Kong Daming did not tell Zhao Fengqing about Jiang Jing's affairs in detail. He simply summarized them in a few sentences, and the final point was: "Jiang Jing is famous for his speed in changing girlfriends."
Zhao Fengqing expected him to say no need for change, but he didn't.
"Not bad." Jiang Jin loosened his tie and walked towards her. The light dispersed the original projection of his facial contour. "Have you eaten?"
Jiang Jing said calmly, "You worry too much. I have never had the habit of cheating."
He twirled the disposable chopsticks beside him and asked, "What do you want to hear, Miss Zhao?"
Jiang Jing really understood what she meant, took out his wallet and gave her a hundred yuan.
Seeing that Zhao Fengqing was indifferent, he continued, "Xiaoyin liked him very much. For him, she gave up the opportunity to stay in school, but in the end she was dumped."
"Great." Zhao Fengqing smiled and took out a brand new pack of cigarettes from the drawer of the coffee table and slowly tore the packaging. She raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Jing. "But..."
When Zhao Fengqing called to order the food, it was a little late and the salt-baked shredded chicken was sold out.
Who would have thought that she would listen to me with bright eyes and laugh heartlessly. "I just don't listen, what can you do about it?"
Everything except love
After hearing the other party's series of names, she picked one herself. She thought that if it didn't suit Jiang Jing's taste, she would eat it herself. She wouldn't even give him the twenty yuan back.
She glanced at him with disdain, "What should I do? I'm not very interested in the conditions Mr. Jiang proposed."
Zhao Fengqing held his chin and thought for a long time but couldn't think of any words of comfort. He could only say, "Please accept my condolences." Love is never about giving everything and getting something in return.
"How about one apartment by the sea and one in the city, two in total."
Pay, get change, done.
Zhao Fengqing held his chin and thought for a long time but couldn't think of any words of comfort. He could only say, "Please accept my condolences." Love is never about giving everything and getting something in return.
Kong Daming said with a hint of anger, "How long do you think you can last?"
"Then put it another way." Jiang Jing leaned back on the sofa and said calmly, "I want to be your boyfriend."
Jiang Jing really understood what she meant, took out his wallet and gave her a hundred yuan.
He looked into her eyes, "Yeah."
The long legs under the pencil pants are well-proportioned.
This was the first time Zhao Fengqing heard him speak Cantonese, with a standard S City accent. She pointed to the side and said, "In a few minutes, the shop is next to it." [Translation: In a few minutes, the shop is next to it.]
The lunch box was delivered really quickly. Just ten minutes after I hung up the phone, the delivery guy came straight in.
"Not bad." Jiang Jin loosened his tie and walked towards her. The light dispersed the original projection of his facial contour. "Have you eaten?"
"Who knows, maybe he will dump me tomorrow." She laughed, "There's a saying, it only matters what you've had."
He twirled the disposable chopsticks beside him and asked, "What do you want to hear, Miss Zhao?"
She walked into the lounge and was about to ask when she saw Jiang Jing half-leaning on the sofa and dozing in a very relaxed posture.
Jiang Jing frowned slightly, "How long will it take to deliver?" [Translation: How long will it take to deliver?]
Kong Daming was so angry that he could not speak. "You are stubborn and recalcitrant." Her reaction was not what he expected. He had thought that she would be sad.
She handed it over and sat down across from him.
"Ms. Zhao." He raised his eyes slightly and fixed them on a certain spot, "You are exposed."
She glanced at him with disdain, "What should I do? I'm not very interested in the conditions Mr. Jiang proposed."
Who would have thought that she would listen to me with bright eyes and laugh heartlessly. "I just don't listen, what can you do about it?"
Kong Daming's visit was nothing more than a gossip for her. But she couldn't deny that he betrayed his friend out of concern for her. She should be grateful for this kindness.
Zhao Fengqing turned and walked out of the lounge, asking what dishes were left in the roast meat shop.
He smiled lightly, "Miss Zhao, I actually want to discuss a business with you."
After hearing the other party's series of names, she picked one herself. She thought that if it didn't suit Jiang Jing's taste, she would eat it herself. She wouldn't even give him the twenty yuan back.
After walking a few steps quickly, he turned his head and said, "Zhao Fengqing, I really treat you as an old classmate." He had no bad intentions, but looking at her current life, he felt a little pity. She was so dazzling in junior high school.
Kong Daming's face turned black. He didn't want to interfere in Jiang Jing's love life, but he couldn't bear Zhao Fengqing to be kept in the dark. Who knew that he would be in trouble now.
He twirled the disposable chopsticks beside him and asked, "What do you want to hear, Miss Zhao?"
At this time, Zhao Fengqing, who was sitting opposite, crossed his legs.
"Ms. Zhao." He raised his eyes slightly and fixed them on a certain spot, "You are exposed."
"Um."
Zhao Fengqing wanted to throw the lunch box on his face.
"Then—" Her eyes sparkled. "I want a house by the sea."
"Forget it, I've finished what I want to say. Think about it yourself." He stood up and left.
Kong Daming did not tell Zhao Fengqing about Jiang Jing's affairs in detail. He simply summarized them in a few sentences, and the final point was: "Jiang Jing is famous for his speed in changing girlfriends."
"Then—" Her eyes sparkled. "I want a house by the sea."
She is a person who has little friendship with her classmates. She is too closed to her own world, so she ignores outsiders. She can count her true friends on one hand.
After walking a few steps quickly, he turned his head and said, "Zhao Fengqing, I really treat you as an old classmate." He had no bad intentions, but looking at her current life, he felt a little pity. She was so dazzling in junior high school.
"Forget it, let's go to the city. The beach is too far away and it's not convenient for work."
Zhao Fengqing turned and walked out of the lounge, asking what dishes were left in the roast meat shop.
"Not bad." Jiang Jin loosened his tie and walked towards her. The light dispersed the original projection of his facial contour. "Have you eaten?"
Everything except love
"Then—" Her eyes sparkled. "I want a house by the sea."
Zhao Fengqing turned and walked out of the lounge, asking what dishes were left in the roast meat shop.
"Tao Huihui."
“…” She quickly grabbed his collar.
Kong Daming's expression and tone stunned Zhao Fengqing.
He seemed not to hear her refusal, "Be my girlfriend, I can give you everything except love."
He looked into her eyes, "Yeah."
"…" She immediately sat up straight, and for a moment she was angry and embarrassed, "I've had enough of you! Get out of here."
He simply took off his tie, "What do you like to eat?" [Translation: What do you like to eat?]
She is a person who has little friendship with her classmates. She is too closed to her own world, so she ignores outsiders. She can count her true friends on one hand.
Kong Daming's face turned black. He didn't want to interfere in Jiang Jing's love life, but he couldn't bear Zhao Fengqing to be kept in the dark. Who knew that he would be in trouble now.
"Um."
He smiled, "It's not just about material conditions."
Kong Daming's visit was nothing more than a gossip for her. But she couldn't deny that he betrayed his friend out of concern for her. She should be grateful for this kindness.
Jiang Jing threw away his chopsticks. "Ms. Zhao, if you had said so earlier, we wouldn't have to wait so long." He really didn't like her fake smile all day.
"Great." Zhao Fengqing smiled and took out a brand new pack of cigarettes from the drawer of the coffee table and slowly tore the packaging. She raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Jing. "But..."
Jiang Jing said calmly, "You worry too much. I have never had the habit of cheating."
"Thank you." Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "Welcome to visit us next time."
After he glanced at her legs, he didn't want to eat the chicken leg in the lunch box anymore.
