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Meng Shuyu and Zhou Jun fought back and forth, but were defeated in this contest of disparity in power.
She knew that Zhou Juan wanted to finish the play because his grandma was still behind him, but the fire in his Zhou family was extinguished. Didn't she see that the fire in her Meng family was getting stronger and stronger
The two looked at each other in silence. A few steps away, Jian Cheng's face was pale, staring at the hands held by the two without moving.
Meng Shuyu's eyes were wandering back and forth, and she felt that her palms were covered with hot and sticky sweat. If she continued to maintain this posture, her hands might almost melt into mud.
Please, either Zhou Juan or Jian Cheng, please end this scene and save her.
A second passes like a dozen seconds in a year.
Zhou Juan's thumb on Meng Shuyu's palm gently rubbed her twice, led her forward, and greeted Jian Cheng: "Come for a ward check?"
Jian Cheng's eyes finally moved away from their hands and moved to Zhou Juan's calm and composed face.
Looking at Meng Shuyu who was tilting her head away from him, Jian Cheng's eyes dimmed and he gave Zhou Juan a stiff smile: "Well, I'll be here tonight to help you keep an eye on it."
"Thank you," Zhou Juan picked up the lunch box in his right hand, "I'll have a meal first."
"Well, there's nowhere to go to my lounge."
The two men reached a tacit understanding in this brief conversation, and unanimously regarded Meng Shuyu as a non-existent transparent person.
When he opened his legs again, Meng Shuyu seemed to have lost his ability to move independently, and was dragged all the way to the elevator by Zhou Juan like a puppet on strings.
After passing the corner, Zhou Juan loosened his grip, and she seemed to have lost all strength. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead heavily against the wall next to the elevator door.
It's like looking at the wall and thinking about it.
Zhou Juan pressed the down button of the elevator, looked at her behind him for a while, then put his middle and index fingers together and tapped her back.
"Don't talk to me..." Meng Shuyu lowered her head and stared at her shoes, her voice sounding like she was about to cry.
"Feel sorry."
Meng Shuyu slowly raised his head.
"My girlfriend is having a tantrum, let's sit down."
“…”
Meng Shuyu watched the passengers in the elevator press the door door button impatiently, then realized that Zhou Juan had just reminded her that the elevator was here.
And the "sorry" that made her look up in emotion was not meant for her.
Fortunately, this level of embarrassment is just like drizzle to her and is not worth mentioning.
The elevator door closed again, and Meng Shuyu looked at him unhappily: "Now that the play is over, please stop screaming."
Zhou Juan raised his hand: "That was a patient who was treated by the same doctor as my grandfather."
“…”
Then I would like to praise you for your rigor, right
Meng Shuyu was discouraged, staring blankly into the air and murmuring: "I've never had any good things happen to you."
Zhou Juan nodded as he thought about it: "It seems so."
"It doesn't seem like it, it just is."
"Then you haven't thought about the reason?"
"I'm unlucky and I still have to reflect on myself? Are you talking humanly?" Meng Shuyu looked at him with wide eyes.
Zhou Juan twitched the corner of his mouth: "Maybe you owed me something at some point."
Yes, she must have impulsively killed this man who had no empathy in her previous life. She owed a life debt, so she had to live and die, die and live again with him in this life.
"Mr. Zhou, I know you don't have many emotions, but in this situation," Meng Shuyu made a slight gesture, "can you feel a little guilty for me?"
"Okay," Zhou Juan nodded, "I owe you once today."
Owing once is indeed the pretense of a capitalist who thinks everything is calculated on a penny basis.
Meng Shuyu didn't feel the slightest hint of true feelings from his expression and tone. She turned her head and looked out the window: "Forget it, what's the use of asking for your IOU? I'd better think about how to end it first."
"You don't have to think about it, I'll take it."
"How does he plan to end this?"
At eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Xing finished catching up on the latest episode of the TV series in the restaurant, smiled at Meng Shuyu for two minutes, and finally asked a serious question.
Meng Shuyu lay listlessly on the dining table, speaking word by word: "He said, he will explain, tell the truth."
"Then what are you worried about? As a doctor, Jian Cheng understands things like birth, old age, illness and death, so he definitely believes that you are helping."
"Well, if Zhou Juan hadn't called me when Jian Cheng called me—" Meng Shuyu blinked, "Bao, Bei, Er."
"Jian Cheng must not have recognized Zhou Juan's voice that day, otherwise, why would you be so surprised to see you today?"
"Then now that I think about it, aren't they all right?"
"Then I can't make up a reason to comfort you," Chen Xing poured her a glass of water, "Drink more hot water."
Meng Shuyu took the water glass and drank it mechanically.
In fact, if the person today was not Zhou Juan, it would be okay. It would be normal to find a new love after a breakup, not to mention that she and Jian Cheng were not together.
But first of all, Zhou Juan has been Jian Cheng's friend for many years, and secondly, the reason why Zhou Juan met her was because Zhou Juan took Jian Cheng's car.
In addition, in order to seal Zhou Juan's mouth, she had repeatedly inquired about information from Jian Cheng, which aroused Jian Cheng's suspicion.
If you connect these things from beginning to end, in Jian Cheng's opinion, this is completely—
A story about a prospective girlfriend who met her handsome and rich brother through herself, quickly moved on and broke up with him, and seamlessly connected with her good brother.
Chen Xing also thought about this, sighed and said, "You should really talk to Zhou Juan. It's not unfair to get a look from Jian Cheng, but before you can talk, the blame will be taken on you. Do you think you’re at a loss?”
