Several people were stunned for a moment, and their anger subsided. They pushed each other and smiled eccentrically: "Oh~~~important~~friends~"
Jiang Baixing: "..."
The young man stayed for two seconds, his ears turned red. He rushed forward and tried his best to argue with them: "That's not what I meant! Don't think like that! I'm sorry for her!"
Several good brothers became even more crazy after hearing this: "It's me, I'm not responsible for her,"
the young man was in a hurry. To suppress the booing brothers.
The guilt accumulated over the years, the annual memorial service during the Qingming Festival, and the words on the lips of his parents have long turned Ji Fanling into something similar to a symbol, which is perfect, sacred, and unspeakable. .
Not to mention the booing from this group of boys. Although it was not malicious, it was indeed a bit mean. Jiang Baixing was frightened when he heard it, and he was afraid of dirtying his sister in the sky.
In any case, knowing where his sister works is considered new progress. Even if he works hard every day, he must let his sister live a better life.
There is one more important thing.
Apart from childhood memories and unclear intuitions, he also needs more conclusive evidence.
He had to find a way to test it.
Confirm whether she is... that person.
*
9pm on Friday, Beiwan Airport.
Master Chen parked the Maybach at the pick-up gate early. When Fu Yingcheng came out of the airport, light snow fell in the air.
The man was tall, without an umbrella, and a few snowflakes fell on his broad shoulders.
Master Chen opened the door for him, keenly aware that he was in a bad mood.
It's the kind of thing where you work non-stop, lack of sleep, and are cold to freezing point after encountering something unpleasant.
After getting in the car, Fu Yingcheng called Han Wentao and told him in a few words to come back from Germany. From the moment he made the call, Zhang Jian would be fully responsible for the European Project Department.
Fu Yingcheng coldly interrupted the loud and urgent defense on the other end of the phone, saying only one sentence: "I warned you last time, how many more opportunities do I want?"
After hanging up the phone, Fu Yingcheng Cheng called Secretary Wen and asked her to arrange a senior management personnel transfer meeting tomorrow morning and go through a work handover scene.
Two phone calls caused the temperature in the car, which was clearly well-heated, to drop sharply.
Fu Yingcheng briefly sent a few messages and pressed his eyebrows: "Master Chen, the stuff..."
"It has been delivered," Master Chen said, "and it has been placed on the carpet at your door."
"Okay . "
Master Chen thought for a while and then said cautiously: "...When I was delivering the things, I met Miss Ji."
The atmosphere in the carriage changed quietly.
Fu Yingcheng raised his eyes and silently glanced at Master Chen in the rearview mirror.
Master Chen said: "She brought a bag of pomegranates, as if she was going to give it to you."
"Put it at the door too?"
"No, you were not at home, so she took it away." Master Chen added, "I think It's not convenient for her to go back alone, so I sent her back."
Fu Yingcheng hummed and moved his eyes to the window, as if he didn't take it to heart.
Master Chen didn't mean to take credit when he said this. Fu Yingcheng was on a business trip to Shanghai and he had nothing to do. Driving was his job, so he just mentioned it casually.
Fine snow fell on the windshield and was wiped away by the wipers regularly.
After passing two traffic lights, it was about a quarter of an hour later.
Suddenly, a soft voice came from the back seat, and a sentence came up casually:
"...She just borrowed my money and wanted to repay the favor."
Master Chen was stunned.
Talk to him?
Are you still thinking about this?
Master Chen's mind was spinning for a long time. He didn't know what conclusion Mr. Fu was coming to, so he said after careful consideration: "But I think Miss Ji is sincere. She can just pay back the money after borrowing it."
"You don't know her." Fu The voice should be smooth and without any emotion.
"——She just wants to be equal to others."
Logically speaking, if Fu Yingcheng said this, Master Chen should shut up.
But after all, he has been driving for twenty years since he was young, and Master Chen has also become a human spirit, and he can subtly smell something special in his words.
Sometimes, a person may appear to be arguing with others, but in his heart he is eager to be denied.
"But," Master Chen said, "it's already past eleven o'clock at night, so it's not easy to come here. If you don't want fresh fruits, you can wait until the rest day."
There was silence in the carriage. .
This heavy silence made Master Chen feel guilty. At the intersection with a red light, Master Chen pushed the gear to P and quietly glanced in the rearview mirror.
The man was wearing a long black coat. He was not working in the back seat as usual, but was looking sideways out of the window.
The light and shadow at night penetrated the dark car windows, creating a cold skeletal look on the man's face, like a taciturn and noble statue.
The lip lines are also tight.
Only the corners of his lips were slightly raised imperceptibly, and they couldn't go down for a long time.
Master Chen: "..."
Are you happy?
For the first time, I discovered that Mr. Fu was quite easy to be happy.
Fu Yingcheng moved slightly, and Master Chen immediately looked away.
The man was silent for two seconds: "Let's go to Jixing Street."
Master Chen said: "Okay, Mr. Fu."
Beiwan Airport is on the outskirts of the city, and it was already past ten o'clock when they arrived at Jixing Street.
There was a thin layer of snow in the air, the streets were deserted, almost all the customers were gone, and the waiters rarely had time to relax. Some were watching videos in the corner, while others were eating fried rice at the table.
The girl sitting at the front desk was playing with her mobile phone in a daze. When she saw Fu Yingcheng's face, she instantly became energetic. Just as she said "Hello, how many are you there?", Fu Yingcheng glanced at the room and turned around. Lift the curtain and come out.