Zhao Fengqing expected him to say no need for change, but he didn't.
The long legs under the pencil pants are well-proportioned.
He smiled, "It's not just about material conditions."
"For example." She lowered her voice, "If you don't explain, I'll think you sent the wrong message."
Everything except love
There were only one or two customers in the store at that time.
"Great." Zhao Fengqing smiled and took out a brand new pack of cigarettes from the drawer of the coffee table and slowly tore the packaging. She raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Jing. "But..."
Kong Daming grinned, "Zhao Fengqing, you look best when you smile like this."
His eyes were still there, "Don't wear tops with such large necklines if you have a flat chest."
This was the first time Zhao Fengqing heard him speak Cantonese, with a standard S City accent. She pointed to the side and said, "In a few minutes, the shop is next to it." [Translation: In a few minutes, the shop is next to it.]
"Let's not talk about it." Zhao Fengqing was still angry.
The long legs under the pencil pants are well-proportioned.
She handed it over and sat down across from him.
There were only one or two customers in the store at that time.
Zhao Fengqing immediately shared the gossip about Kong Daming with Jiang Fuli.
"One word: handsome. You can do whatever you want with the rest."
At this time, Zhao Fengqing, who was sitting opposite, crossed his legs.
"Mr. Jiang." Zhao Fengqing put down his raised right leg, then leaned down and closed the distance between him and him across the coffee table. "We have been pretending to be stupid for so long. Have you ever thought that if we continue pretending, we will really be stupid?"
She took out a cigarette, lit it, and pursed her red lips to blow a puff of smoke towards his face. "I can afford all of these."
Jiang Jing went straight to the lounge.
Jiang Fuli slapped her knees and said, "I told you, those women are just a front. Jiang Jing only loves Liu Rourou." She grabbed the quilt and screamed, "The male lead in the new draft is him, him, that's him."
She took out a cigarette, lit it, and pursed her red lips to blow a puff of smoke towards his face. "I can afford all of these."
This was the first time Zhao Fengqing heard him speak Cantonese, with a standard S City accent. She pointed to the side and said, "In a few minutes, the shop is next to it." [Translation: In a few minutes, the shop is next to it.]
"Thank you." Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "Welcome to visit us next time."
They were all regular customers and didn't say much.
Then she looked at Jiang Jing.
At around 12:40, Jiang Jing arrived at the bookstore.
Zhao Fengqing didn't think that Jiang Jing's favorite was Liu Rourou, but she didn't say it. She turned on the headphones, listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, and said, "Congratulations on finding the male lead."
"Tao Huihui."
Zhao Fengqing packed the book for the guest and sent him off with a smile.
He smiled, "It's not just about material conditions."
Jiang Jing opened the lunch box. A large chicken leg was lying in the middle, and the green vegetables were whitish. He didn't have much appetite.
"It's just that I forgot what he looks like, otherwise I could brag to readers about the prototype of the male protagonist." Jiang Fuli was so focused on Yuan Zao that she didn't bother to think about other boys. I only heard that many girls commented on Jiang Jing's appearance using the word "beautiful as a country". In Jiang Fuli's mind, this word sounded a bit sissy.
Zhao Fengqing turned and walked out of the lounge, asking what dishes were left in the roast meat shop.
"There's someone that Miss Zhao should be very interested in."
Zhao Fengqing held his chin and thought for a long time but couldn't think of any words of comfort. He could only say, "Please accept my condolences." Love is never about giving everything and getting something in return.
There were only one or two customers in the store at that time.
Kong Daming's visit was nothing more than a gossip for her. But she couldn't deny that he betrayed his friend out of concern for her. She should be grateful for this kindness.
"One word: handsome. You can do whatever you want with the rest."
So, Zhao Fengqing adjusted his expression, crossed his legs again, and a charming look appeared between his brows. "All the material conditions?"
This was the first time Zhao Fengqing heard him speak Cantonese, with a standard S City accent. She pointed to the side and said, "In a few minutes, the shop is next to it." [Translation: In a few minutes, the shop is next to it.]
Jiang Jing really understood what she meant, took out his wallet and gave her a hundred yuan.
Jiang Jing opened the lunch box. A large chicken leg was lying in the middle, and the green vegetables were whitish. He didn't have much appetite.
"Tsk. Is he as handsome as my Qing'er?"
At around 12:40, Jiang Jing arrived at the bookstore.
"Forget it, let's go to the city. The beach is too far away and it's not convenient for work."
So, Zhao Fengqing adjusted his expression, crossed his legs again, and a charming look appeared between his brows. "All the material conditions?"
Kong Daming said with a hint of anger, "How long do you think you can last?"
"Not bad." Jiang Jin loosened his tie and walked towards her. The light dispersed the original projection of his facial contour. "Have you eaten?"
"Forget it, let's go to the city. The beach is too far away and it's not convenient for work."
Kong Daming's face turned black. He didn't want to interfere in Jiang Jing's love life, but he couldn't bear Zhao Fengqing to be kept in the dark. Who knew that he would be in trouble now.
It turned out that he still regarded her as a gold digger. She wanted to disgust him again.
Zhao Fengqing smiled brightly, "Really not."
"Also." Jiang Jing's eyes moved from her chest to her face, "Don't look at men from this angle."
Jiang Jing raised his eyelids and maintained his original posture.
"Then put it another way." Jiang Jing leaned back on the sofa and said calmly, "I want to be your boyfriend."
"Then put it another way." Jiang Jing leaned back on the sofa and said calmly, "I want to be your boyfriend."
Zhao Fengqing turned and walked out of the lounge, asking what dishes were left in the roast meat shop.
"oh?"
"have eaten."
"There's someone that Miss Zhao should be very interested in."
After the phone call, Zhao Fengqing read a novel about a domineering CEO and then had a box lunch.
The lunch box was delivered really quickly. Just ten minutes after I hung up the phone, the delivery guy came straight in.
After the phone call, Zhao Fengqing read a novel about a domineering CEO and then had a box lunch.
Zhao Fengqing held his chin and thought for a long time but couldn't think of any words of comfort. He could only say, "Please accept my condolences." Love is never about giving everything and getting something in return.
"…" She immediately sat up straight, and for a moment she was angry and embarrassed, "I've had enough of you! Get out of here."
"Tsk. Is he as handsome as my Qing'er?"
At around 12:40, Jiang Jing arrived at the bookstore.
This was the first time Zhao Fengqing heard him speak Cantonese, with a standard S City accent. She pointed to the side and said, "In a few minutes, the shop is next to it." [Translation: In a few minutes, the shop is next to it.]
Jiang Jing raised his eyelids and maintained his original posture.
The next second, she felt that this association was too dark, so she changed it.
"Let's not talk about it." Zhao Fengqing was still angry.
There were only one or two customers in the store at that time.
After he glanced at her legs, he didn't want to eat the chicken leg in the lunch box anymore.
Kong Daming grinned, "Zhao Fengqing, you look best when you smile like this."
Zhao Fengqing packed the book for the guest and sent him off with a smile.
The next second, she felt that this association was too dark, so she changed it.
"There's someone that Miss Zhao should be very interested in."
There were only one or two customers in the store at that time.
At this time, Zhao Fengqing, who was sitting opposite, crossed his legs.
Then she looked at Jiang Jing.
"Great." Zhao Fengqing smiled and took out a brand new pack of cigarettes from the drawer of the coffee table and slowly tore the packaging. She raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Jing. "But..."
She sneered, "There are only two of us here, so be honest."
