since then, her quilt has never been folded again.
After Fu Yingcheng washed his hands, he went into the bathroom and walked back to the living room. Along the way, he found many details, such as the plastic work badge thrown at the entrance, the water glass that was drunk but not put back, and the water glass that was not hung up but just hung up. The coat on the back of the chair... was like a trace left on a wide, white snow.
In the past, Ji Fanling was tight at home, speaking carelessly but being cautious in doing things.
Fu Yingcheng never made any demands except not letting her clean, but she secretly catered to his standards in every move she made.
If Fu Yingcheng asked her to leave one second ago, she would be able to carry the plastic bag full of sundries behind the door and erase all the traces she left in his house the next second.
It was as if she was always ready to be driven away.
Just like a wild cat that is used to wandering, no matter how warm the stove or how much milk you give her, she will only curl up at the threshold and look at you warily, unwilling to leave any trace of this temporary home. footprints.
But now.
Fu Yingcheng walked back to the sofa, but the girl was still lying head down, motionless.