In fact, Lin Ya didn't say many words, but he just lost his patience and raised his head. Just as he wanted her to get out of the way, he saw Ji Yi standing at the entrance of the supermarket not far away.
She was looking at him and Lin Ya, her eyes were very clean, without any emotion, but he didn't know what was going on at that moment, there was a thump in his heart, and there was an indescribable panic, and he subconsciously turned to her She raised her foot, but before that foot could be taken out, she had already turned around and left in a hurry.
His originally not very good mood suddenly became extremely bad. He stared at the place where Ji Yi had just stood for a while, then he didn't even buy a lighter, turned around, opened the car door, and returned to the car.
He ignored Lin Ya's hand and kept tapping on the car window, stepped on the accelerator, threw her behind the car, and drove away.
When he was about to get home, He Jichen received a call from Han Zhihui, asking him to come and play cards at the "Brilliant". He couldn't decide whether to go or not, so he said "hmm" and put down the phone.
Driving to the gate of the community, He Jichen was about to turn in, but he hesitated for a moment, but chose to turn the car around and drive towards the "glorious".
The time spent playing cards passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the sky outside the window was already dark.
After He Jichen pushed down the cards in front of him, Han Zhihui raised his wrist and glanced at the time. It was almost eight o'clock, so he turned his head and looked at He Jichen, who had remained quiet and had not made a sound since he appeared. He opened his mouth and asked, "Want to have something to eat next door?"
He Jichen knew that the "next door" mentioned by Han Zhihui referred to the Beijing Hotel. He casually stroked a card with his fingertips, pondered for a moment, nodded lightly, stood up first, and walked out of the box.
Han Zhihui hurriedly greeted the waiter, signed the bill, then picked up his clothes and hurriedly chased him out.
After eating, Han Zhihui took out his cigarette case out of habit and smoked a cigarette. Just as he was about to put it to his mouth, he thought of He Jichen, so he changed the direction of the cigarette and handed it to He Jichen, " Have one?"
He Jichen stretched out his hand and took it without saying a word.
Han Zhihui first lit a cigarette for He Jichen, and then lit his own. He bit the cigarette butt and took a puff slowly. He thought that He Jichen would hold the cigarette between his fingers like before, not smoking, and wait quietly. After the cigarette burned out, the next second, the man actually put the cigarette into his mouth and took a heavy drag.
Han Zhihui, who had been classmates with He Jichen for four years at university, knew him well. He liked cigarettes but never smoked.
This seemed to be the second time he saw him smoking except three years ago, when he saw him smoking heavily.
He Jichen's unusual behavior made Han Zhihui stunned for a moment, and then his eyes fell on He Jichen's dinner plate. Then he belatedly discovered that there was no oil stain on He Jichen's dinner plate. There seemed to be only one oil stain on He Jichen's dinner plate. He ate alone without even moving his chopsticks.
Han Zhihui quickly spit out the cigarette from his mouth and asked, "What? Are you in a bad mood?"