Jiang Jing opened the lunch box. A large chicken leg was lying in the middle, and the green vegetables were whitish. He didn't have much appetite.
"Thank you." Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "Welcome to visit us next time."
Then she looked at Jiang Jing.
He was dressed in a suit and tie, looking very imposing, with half of his face hidden in the shadows.
Kong Daming's visit was nothing more than a gossip for her. But she couldn't deny that he betrayed his friend out of concern for her. She should be grateful for this kindness.
"For example." She lowered her voice, "If you don't explain, I'll think you sent the wrong message."
"It's just that I forgot what he looks like, otherwise I could brag to readers about the prototype of the male protagonist." Jiang Fuli was so focused on Yuan Zao that she didn't bother to think about other boys. I only heard that many girls commented on Jiang Jing's appearance using the word "beautiful as a country". In Jiang Fuli's mind, this word sounded a bit sissy.
"Thank you." Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "Welcome to visit us next time."
She sneered, "There are only two of us here, so be honest."
She put on a professional smile and said, "Mr. Jiang is really free today."
They were all regular customers and didn't say much.
She told herself to be sunny and open-minded.
Zhao Fengqing wanted to throw the lunch box on his face.
"Not bad." Jiang Jin loosened his tie and walked towards her. The light dispersed the original projection of his facial contour. "Have you eaten?"
She put on a professional smile and said, "Mr. Jiang is really free today."
He was dressed in a suit and tie, looking very imposing, with half of his face hidden in the shadows.
Zhao Fengqing immediately shared the gossip about Kong Daming with Jiang Fuli.
"have eaten."
Kong Daming's visit was nothing more than a gossip for her. But she couldn't deny that he betrayed his friend out of concern for her. She should be grateful for this kindness.
Zhao Fengqing turned and walked out of the lounge, asking what dishes were left in the roast meat shop.
So, Zhao Fengqing adjusted his expression, crossed his legs again, and a charming look appeared between his brows. "All the material conditions?"
She turned her head to look at the hot afternoon sun outside, took a deep breath, and then said with a fake smile, "Mr. Jiang, if you talk like this, I don't know how long this scene will last."
“…” Her movements froze.
"What do you eat?"
The way he lay reclining on the sofa was perfect for kissing.
Jiang Jing threw away his chopsticks. "Ms. Zhao, if you had said so earlier, we wouldn't have to wait so long." He really didn't like her fake smile all day.
She glanced at him with disdain, "What should I do? I'm not very interested in the conditions Mr. Jiang proposed."
He was dressed in a suit and tie, looking very imposing, with half of his face hidden in the shadows.
After walking a few steps quickly, he turned his head and said, "Zhao Fengqing, I really treat you as an old classmate." He had no bad intentions, but looking at her current life, he felt a little pity. She was so dazzling in junior high school.
"Mr. Jiang." Zhao Fengqing put down his raised right leg, then leaned down and closed the distance between him and him across the coffee table. "We have been pretending to be stupid for so long. Have you ever thought that if we continue pretending, we will really be stupid?"
His eyes were still there, "Don't wear tops with such large necklines if you have a flat chest."
Zhao Fengqing expected him to say no need for change, but he didn't.
"Roast pork rice, cheap, delicious and authentic." [Translation: Roast pork rice, cheap and delicious.] Zhao Fengqing said this in Cantonese to emphasize the last three words.
"Forget it, let's go to the city. The beach is too far away and it's not convenient for work."
Zhao Fengqing immediately shared the gossip about Kong Daming with Jiang Fuli.
"who?"
"Um."
Kong Daming's visit was nothing more than a gossip for her. But she couldn't deny that he betrayed his friend out of concern for her. She should be grateful for this kindness.
"Let's not talk about it." Zhao Fengqing was still angry.
"Not appropriate," she said before she realized what he had said.
Jiang Fuli slapped her knees and said, "I told you, those women are just a front. Jiang Jing only loves Liu Rourou." She grabbed the quilt and screamed, "The male lead in the new draft is him, him, that's him."
The native language of S City is Cantonese. As there are many immigrants and the school education is mainly in Mandarin, the new generation of young people gradually switch to Mandarin. When Zhao Fengqing was in middle school, he and his classmates all spoke Mandarin. So many years later, Zhao Fengqing automatically switched to Mandarin when chatting with Jiang Fuli, even though they had spoken Cantonese since they were young.
"Mr. Jiang." Zhao Fengqing put down his raised right leg, then leaned down and closed the distance between him and him across the coffee table. "We have been pretending to be stupid for so long. Have you ever thought that if we continue pretending, we will really be stupid?"
He seemed not to hear her refusal, "Be my girlfriend, I can give you everything except love."
"Um."
"Give me the change for the takeaway first."
Jiang Jing frowned slightly, "How long will it take to deliver?" [Translation: How long will it take to deliver?]
After he glanced at her legs, he didn't want to eat the chicken leg in the lunch box anymore.
"Forget it, I've finished what I want to say. Think about it yourself." He stood up and left.
"How about one apartment by the sea and one in the city, two in total."
Who would have thought that she would listen to me with bright eyes and laugh heartlessly. "I just don't listen, what can you do about it?"
This was the first time Zhao Fengqing heard him speak Cantonese, with a standard S City accent. She pointed to the side and said, "In a few minutes, the shop is next to it." [Translation: In a few minutes, the shop is next to it.]
"..." Zhao Fengqing took out some change, threw it at him fiercely, and said coldly, "Get lost."
"Then—" Her eyes sparkled. "I want a house by the sea."
Jiang Jing threw away his chopsticks. "Ms. Zhao, if you had said so earlier, we wouldn't have to wait so long." He really didn't like her fake smile all day.
Kong Daming's face turned black. He didn't want to interfere in Jiang Jing's love life, but he couldn't bear Zhao Fengqing to be kept in the dark. Who knew that he would be in trouble now.
She took out a cigarette, lit it, and pursed her red lips to blow a puff of smoke towards his face. "I can afford all of these."
She looked down at him and resumed the conversation in Mandarin, "Mr. Jiang, we're out of shredded chicken, so I ordered a large chicken drumstick for you." She put the emphasis on the word "large."
After walking a few steps quickly, he turned his head and said, "Zhao Fengqing, I really treat you as an old classmate." He had no bad intentions, but looking at her current life, he felt a little pity. She was so dazzling in junior high school.
He simply took off his tie, "What do you like to eat?" [Translation: What do you like to eat?]
They were all regular customers and didn't say much.
Jiang Jing raised his eyelids and maintained his original posture.
Kong Daming grinned, "Zhao Fengqing, you look best when you smile like this."
Zhao Fengqing swung his legs and said, "Mr. Jiang, is there nothing more to what you said that night?"
"Not appropriate," she said before she realized what he had said.
“…” Her movements froze.
After he glanced at her legs, he didn't want to eat the chicken leg in the lunch box anymore.
"Salt-baked shredded chicken." To show that she had no intention of treating, she added, "Twenty dollars."
She told herself to be sunny and open-minded.
“…” Her movements froze.
Jiang Jing really understood what she meant, took out his wallet and gave her a hundred yuan.
"Tsk. Is he as handsome as my Qing'er?"
So, Zhao Fengqing adjusted his expression, crossed his legs again, and a charming look appeared between his brows. "All the material conditions?"
Kong Daming was so angry that he could not speak. "You are stubborn and recalcitrant." Her reaction was not what he expected. He had thought that she would be sad.
There were only one or two customers in the store at that time.
