After she posted her latest Weibo post, she felt much better.
In order to avoid more people coming to her to plead for mercy, Jiang Xianrou simply turned off her cell phone and started sitting at the dressing table to apply makeup on her face using bottles and jars.
The corners of her mouth were even slightly raised, showing an undisguised attitude of victory.
*
In a cafe in the center of Beijing.
Weilou arrived early.
He found a seat outside and ordered a cup of coffee and a cup of peach juice from the waiter. The coffee was definitely for him, and the cup of unsweetened peach juice was for Qiao Nian.
Because he remembered that Qiao Nian didn't like coffee and milk tea and abstained from sweets.
After a while, the waiter brought his coffee.
Wei Lou picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, then raised his wrist to check the time on his watch. There were still five minutes left until the time Qiao Nian had agreed to meet him.
Someone is always on time.
He began to look around.
Sure enough, at the bus stop he saw a familiar figure walking towards him slowly.
There were a lot of people on the streets in Beijing on Friday afternoon.
The sidewalks are filled with students and white-collar workers working nearby.
Girls walking in the crowd.
In the early autumn weather, Qiao Nian came over wearing a white sweatshirt and a baseball cap to cover her overly good-looking face. She was wearing a pair of canvas shoes with no laces tied. She casually tucked the laces to the side and walked slowly towards this side step by step.
She had earphones in her ears, with the earphone wires hanging down her sweatshirt, looking unruly and untidy.
But the aura is very strong.
Even though she was dressed very ordinary among the group, the simple outfit was eye-catching on Qiao Nian, and she herself could not be ignored.
Wei Lou hadn't seen her for a long time, and seeing the girl from afar felt as if she were from another world.
Fortunately, after the trance, he came back to his senses and saw Qiao Nian had crossed the road and walked not far to the coffee shop.
"Qiao Xiaonian, here." Wei Lou waved at the girl.
Qiao Nian saw him and immediately walked towards him.
Just then, the waiter brought some freshly squeezed juice and placed it on the table opposite the guardhouse.
She pulled out a chair and sat down. She raised her eyebrows and looked at the young man opposite her with her beautiful pupils. She said in a very familiar tone: "Is this for me?"
"Tsk." Wei Lou couldn't help but be nonchalant when he saw her. He smiled so hard that his teeth were showing. He leaned back and twitched his chin to let her look at the coffee in front of him. "Otherwise, who else can I order for? You are the only one who can spend my money. Others don't have a chance to spend it."
Qiao Nian sat sideways on the chair, her arms resting on the armrests beside her, sitting in a lazy posture. From her side, she could just see the price list in the coffee shop. She raised her lips, wild and angry: "35 is not worth mentioning specifically."
"What else? If it wasn't you, I would feel bad for paying three dollars and fifty cents for someone else." He covered his chest with his hands exaggeratedly, as if he was heartbroken.
Qiao Nian's mouth twitched, feeling a little uncomfortable. Her phone happened to be next to her, so she picked it up, found his profile picture, transferred some money to him, and said in a cool way, "Take it."
"I was just kidding." Wei Lou said this, but his body was very honest and he immediately found his phone. When he saw the money Qiao Nian had transferred to him, he immediately smiled and said in a nonchalant manner, "Thank you, Qiao Shen, for supporting me."
God Joe...
Qiao Nian has been sensitive to these two words recently, so she raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, her voice slightly hoarse: "If you don't want it, return the money to me."
(End of this chapter)