"I'm just a loser!" Meng Shuyu straightened up as if "siting up in shock while dying".
"So no matter how Zhou Juan handles it now, this knot will remain. If you want to make up for the loss, there is only one way."
"What way?"
"Start a relationship with Zhou Juan."
“…”
"Don't look at me so speechlessly. If you don't do this again and again, you won't be wronged or wronged, right?"
Meng Shuyu looked at her with a dull face: "Chen Xing, I have known you for so many years, how did I discover that you still have the talent for MLM pimping?"
"Just because we have known each other for so many years, I dare to guarantee that if you and Zhou Juan didn't have so much drama and had a normal encounter, this man would definitely be the one you fall in love with at first sight just standing in front of you. . Just say, don’t you feel any emotion when someone calls you baby, calls you girlfriend, or holds your hand?”
"Well, that's not a normal physiological reaction."
"So when you heard Jian Cheng speak sweet words or had physical contact with him, did you also have this physiological reaction?"
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"That's right," Chen Xing patted the table, "A man's body may lie, but a woman's body is much more honest than a man's."
Meng Shuyu picked up the serving chopsticks, picked up a crystal shrimp dumpling and stuffed it into Chen Xing's mouth: "Okay, okay, eat yours."
Chen Xing was forced to close her mouth and chewed her food for a while, then she saw the screen of Meng Shuyu's phone light up.
Meng Shuyu picked up her phone and saw an imperative message: Come and pick me up.
Coffee shop near Sanyuan.
Zhou Juan and Jian Cheng sat face to face on a coffee table, and they had been silent for five minutes since they sat down.
It's like there is an invisible thread pulling between the two, but neither one is the one to make the thread clear.
Coffee was not in short supply at night, and there were not many customers in the store. The waiter quickly brought two cups of coffee over and asked the two of them to take their time.
It also interrupted the tug-of-war where whoever speaks first loses.
Jian Cheng held the coffee cup, lowered his head and took a sip.
The sourness entered the throat, making people frown physiologically, and some words that were difficult to say came out smoothly: "You and her..."
"Not together yet." Zhou Juan answered.
"The old man has been looking forward to me getting married soon, and today she helped me act in a play."
Jian Cheng knew the complicated situation in Zhou Juan's family, and also knew that he didn't bother telling such lies, so this shouldn't be false.
only-
"'Not yet' together means..."
"It means, I'm chasing her." Zhou Juan looked at him calmly.
Jian Cheng was silent for a moment and nodded slowly: "When did it start?"
"I thought there was no first-come-first-served basis in this kind of thing," Zhou Juan smiled, as if he answered the question incorrectly, but also seemed to hit the point, "Besides, you may not be the one who comes first."
The knife hanging on his neck was finally chopped off after a long countdown. After hearing this answer, the uneasiness that had been growing in his heart since Zhou Jun wished him "good luck" settled down. At this moment, Jian Cheng felt There was a feeling of relief.
It was also at this moment that he had to believe that when a person makes up his mind to meet another person, no third person can stop him.
Even at the beginning, he was vigilant at the first opportunity and tried hard to build an iron wall between Meng Shuyu and Zhou Juan, but as long as Zhou Juan had the intention, that wall was just a defective product that could fall down with one push.
Time could not be turned back, and he could not replace Zhou Juan as the person who gave her a collection of poems nine years ago.
Or even if he goes back, he can give her an ice cream and a flower, but he can't give her a poem.
For a moment, Jian Cheng almost impulsively wanted to tell Zhou Juan that if it were him, there might be no need to chase him at all.
But in the end, his selfishness made Jian Cheng swallow his words.
As the night deepens, thick clouds roll in the sky, the undercurrent surges, and a rain from summer to autumn pours down like ink.
In just two minutes, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the coffee shop were filled with rainwater, reflecting patches of mottled light and shadow.
Jian Cheng listened to the overwhelming sound of rain and suddenly said, "I remember you seem to hate rainy days."
Zhou Juan nodded and looked out the window: "It used to be."
After the words fell, a vibration sounded. Zhou Juan glanced at the phone, stood up and said goodbye to Jian Cheng.
Jian Cheng held the cup of cold coffee in his hand, raised his head and watched him leave.
When Zhou Juan walked out of the sliding glass door and stood on the steps outside the door, he suddenly guessed something and turned his head to look out the window.
On the opposite street, Meng Shuyu, wearing a thin shirt and skirt, crossed the road with a black umbrella, hurriedly came to Zhou Jun's shelter from the rain, and said something to him with a look of complaint.
Zhou Juan replied, and then spread his hand towards her.
Meng Shuyu handed the umbrella handle into his palm angrily.
Her face was full of vivid expressions that Jian Cheng had never seen before.
Seeing Zhou Juan holding the handle of the umbrella and walking shoulder to shoulder with Meng Shuyu across the street, Jian Cheng was in a trance, as if he had returned to the rainy night when Zhou Juan and Meng Shuyu met again.
He thought that after so many years, Zhou Juan had long forgotten about Meng Shuyu, so he let Zhou Juan get into his car without warning that night.
On that rainy night, he took Meng Shuyu away in front of Zhou Juan, and he didn't even know that among the three of them, besides him, there was a second person who knew that it was a reunion.
Maybe it was even a reunion carefully designed by Zhou Jun.
The author has something to say: Zhou Jun, tell me the truth, did you watch the weather forecast and insist on avenging your wife being taken away on a rainy day
There will be a second update later, probably around 12 o'clock.