After hearing the other party's series of names, she picked one herself. She thought that if it didn't suit Jiang Jing's taste, she would eat it herself. She wouldn't even give him the twenty yuan back.
Zhao Fengqing expected him to say no need for change, but he didn't.
She handed it over and sat down across from him.
"Give me the change for the takeaway first."
Zhao Fengqing expected him to say no need for change, but he didn't.
"Thank you." Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "Welcome to visit us next time."
Kong Daming did not tell Zhao Fengqing about Jiang Jing's affairs in detail. He simply summarized them in a few sentences, and the final point was: "Jiang Jing is famous for his speed in changing girlfriends."
"Thank you." Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "Welcome to visit us next time."
Jiang Jing went straight to the lounge.
"Roast pork rice, cheap, delicious and authentic." [Translation: Roast pork rice, cheap and delicious.] Zhao Fengqing said this in Cantonese to emphasize the last three words.
"Yeah." He sat up straight, casually took off his suit jacket, and cast his eyes on the lunch box in Zhao Fengqing's hand.
"Give me the change for the takeaway first."
When Zhao Fengqing called to order the food, it was a little late and the salt-baked shredded chicken was sold out.
After walking a few steps quickly, he turned his head and said, "Zhao Fengqing, I really treat you as an old classmate." He had no bad intentions, but looking at her current life, he felt a little pity. She was so dazzling in junior high school.
He simply took off his tie, "What do you like to eat?" [Translation: What do you like to eat?]
He seemed not to hear her refusal, "Be my girlfriend, I can give you everything except love."
Zhao Fengqing carried his lunch box into the lounge.
She looked down at him and resumed the conversation in Mandarin, "Mr. Jiang, we're out of shredded chicken, so I ordered a large chicken drumstick for you." She put the emphasis on the word "large."
After he glanced at her legs, he didn't want to eat the chicken leg in the lunch box anymore.
"..." Zhao Fengqing took out some change, threw it at him fiercely, and said coldly, "Get lost."
She walked into the lounge and was about to ask when she saw Jiang Jing half-leaning on the sofa and dozing in a very relaxed posture.
He was dressed in a suit and tie, looking very imposing, with half of his face hidden in the shadows.
"Great." Zhao Fengqing smiled and took out a brand new pack of cigarettes from the drawer of the coffee table and slowly tore the packaging. She raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Jing. "But..."
Zhao Fengqing wanted to throw the lunch box on his face.
"Um."
Zhao Fengqing wanted to throw the lunch box on his face.
Zhao Fengqing turned and walked out of the lounge, asking what dishes were left in the roast meat shop.
He looked at the curve of his neck and had a strange idea. This slightly tilted head angle was perfect for a one-shot kill. As soon as he raised his hand and slashed the knife, the head rolled to the ground.
Seeing that Zhao Fengqing was indifferent, he continued, "Xiaoyin liked him very much. For him, she gave up the opportunity to stay in school, but in the end she was dumped."
Jiang Jing raised his eyelids and maintained his original posture.
He smiled lightly, "Miss Zhao, I actually want to discuss a business with you."
"Tsk. Is he as handsome as my Qing'er?"
Kong Daming did not tell Zhao Fengqing about Jiang Jing's affairs in detail. He simply summarized them in a few sentences, and the final point was: "Jiang Jing is famous for his speed in changing girlfriends."
Zhao Fengqing packed the book for the guest and sent him off with a smile.
"who?"
The next second, she felt that this association was too dark, so she changed it.
"Who knows, maybe he will dump me tomorrow." She laughed, "There's a saying, it only matters what you've had."
"Um."
The next second, she felt that this association was too dark, so she changed it.
The way he lay reclining on the sofa was perfect for kissing.
"For example." She lowered her voice, "If you don't explain, I'll think you sent the wrong message."
So, Zhao Fengqing adjusted his expression, crossed his legs again, and a charming look appeared between his brows. "All the material conditions?"
"How about one apartment by the sea and one in the city, two in total."
The way he lay reclining on the sofa was perfect for kissing.
“…” Her movements froze.
Jiang Jing opened the lunch box. A large chicken leg was lying in the middle, and the green vegetables were whitish. He didn't have much appetite.
"oh?"
Then she looked at Jiang Jing.
This was the brightest scene she could think of; she couldn't think of anything else.
"Also." Jiang Jing's eyes moved from her chest to her face, "Don't look at men from this angle."
This was the first time Zhao Fengqing heard him speak Cantonese, with a standard S City accent. She pointed to the side and said, "In a few minutes, the shop is next to it." [Translation: In a few minutes, the shop is next to it.]
Zhao Fengqing turned and walked out of the lounge, asking what dishes were left in the roast meat shop.
"There's someone that Miss Zhao should be very interested in."
"How about one apartment by the sea and one in the city, two in total."
Then she looked at Jiang Jing.
"who?"
After hearing the other party's series of names, she picked one herself. She thought that if it didn't suit Jiang Jing's taste, she would eat it herself. She wouldn't even give him the twenty yuan back.
"Then—" Her eyes sparkled. "I want a house by the sea."
Jiang Jing really understood what she meant, took out his wallet and gave her a hundred yuan.
The next second, she felt that this association was too dark, so she changed it.
The lunch box was delivered really quickly. Just ten minutes after I hung up the phone, the delivery guy came straight in.
She told herself to be sunny and open-minded.
Everything except love
This was the first time Zhao Fengqing heard him speak Cantonese, with a standard S City accent. She pointed to the side and said, "In a few minutes, the shop is next to it." [Translation: In a few minutes, the shop is next to it.]
Everything except love
"Mr. Jiang." Zhao Fengqing put down his raised right leg, then leaned down and closed the distance between him and him across the coffee table. "We have been pretending to be stupid for so long. Have you ever thought that if we continue pretending, we will really be stupid?"
He twirled the disposable chopsticks beside him and asked, "What do you want to hear, Miss Zhao?"
"…" She immediately sat up straight, and for a moment she was angry and embarrassed, "I've had enough of you! Get out of here."
They were all regular customers and didn't say much.
"Roast pork rice, cheap, delicious and authentic." [Translation: Roast pork rice, cheap and delicious.] Zhao Fengqing said this in Cantonese to emphasize the last three words.
She looked down at him and resumed the conversation in Mandarin, "Mr. Jiang, we're out of shredded chicken, so I ordered a large chicken drumstick for you." She put the emphasis on the word "large."
Zhao Fengqing swung his legs and said, "Mr. Jiang, is there nothing more to what you said that night?"
"Salt-baked shredded chicken." To show that she had no intention of treating, she added, "Twenty dollars."
After the phone call, Zhao Fengqing read a novel about a domineering CEO and then had a box lunch.
Jiang Jing opened the lunch box. A large chicken leg was lying in the middle, and the green vegetables were whitish. He didn't have much appetite.
Pay, get change, done.
She glanced at him with disdain, "What should I do? I'm not very interested in the conditions Mr. Jiang proposed."
"Um."
"who?"
"Um."
She looked down at him and resumed the conversation in Mandarin, "Mr. Jiang, we're out of shredded chicken, so I ordered a large chicken drumstick for you." She put the emphasis on the word "large."
She put on a professional smile and said, "Mr. Jiang is really free today."
She took out a cigarette, lit it, and pursed her red lips to blow a puff of smoke towards his face. "I can afford all of these."
Zhao Fengqing carried his lunch box into the lounge.
She looked down at him and resumed the conversation in Mandarin, "Mr. Jiang, we're out of shredded chicken, so I ordered a large chicken drumstick for you." She put the emphasis on the word "large."
