Lu Yan ran over and took the broom and dustpan from Ji Fanling's hand: "I'll come, why don't you go first? I think you seem to be a little lame."
Ji Fanling was stunned for a moment: "It's okay, it was just a knock yesterday. "
Ji Fanling folded up the plastic stools and moved them indoors. When he was almost finished moving, the sound of a heavy-duty motorcycle's engine whizzing by came from the end of the road, and a black motorcycle parked on the side of the food stall.
Ji Fanling caught a glimpse of the figure in the car and instantly felt angry. He turned to Lu Yan and said, "Then I'll leave first. I'll clean up tomorrow."
Lu Yan: "Why are you so polite?"
Ji Fanling took off her apron and said angrily Rushing, she ran towards the roadside. The man who was sitting on the motorcycle also took off his helmet, stood on the roadside with a smile, took two steps to meet her, and stretched out his hand to pick her up.
From a distance, it looked a bit hazy at night. The two were running in both directions, and the man hugged her full of meaning.
If Ji Fanling hadn't thrown the gold chain into his face.
"Don't show up in front of me."
Ji Fanling said coldly, "This is the last time I'll give you something back. If you do it next time, just throw it away."
Cheng Jiali took off the gold chain from his head, dumbfounded and said: " You don't like it?"
Ji Fanling: "You can't understand people?"
The thorn in her words was not concealed. Cheng Jiali looked at her for a moment and shrugged helplessly: "Can you tell me? What did I do wrong?
"I apologize, okay," Ji Fanling sneered, "You might as well get me and your wife together."
"..."
Cheng Jiali paused. After two seconds, she shook her head and smiled, the kind of smile that finally understood what she was making of her petty temper: "You, you..."
Ji Fanling: "???"
"Jingyun is Jingyun, you are "You."
Cheng Jiali bent down and said in a coaxing voice: "She and I are not the kind of relationship you think. Our parents ordered the family to marry, and she is older. You are different from her... Ji Fanling
couldn't listen anymore and turned to leave: "I see you are not only old, but you have also lost your brain."
Cheng Jiali smiled and pulled her wrist: "Okay, okay, I have no brains, and I will send you back if you are a brainless person. " Home?"
Ji Fanling threw away angrily: "Don't touch me."
Cheng Jiali was unwilling to let her go and wanted to coax her away, but Ji Fanling couldn't leave, and wanted to give him a harsh punishment. Shoulder fall.
While the two were pulling each other, the black car that had been parked in the shadows on the opposite side of the road suddenly woke up from silence, blew its whistle, started, and drove in a sharp direction.
The front of the car swung towards them emitted bright lights, and the beam of light pierced the night like a sword, illuminating the two people.
The moment it stopped.
Cheng Jiali held on to Ji Fanling's hand, and Ji Fanling hugged one of Cheng Jiali's arms, showing everything clearly.
Ji Fanling squinted and recognized Fu Yingcheng's car.
Behind the dazzling light, through the windshield, you could only vaguely see the expressionless face of the man in the driver's seat.
Ming Ming can't see clearly.
But she felt inexplicably that the eyes behind the car window were bottomless.
The high beam in front of the car went out, and the front of the car turned around and stopped in front of the girl, almost knocking over the motorcycle parked in front.
It was so cold that he said, "Get in the car."
Chapter 19 Long Mouth
Cheng Jiali frowned.
He thought this was some short-sighted Didi driver who just urged people to get on the bus. He also drove violently and turned on the high beam to dazzle people and even almost knocked over his motorcycle.
"You are so anxious to pick up a single monkey? Do you know how much my car costs..." Cheng Jiali raised his head with a smile.
Rather than looking at people, a man's first reaction is to look at cars.
Rolls-Royce pure black Cullinan, one of the most expensive SUVs in the world. The model is named after the largest South African diamond mined to date, the Cullinan. It is as low-key and luxurious as an aristocrat inside and out. The license plate is still rich. You can't even buy a serial number.
Cheng Jiali's anger was stuck in his throat.
The probability of this kind of car running Didi is lower than Cinderella's pumpkin car.
The night became darker through the car window, and the man's profile was stern.
He actually looked a bit...indescribably familiar.
Cheng Jiali lowered his head and asked Ji Fanling: "Do you know him?"
Then he looked up at Fu Yingcheng: "Did you call the wrong person?"
Ji Fanling shook off Cheng Jiali's hand without hesitation and got into the car.
Before the seat belt was fastened, Cullinan had already accelerated instantly with the roar of the accelerator and sped away.
...
Fu Yingcheng's car always had the heating on, but today there was an indescribable chill.
The light from the street lamp gradually slid over the man's face like a stream of water, but it was as depressing as if it was not warm and the clouds were gathering.
Ji Fanling was also irritable because of Cheng Jiali and didn't say anything for a long time.
At a red light at an intersection, the car braked a little too hard. Ji Fanling rushed forward a little, but was restrained by the seat belt and said casually: "By the way, you came very early today, didn't you?" He
was usually on time. She always takes the bus by herself after work, and we can only meet her on the way after eleven o'clock.
Fu Yingcheng didn't look at her. His fingertips turned white when pressed on the steering wheel, but his tone was very soft: "What a coincidence?"
"It's quite a coincidence."
Ji Fanling said, "But why did you start driving? So fast? Don't come to pick me up if you're in a hurry."
Fu Yingcheng glanced at her and said coldly, "How could you run so fast?"
The
light of the red light reflected the man's darkness. There was a certain cold sense of taboo in her eyes, which was as dazzling as when she rushed out of the food stall and ran all the way to Cheng Jiali.
I see him always walking slowly, and I can't recognize the car for a long time.
It turns out that when you meet other people, you just have to run.
Fu Yingcheng lowered his eyes, and a very light angry laugh escaped from his throat: "It seems that the fall was not heavy yesterday." Why bother to rush to pick him up early.