After finishing the business, Wen Liang saw that it was getting late, so he stood up and said goodbye. Jiang Zhilan's eyes flashed with reluctance, but she was alone at home, and there was no reason to keep him. She followed him to the door and asked, "The buses have stopped at this time, and it's hard to get a taxi. How are you going to go back?"
Wen Liang patted his trouser legs and said with a smile: "Working people, as long as the No. 11 bus is still there, no matter how far the road is, it won't be a problem..."
As he spoke, he opened the door. Jiang Zhilan burst out laughing at his amusement. At this time, a woman from the opposite house came out with a basin of washed clothes in her hand. Seeing Wen Liang and Jiang Zhilan standing close to each other with smiles on their faces, she was stunned for a moment, and suddenly slapped her forehead, muttering to herself: "I forgot the clothesline. Look at my memory..." She turned around and went back to the house as if she didn't see Wen and Jiang.
Wen Liang frowned at this attempt to cover up something that only made it more obvious. He respected Jiang Zhilan very much and didn't want to see her reputation damaged by rumors. He whispered, "Is it okay?"
The woman was Fang's wife. Jiang Zhilan felt embarrassed and annoyed. She made a non-existent thing happen like that. She said, "It's okay. We are old neighbors. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. It's okay!"
Wen Liang nodded and said, "Sister-in-law, please stay. I can go down by myself. Oh, I just remembered that you don't have a phone here, so it's inconvenient to contact you. How about this, I'll ask my friends to come to Gongti at 11 o'clock tomorrow, and you just wait at Jiang's."
Jiang Zhilan agreed and watched Wen Liang go downstairs. Just as she was about to go back to her room, Sister Fang opened a crack like a thief, poked her head out and looked, saying, "Is he gone?"
Jiang Zhilan glared at her unhappily and turned back to her room. Sister Fang followed with a grin, and tiptoed to look at the bed in the bedroom with ill intent, saying, "You're so good. I said I'd never look down on anyone I introduced to you, but you found one quietly. Look at this pretty face. Did you just have sex? Hey, I think this person is pretty energetic and looks like he has a good heart. Where is he from? What does he do? Is he married?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Zhilan's face turned red as if it had been dyed with cloth, and she said, "I think your memory is really not good. He is not the person who helped me last time..."
Sister Fang suddenly realized that Wen Liang had come over that morning to watch Niu Guifang change Jiang Zhilan's stall to the current one. A large number of neighbors gathered around. She had also seen Wen Liang there and said, "So it was him. I haven't seen him for so long, I really couldn't remember him."
With a roll of his eyes, he whispered something into Jiang Zhilan's ear, making her feel so embarrassed that she almost collapsed. He pushed her away and said angrily, "He's my benefactor, don't talk nonsense. If he hears this, will you let me live as a human being?"
Sister Fang didn't care at all and said, "There is no cat that doesn't like fish. I think he has been interested in you for a long time, otherwise why didn't he come to talk and laugh with me?"
"Okay, okay, go back and hang your clothes."
Jiang Zhilan really couldn't stand her teasing any more, so she pushed and chased Sister Fang out of the house. As soon as she closed the door, her body leaned limply against it, thinking about Sister Fang's blushing jokes. Her heart was beating very fast, and her beautiful chest kept rising and falling. She couldn't help but think of Wenliang's face and the hot flush that she felt when she was hiding outside.
"Girl, open the door. We don't have enough clothes drying racks. Lend me two."
Jiang Zhilan was startled and pinched her thigh hard. The severe pain woke her up from some unrealistic delusion. Even on a refreshing spring day, beads of sweat were faintly visible on her forehead.
Wen Liang walked to the outside of Gongwai and looked around. He did not see a taxi. The quiet street was empty. Only the branches and leaves swaying in the wind on the roadside rustled, adding a bit of desolation to the night in Qingzhou. He walked along the path for seven or eight minutes, turned four or five corners, and went through two or three alleys. He finally came to the main road. The traffic was quite busy, but after waiting for a while, he still did not see the shadow of a taxi. Just as he was about to take out his mobile phone to call Zuo Yuxi, a white shadow suddenly turned over from the telephone pole on the left, hanging in the air and swaying left and right, which scared Wen Liang and made him step back two steps. When he walked over and took a look, he found that I don’t know which damn dog had tied a white rag on two telephone poles not far away as a sign. The wind blew down one end of the rope, hanging down like a female ghost. It was really hard to help cursing in the middle of the night.
He gave the white cloth the middle finger. He heard the sizzling sound of tires rubbing against the ground behind him. He turned around and saw a red BMW with its headlights on, heading straight towards him.
Wen Liang stood still, as if in his eyes, the car's lethality was not as strong as the white cloth. As expected, the BMW stopped just before hitting the steps on the sidewalk, but the headlights were still shining on Wen Liang's face, with no intention of turning off.
It's not that Wen Liang was stupid. It's mainly because he heard the brake sound first and then looked at the distance of the car. He estimated that it would not be a big problem. Besides, the steps of the sidewalk here are higher. Even if the car hit him at this speed, he would have enough time to dodge.
The person in the car opened the door and got out. It was Lu Xinyan, whom I met in the Times Building this morning. She looked at Wen Liang with anger and scolded him, "You are standing on the side of the road in the middle of the night, ready to scam me. If there is a car accident, is it your fault or mine... Ah, why is it you?"
Lu Xinyan had just stopped at the roadside not far behind to answer a phone call. She had seen Wen Liang standing under the street light looking around. She hadn't expected that this guy was not only annoying, but also as timid as a mouse. Even the banner on the telephone pole could scare him so much that he jumped three feet high. That's why she planned to drive over to embarrass this coward. She would not be satisfied until she scared him to death.
However, she didn't expect that this guy was either scared silly or something, and he didn't move at all. Her heart was in her throat, and she was really scared. This anger was not fake.
Wen Liang ignored Lu Xinyan, turned his head and looked around, bent down to pick up an egg-sized stone, shook it up and down in his hand, and said with a smile: "Yes, what a coincidence!"
Before he finished speaking, there was a snap, and the stone hit the car's headlights. The dazzling light suddenly dimmed, and Lu Xinyan screamed, "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" Wen Liang grinned, revealing his neat white teeth. In Lu Xinyan's eyes, he looked extremely eerie and scary. "It's the middle of the night, I'm a man and you're a woman, what can you do?"
Lu Xinyan was wearing a black professional suit, with flesh-colored stockings wrapped around her straight and slender calf skin. The figure outlined by her waist and hips was enough to turn a man with insufficient self-control into a brave beast. Feeling the dangerous aura transmitted by Wen Liang, she realized how unwise it was to come alone to provoke. She subconsciously covered her collar, her face turned pale, and she said anxiously: "I am a foreigner, you, don't mess around, Wen Liang, aren't you afraid of causing trouble for your father?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)