She took out a cigarette, lit it, and pursed her red lips to blow a puff of smoke towards his face. "I can afford all of these."
"Thank you." Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "Welcome to visit us next time."
"…" She immediately sat up straight, and for a moment she was angry and embarrassed, "I've had enough of you! Get out of here."
"For example." She lowered her voice, "If you don't explain, I'll think you sent the wrong message."
Jiang Fuli slapped her knees and said, "I told you, those women are just a front. Jiang Jing only loves Liu Rourou." She grabbed the quilt and screamed, "The male lead in the new draft is him, him, that's him."
The next second, she felt that this association was too dark, so she changed it.
Jiang Jing raised his eyelids and maintained his original posture.
She handed it over and sat down across from him.
"Forget it, I've finished what I want to say. Think about it yourself." He stood up and left.
At around 12:40, Jiang Jing arrived at the bookstore.
Zhao Fengqing carried his lunch box into the lounge.
Then she looked at Jiang Jing.
She looked down at him and resumed the conversation in Mandarin, "Mr. Jiang, we're out of shredded chicken, so I ordered a large chicken drumstick for you." She put the emphasis on the word "large."
"Not appropriate," she said before she realized what he had said.
"Also." Jiang Jing's eyes moved from her chest to her face, "Don't look at men from this angle."
He simply took off his tie, "What do you like to eat?" [Translation: What do you like to eat?]
"Yeah." He sat up straight, casually took off his suit jacket, and cast his eyes on the lunch box in Zhao Fengqing's hand.
Kong Daming's visit was nothing more than a gossip for her. But she couldn't deny that he betrayed his friend out of concern for her. She should be grateful for this kindness.
"Roast pork rice, cheap, delicious and authentic." [Translation: Roast pork rice, cheap and delicious.] Zhao Fengqing said this in Cantonese to emphasize the last three words.
Zhao Fengqing turned and walked out of the lounge, asking what dishes were left in the roast meat shop.
The next second, she felt that this association was too dark, so she changed it.
She turned her head to look at the hot afternoon sun outside, took a deep breath, and then said with a fake smile, "Mr. Jiang, if you talk like this, I don't know how long this scene will last."
Zhao Fengqing wanted to throw the lunch box on his face.
Kong Daming was so angry that he could not speak. "You are stubborn and recalcitrant." Her reaction was not what he expected. He had thought that she would be sad.
She handed it over and sat down across from him.
"Great." Zhao Fengqing smiled and took out a brand new pack of cigarettes from the drawer of the coffee table and slowly tore the packaging. She raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Jing. "But..."
When Zhao Fengqing called to order the food, it was a little late and the salt-baked shredded chicken was sold out.
"Mr. Jiang." Zhao Fengqing put down his raised right leg, then leaned down and closed the distance between him and him across the coffee table. "We have been pretending to be stupid for so long. Have you ever thought that if we continue pretending, we will really be stupid?"
Jiang Jing opened the lunch box. A large chicken leg was lying in the middle, and the green vegetables were whitish. He didn't have much appetite.
"It's just that I forgot what he looks like, otherwise I could brag to readers about the prototype of the male protagonist." Jiang Fuli was so focused on Yuan Zao that she didn't bother to think about other boys. I only heard that many girls commented on Jiang Jing's appearance using the word "beautiful as a country". In Jiang Fuli's mind, this word sounded a bit sissy.
Zhao Fengqing turned and walked out of the lounge, asking what dishes were left in the roast meat shop.
She handed it over and sat down across from him.
Zhao Fengqing wanted to throw the lunch box on his face.
She walked into the lounge and was about to ask when she saw Jiang Jing half-leaning on the sofa and dozing in a very relaxed posture.
Jiang Jing looked at her. Most of the time, she smiled at him like this, which was very ugly. When she had a cold face just now, her eyes were brighter than now.
At this time, Zhao Fengqing, who was sitting opposite, crossed his legs.
"Then—" Her eyes sparkled. "I want a house by the sea."
"Also." Jiang Jing's eyes moved from her chest to her face, "Don't look at men from this angle."
Pay, get change, done.
"It's just that I forgot what he looks like, otherwise I could brag to readers about the prototype of the male protagonist." Jiang Fuli was so focused on Yuan Zao that she didn't bother to think about other boys. I only heard that many girls commented on Jiang Jing's appearance using the word "beautiful as a country". In Jiang Fuli's mind, this word sounded a bit sissy.
Zhao Fengqing smiled brightly, "Really not."
"Forget it, I've finished what I want to say. Think about it yourself." He stood up and left.
The long legs under the pencil pants are well-proportioned.
He simply took off his tie, "What do you like to eat?" [Translation: What do you like to eat?]
So, Zhao Fengqing adjusted his expression, crossed his legs again, and a charming look appeared between his brows. "All the material conditions?"
Kong Daming's visit was nothing more than a gossip for her. But she couldn't deny that he betrayed his friend out of concern for her. She should be grateful for this kindness.
"Roast pork rice, cheap, delicious and authentic." [Translation: Roast pork rice, cheap and delicious.] Zhao Fengqing said this in Cantonese to emphasize the last three words.
"Not bad." Jiang Jin loosened his tie and walked towards her. The light dispersed the original projection of his facial contour. "Have you eaten?"
After he glanced at her legs, he didn't want to eat the chicken leg in the lunch box anymore.
The next second, she felt that this association was too dark, so she changed it.
He seemed not to hear her refusal, "Be my girlfriend, I can give you everything except love."
Kong Daming grinned, "Zhao Fengqing, you look best when you smile like this."
Zhao Fengqing held his chin and thought for a long time but couldn't think of any words of comfort. He could only say, "Please accept my condolences." Love is never about giving everything and getting something in return.
This was the first time Zhao Fengqing heard him speak Cantonese, with a standard S City accent. She pointed to the side and said, "In a few minutes, the shop is next to it." [Translation: In a few minutes, the shop is next to it.]
It had been a long time since she had gotten angry. She had never bothered to deal with anything that happened in the past. But she hadn't gotten as angry as she did today for a long time.
"oh?"
She turned her head to look at the hot afternoon sun outside, took a deep breath, and then said with a fake smile, "Mr. Jiang, if you talk like this, I don't know how long this scene will last."
Zhao Fengqing swung his legs and said, "Mr. Jiang, is there nothing more to what you said that night?"
"have eaten."
So, Zhao Fengqing adjusted his expression, crossed his legs again, and a charming look appeared between his brows. "All the material conditions?"
She told herself to be sunny and open-minded.
The way he lay reclining on the sofa was perfect for kissing.
Kong Daming did not tell Zhao Fengqing about Jiang Jing's affairs in detail. He simply summarized them in a few sentences, and the final point was: "Jiang Jing is famous for his speed in changing girlfriends."
"Um."
He twirled the disposable chopsticks beside him and asked, "What do you want to hear, Miss Zhao?"
"…" She immediately sat up straight, and for a moment she was angry and embarrassed, "I've had enough of you! Get out of here."
She handed it over and sat down across from him.
His eyes were still there, "Don't wear tops with such large necklines if you have a flat chest."
Zhao Fengqing expected him to say no need for change, but he didn't.
He twirled the disposable chopsticks beside him and asked, "What do you want to hear, Miss Zhao?"
"For example." She lowered her voice, "If you don't explain, I'll think you sent the wrong message."
"Tsk. Is he as handsome as my Qing'er?"
"Mr. Jiang." Zhao Fengqing put down his raised right leg, then leaned down and closed the distance between him and him across the coffee table. "We have been pretending to be stupid for so long. Have you ever thought that if we continue pretending, we will really be stupid?"
"Roast pork rice, cheap, delicious and authentic." [Translation: Roast pork rice, cheap and delicious.] Zhao Fengqing said this in Cantonese to emphasize the last three words.
Jiang Jing said calmly, "You worry too much. I have never had the habit of cheating."
"One word: handsome. You can do whatever you want with the rest."
Zhao Fengqing immediately shared the gossip about Kong Daming with Jiang Fuli.
"Roast pork rice, cheap, delicious and authentic." [Translation: Roast pork rice, cheap and delicious.] Zhao Fengqing said this in Cantonese to emphasize the last three words.
There were only one or two customers in the store at that time.
Zhao Fengqing immediately shared the gossip about Kong Daming with Jiang Fuli.
Zhao Fengqing immediately shared the gossip about Kong Daming with Jiang Fuli.
"Mr. Jiang." Zhao Fengqing put down his raised right leg, then leaned down and closed the distance between him and him across the coffee table. "We have been pretending to be stupid for so long. Have you ever thought that if we continue pretending, we will really be stupid?"
His eyes were still there, "Don't wear tops with such large necklines if you have a flat chest."
"One word: handsome. You can do whatever you want with the rest."
So, Zhao Fengqing adjusted his expression, crossed his legs again, and a charming look appeared between his brows. "All the material conditions?"
"..." Zhao Fengqing took out some change, threw it at him fiercely, and said coldly, "Get lost."
"oh?"
"Ms. Zhao." He raised his eyes slightly and fixed them on a certain spot, "You are exposed."
At this time, Zhao Fengqing, who was sitting opposite, crossed his legs.
The next second, she felt that this association was too dark, so she changed it.
The native language of S City is Cantonese. As there are many immigrants and the school education is mainly in Mandarin, the new generation of young people gradually switch to Mandarin. When Zhao Fengqing was in middle school, he and his classmates all spoke Mandarin. So many years later, Zhao Fengqing automatically switched to Mandarin when chatting with Jiang Fuli, even though they had spoken Cantonese since they were young.
Zhao Fengqing swung his legs and said, "Mr. Jiang, is there nothing more to what you said that night?"
"I just hope Miss Zhao can be my girlfriend."
Jiang Jing raised his eyelids and maintained his original posture.
“…” Her movements froze.
"who?"
"oh?"
Jiang Jing really understood what she meant, took out his wallet and gave her a hundred yuan.
Zhao Fengqing packed the book for the guest and sent him off with a smile.
His eyes were still there, "Don't wear tops with such large necklines if you have a flat chest."
"oh?"
She is a person who has little friendship with her classmates. She is too closed to her own world, so she ignores outsiders. She can count her true friends on one hand.
After the phone call, Zhao Fengqing read a novel about a domineering CEO and then had a box lunch.
“…” She quickly grabbed his collar.
He seemed not to hear her refusal, "Be my girlfriend, I can give you everything except love."
This was the brightest scene she could think of; she couldn't think of anything else.
"Thank you." Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "Welcome to visit us next time."
"Um."
There were only one or two customers in the store at that time.
Jiang Jing frowned slightly, "How long will it take to deliver?" [Translation: How long will it take to deliver?]
At this time, Zhao Fengqing, who was sitting opposite, crossed his legs.
"Also." Jiang Jing's eyes moved from her chest to her face, "Don't look at men from this angle."
"Um."
Zhao Fengqing smiled brightly, "Really not."
"Then—" Her eyes sparkled. "I want a house by the sea."
Jiang Jing opened the lunch box. A large chicken leg was lying in the middle, and the green vegetables were whitish. He didn't have much appetite.
Kong Daming was so angry that he could not speak. "You are stubborn and recalcitrant." Her reaction was not what he expected. He had thought that she would be sad.
"oh?"
"…" She immediately sat up straight, and for a moment she was angry and embarrassed, "I've had enough of you! Get out of here."
"who?"
After the phone call, Zhao Fengqing read a novel about a domineering CEO and then had a box lunch.
A few banknotes fluttered down and landed on the ground.
The lunch box was delivered really quickly. Just ten minutes after I hung up the phone, the delivery guy came straight in.
She turned her head to look at the hot afternoon sun outside, took a deep breath, and then said with a fake smile, "Mr. Jiang, if you talk like this, I don't know how long this scene will last."
Kong Daming grinned, "Zhao Fengqing, you look best when you smile like this."
"Then—" Her eyes sparkled. "I want a house by the sea."
"Give me the change for the takeaway first."
"oh?"
She told herself to be sunny and open-minded.
Jiang Jing frowned slightly, "How long will it take to deliver?" [Translation: How long will it take to deliver?]
"Not bad." Jiang Jin loosened his tie and walked towards her. The light dispersed the original projection of his facial contour. "Have you eaten?"
"..." Zhao Fengqing took out some change, threw it at him fiercely, and said coldly, "Get lost."
"Then—" Her eyes sparkled. "I want a house by the sea."
Zhao Fengqing expected him to say no need for change, but he didn't.
His eyes were still there, "Don't wear tops with such large necklines if you have a flat chest."
When Zhao Fengqing called to order the food, it was a little late and the salt-baked shredded chicken was sold out.
A few banknotes fluttered down and landed on the ground.
Zhao Fengqing carried his lunch box into the lounge.
He twirled the disposable chopsticks beside him and asked, "What do you want to hear, Miss Zhao?"
After hearing the other party's series of names, she picked one herself. She thought that if it didn't suit Jiang Jing's taste, she would eat it herself. She wouldn't even give him the twenty yuan back.
Jiang Jing threw away his chopsticks. "Ms. Zhao, if you had said so earlier, we wouldn't have to wait so long." He really didn't like her fake smile all day.
Kong Daming did not tell Zhao Fengqing about Jiang Jing's affairs in detail. He simply summarized them in a few sentences, and the final point was: "Jiang Jing is famous for his speed in changing girlfriends."
At around 12:40, Jiang Jing arrived at the bookstore.
Kong Daming's visit was nothing more than a gossip for her. But she couldn't deny that he betrayed his friend out of concern for her. She should be grateful for this kindness.
"In the end what you want?"
"For example." She lowered her voice, "If you don't explain, I'll think you sent the wrong message."
She took out a cigarette, lit it, and pursed her red lips to blow a puff of smoke towards his face. "I can afford all of these."
He looked at the curve of his neck and had a strange idea. This slightly tilted head angle was perfect for a one-shot kill. As soon as he raised his hand and slashed the knife, the head rolled to the ground.
She handed it over and sat down across from him.
Zhao Fengqing carried his lunch box into the lounge.
"I just hope Miss Zhao can be my girlfriend."
"In the end what you want?"
"…" She immediately sat up straight, and for a moment she was angry and embarrassed, "I've had enough of you! Get out of here."
She sneered, "There are only two of us here, so be honest."
"I just hope Miss Zhao can be my girlfriend."
She sneered, "There are only two of us here, so be honest."
Jiang Jing really understood what she meant, took out his wallet and gave her a hundred yuan.
His eyes were still there, "Don't wear tops with such large necklines if you have a flat chest."
Seeing that Zhao Fengqing was indifferent, he continued, "Xiaoyin liked him very much. For him, she gave up the opportunity to stay in school, but in the end she was dumped."
His eyes were still there, "Don't wear tops with such large necklines if you have a flat chest."
"Mr. Jiang." Zhao Fengqing put down his raised right leg, then leaned down and closed the distance between him and him across the coffee table. "We have been pretending to be stupid for so long. Have you ever thought that if we continue pretending, we will really be stupid?"
She looked down at him and resumed the conversation in Mandarin, "Mr. Jiang, we're out of shredded chicken, so I ordered a large chicken drumstick for you." She put the emphasis on the word "large."
"Then put it another way." Jiang Jing leaned back on the sofa and said calmly, "I want to be your boyfriend."
It had been a long time since she had gotten angry. She had never bothered to deal with anything that happened in the past. But she hadn't gotten as angry as she did today for a long time.
"Let's not talk about it." Zhao Fengqing was still angry.
"Roast pork rice, cheap, delicious and authentic." [Translation: Roast pork rice, cheap and delicious.] Zhao Fengqing said this in Cantonese to emphasize the last three words.
"Thank you." Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "Welcome to visit us next time."
"Forget it, let's go to the city. The beach is too far away and it's not convenient for work."
Kong Daming's visit was nothing more than a gossip for her. But she couldn't deny that he betrayed his friend out of concern for her. She should be grateful for this kindness.
Zhao Fengqing wanted to throw the lunch box on his face.
Everything except love
The native language of S City is Cantonese. As there are many immigrants and the school education is mainly in Mandarin, the new generation of young people gradually switch to Mandarin. When Zhao Fengqing was in middle school, he and his classmates all spoke Mandarin. So many years later, Zhao Fengqing automatically switched to Mandarin when chatting with Jiang Fuli, even though they had spoken Cantonese since they were young.
It had been a long time since she had gotten angry. She had never bothered to deal with anything that happened in the past. But she hadn't gotten as angry as she did today for a long time.
"Then put it another way." Jiang Jing leaned back on the sofa and said calmly, "I want to be your boyfriend."
"Salt-baked shredded chicken." To show that she had no intention of treating, she added, "Twenty dollars."
He simply took off his tie, "What do you like to eat?" [Translation: What do you like to eat?]
This was the first time Zhao Fengqing heard him speak Cantonese, with a standard S City accent. She pointed to the side and said, "In a few minutes, the shop is next to it." [Translation: In a few minutes, the shop is next to it.]
"For example." She lowered her voice, "If you don't explain, I'll think you sent the wrong message."
Zhao Fengqing turned and walked out of the lounge, asking what dishes were left in the roast meat shop.
"Not appropriate," she said before she realized what he had said.
She told herself to be sunny and open-minded.
Kong Daming's face turned black. He didn't want to interfere in Jiang Jing's love life, but he couldn't bear Zhao Fengqing to be kept in the dark. Who knew that he would be in trouble now.
"Salt-baked shredded chicken." To show that she had no intention of treating, she added, "Twenty dollars."
Kong Daming grinned, "Zhao Fengqing, you look best when you smile like this."
She glanced at him with disdain, "What should I do? I'm not very interested in the conditions Mr. Jiang proposed."
Jiang Jing raised his eyelids and maintained his original posture.
They were all regular customers and didn't say much.
She turned her head to look at the hot afternoon sun outside, took a deep breath, and then said with a fake smile, "Mr. Jiang, if you talk like this, I don't know how long this scene will last."
She put on a professional smile and said, "Mr. Jiang is really free today."
His eyes were still there, "Don't wear tops with such large necklines if you have a flat chest."
"In the end what you want?"
Jiang Jing raised his eyelids and maintained his original posture.
She glanced at him with disdain, "What should I do? I'm not very interested in the conditions Mr. Jiang proposed."
Jiang Jing looked at her. Most of the time, she smiled at him like this, which was very ugly. When she had a cold face just now, her eyes were brighter than now.
He looked at the curve of his neck and had a strange idea. This slightly tilted head angle was perfect for a one-shot kill. As soon as he raised his hand and slashed the knife, the head rolled to the ground.
When Zhao Fengqing called to order the food, it was a little late and the salt-baked shredded chicken was sold out.
He smiled lightly, "Miss Zhao, I actually want to discuss a business with you."
Pay, get change, done.
He looked into her eyes, "Yeah."
"Forget it, I've finished what I want to say. Think about it yourself." He stood up and left.
Jiang Jing threw away his chopsticks. "Ms. Zhao, if you had said so earlier, we wouldn't have to wait so long." He really didn't like her fake smile all day.
"Let's not talk about it." Zhao Fengqing was still angry.
"Forget it, I've finished what I want to say. Think about it yourself." He stood up and left.
He seemed not to hear her refusal, "Be my girlfriend, I can give you everything except love."
They were all regular customers and didn't say much.
He seemed not to hear her refusal, "Be my girlfriend, I can give you everything except love."
His eyes were still there, "Don't wear tops with such large necklines if you have a flat chest."
He looked into her eyes, "Yeah."
She looked down at him and resumed the conversation in Mandarin, "Mr. Jiang, we're out of shredded chicken, so I ordered a large chicken drumstick for you." She put the emphasis on the word "large."
Jiang Jing frowned slightly, "How long will it take to deliver?" [Translation: How long will it take to deliver?]
He seemed not to hear her refusal, "Be my girlfriend, I can give you everything except love."
Who would have thought that she would listen to me with bright eyes and laugh heartlessly. "I just don't listen, what can you do about it?"
Jiang Jing frowned slightly, "How long will it take to deliver?" [Translation: How long will it take to deliver?]
Jiang Jing opened the lunch box. A large chicken leg was lying in the middle, and the green vegetables were whitish. He didn't have much appetite.
Jiang Fuli slapped her knees and said, "I told you, those women are just a front. Jiang Jing only loves Liu Rourou." She grabbed the quilt and screamed, "The male lead in the new draft is him, him, that's him."
"Not appropriate," she said before she realized what he had said.
"Give me the change for the takeaway first."
"There's someone that Miss Zhao should be very interested in."
She handed it over and sat down across from him.
“…” She quickly grabbed his collar.
He looked at the curve of his neck and had a strange idea. This slightly tilted head angle was perfect for a one-shot kill. As soon as he raised his hand and slashed the knife, the head rolled to the ground.
After he glanced at her legs, he didn't want to eat the chicken leg in the lunch box anymore.
The long legs under the pencil pants are well-proportioned.
Everything except love
Zhao Fengqing smiled brightly, "Really not."
"Then—" Her eyes sparkled. "I want a house by the sea."
He smiled lightly, "Miss Zhao, I actually want to discuss a business with you."
The next second, she felt that this association was too dark, so she changed it.
She put on a professional smile and said, "Mr. Jiang is really free today."
It turned out that he still regarded her as a gold digger. She wanted to disgust him again.
"Then—" Her eyes sparkled. "I want a house by the sea."
"Ms. Zhao." He raised his eyes slightly and fixed them on a certain spot, "You are exposed."
She took out a cigarette, lit it, and pursed her red lips to blow a puff of smoke towards his face. "I can afford all of these."
The next second, she felt that this association was too dark, so she changed it.
He smiled lightly, "Miss Zhao, I actually want to discuss a business with you."
The way he lay reclining on the sofa was perfect for kissing.
Kong Daming did not tell Zhao Fengqing about Jiang Jing's affairs in detail. He simply summarized them in a few sentences, and the final point was: "Jiang Jing is famous for his speed in changing girlfriends."
So, Zhao Fengqing adjusted his expression, crossed his legs again, and a charming look appeared between his brows. "All the material conditions?"
So, Zhao Fengqing adjusted his expression, crossed his legs again, and a charming look appeared between his brows. "All the material conditions?"
"What do you eat?"
"In the end what you want?"
"Um."
"Um."
Zhao Fengqing smiled brightly, "Really not."
"Then—" Her eyes sparkled. "I want a house by the sea."
This was the first time Zhao Fengqing heard him speak Cantonese, with a standard S City accent. She pointed to the side and said, "In a few minutes, the shop is next to it." [Translation: In a few minutes, the shop is next to it.]
He twirled the disposable chopsticks beside him and asked, "What do you want to hear, Miss Zhao?"
He looked into her eyes, "Yeah."
"Um."
"Mr. Jiang." Zhao Fengqing put down his raised right leg, then leaned down and closed the distance between him and him across the coffee table. "We have been pretending to be stupid for so long. Have you ever thought that if we continue pretending, we will really be stupid?"
At around 12:40, Jiang Jing arrived at the bookstore.
"Who knows, maybe he will dump me tomorrow." She laughed, "There's a saying, it only matters what you've had."
"Forget it, let's go to the city. The beach is too far away and it's not convenient for work."
“…” Her movements froze.
The native language of S City is Cantonese. As there are many immigrants and the school education is mainly in Mandarin, the new generation of young people gradually switch to Mandarin. When Zhao Fengqing was in middle school, he and his classmates all spoke Mandarin. So many years later, Zhao Fengqing automatically switched to Mandarin when chatting with Jiang Fuli, even though they had spoken Cantonese since they were young.
"Um."
Zhao Fengqing swung his legs and said, "Mr. Jiang, is there nothing more to what you said that night?"
"Yeah." He sat up straight, casually took off his suit jacket, and cast his eyes on the lunch box in Zhao Fengqing's hand.
"Let's not talk about it." Zhao Fengqing was still angry.
This was the first time Zhao Fengqing heard him speak Cantonese, with a standard S City accent. She pointed to the side and said, "In a few minutes, the shop is next to it." [Translation: In a few minutes, the shop is next to it.]
"How about one apartment by the sea and one in the city, two in total."
He looked into her eyes, "Yeah."
"Then put it another way." Jiang Jing leaned back on the sofa and said calmly, "I want to be your boyfriend."
He seemed not to hear her refusal, "Be my girlfriend, I can give you everything except love."
His eyes were still there, "Don't wear tops with such large necklines if you have a flat chest."
"Um."
"Roast pork rice, cheap, delicious and authentic." [Translation: Roast pork rice, cheap and delicious.] Zhao Fengqing said this in Cantonese to emphasize the last three words.
Zhao Fengqing didn't think that Jiang Jing's favorite was Liu Rourou, but she didn't say it. She turned on the headphones, listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, and said, "Congratulations on finding the male lead."
"Forget it, I've finished what I want to say. Think about it yourself." He stood up and left.
"Great." Zhao Fengqing smiled and took out a brand new pack of cigarettes from the drawer of the coffee table and slowly tore the packaging. She raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Jing. "But..."
He looked into her eyes, "Yeah."
He simply took off his tie, "What do you like to eat?" [Translation: What do you like to eat?]
He looked into her eyes, "Yeah."
She took out a cigarette, lit it, and pursed her red lips to blow a puff of smoke towards his face. "I can afford all of these."
Zhao Fengqing wanted to throw the lunch box on his face.
He looked into her eyes, "Yeah."
"Tao Huihui."
"For example." She lowered her voice, "If you don't explain, I'll think you sent the wrong message."
"Also." Jiang Jing's eyes moved from her chest to her face, "Don't look at men from this angle."
The way he lay reclining on the sofa was perfect for kissing.
She glanced at him with disdain, "What should I do? I'm not very interested in the conditions Mr. Jiang proposed."
"oh?"
He seemed not to hear her refusal, "Be my girlfriend, I can give you everything except love."
He smiled, "It's not just about material conditions."
He smiled lightly, "Miss Zhao, I actually want to discuss a business with you."
"Tsk. Is he as handsome as my Qing'er?"
Zhao Fengqing packed the book for the guest and sent him off with a smile.
"Give me the change for the takeaway first."
At this time, Zhao Fengqing, who was sitting opposite, crossed his legs.
He smiled, "It's not just about material conditions."
"Who knows, maybe he will dump me tomorrow." She laughed, "There's a saying, it only matters what you've had."
"It's just that I forgot what he looks like, otherwise I could brag to readers about the prototype of the male protagonist." Jiang Fuli was so focused on Yuan Zao that she didn't bother to think about other boys. I only heard that many girls commented on Jiang Jing's appearance using the word "beautiful as a country". In Jiang Fuli's mind, this word sounded a bit sissy.
"Forget it, I've finished what I want to say. Think about it yourself." He stood up and left.
"oh?"
"Yeah." He sat up straight, casually took off his suit jacket, and cast his eyes on the lunch box in Zhao Fengqing's hand.
Kong Daming's visit was nothing more than a gossip for her. But she couldn't deny that he betrayed his friend out of concern for her. She should be grateful for this kindness.
When Zhao Fengqing called to order the food, it was a little late and the salt-baked shredded chicken was sold out.
"Forget it, let's go to the city. The beach is too far away and it's not convenient for work."
After the phone call, Zhao Fengqing read a novel about a domineering CEO and then had a box lunch.
"..." Zhao Fengqing took out some change, threw it at him fiercely, and said coldly, "Get lost."
"I just hope Miss Zhao can be my girlfriend."
"What do you eat?"
"There's someone that Miss Zhao should be very interested in."
"Thank you." Zhao Fengqing smiled and said, "Welcome to visit us next time."
He smiled, "It's not just about material conditions."
Who would have thought that she would listen to me with bright eyes and laugh heartlessly. "I just don't listen, what can you do about it?"
"Salt-baked shredded chicken." To show that she had no intention of treating, she added, "Twenty dollars."
It had been a long time since she had gotten angry. She had never bothered to deal with anything that happened in the past. But she hadn't gotten as angry as she did today for a long time.
The next second, she felt that this association was too dark, so she changed it.
"who?"
At this time, Zhao Fengqing, who was sitting opposite, crossed his legs.
"For example." She lowered her voice, "If you don't explain, I'll think you sent the wrong message."
The long legs under the pencil pants are well-proportioned.
"..." Zhao Fengqing took out some change, threw it at him fiercely, and said coldly, "Get lost."
She told herself to be sunny and open-minded.
The native language of S City is Cantonese. As there are many immigrants and the school education is mainly in Mandarin, the new generation of young people gradually switch to Mandarin. When Zhao Fengqing was in middle school, he and his classmates all spoke Mandarin. So many years later, Zhao Fengqing automatically switched to Mandarin when chatting with Jiang Fuli, even though they had spoken Cantonese since they were young.
"Tao Huihui."
"Tao Huihui."
Kong Daming was so angry that he could not speak. "You are stubborn and recalcitrant." Her reaction was not what he expected. He had thought that she would be sad.
Zhao Fengqing swung his legs and said, "Mr. Jiang, is there nothing more to what you said that night?"
"One word: handsome. You can do whatever you want with the rest."
"One word: handsome. You can do whatever you want with the rest."
"Not appropriate," she said before she realized what he had said.
"Mr. Jiang." Zhao Fengqing put down his raised right leg, then leaned down and closed the distance between him and him across the coffee table. "We have been pretending to be stupid for so long. Have you ever thought that if we continue pretending, we will really be stupid?"
He looked into her eyes, "Yeah."