Yang Zhao lowered his head gently when he heard the good sound.
She recalled Chen Mingsheng's appearance and his faint smile, and she felt that there was something in that simple "yes" that made people slack off their shoulders.
The strong smell of smoke in the car seemed to be less choking.
On the other side of the phone, Chen Mingsheng continued, "You decide the location."
Yang Zhao thought for a while and said, "Where are you now?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "At home."
Yang Zhao said, "Then let's go to your house."
Chen Mingsheng paused for a while, and then said, "Your place is not close to my house, is it convenient?"
Yang Zhao pursed his lips and said, "It's okay, I'm driving anyway."
After she finished speaking, she heard a soft laugh from the other side of the phone. Yang Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and Chen Mingsheng's lowered smile appeared in front of his eyes that day, and she said, "What are you laughing at?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "It's nothing."
His tone was very relaxed, Yang Zhao frowned and said, "What are you laughing at?"
Chen Mingsheng laughed again.
Yang Zhao: "..."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Yang." Chen Mingsheng said, "I didn't mean it, I just felt..." He paused in the middle of speaking. Yang Zhao asked, "What do you think?"
After a while of silence on the phone, Yang Zhao glanced out the car window. Yang Jintian's high school is located in the center of the city, and there is a lot of traffic. When a green light turns on at the intersection, a large number of vehicles drive over.
Yang Zhao watched the cars drive by one after another, quietly waiting for Chen Mingsheng's answer.
"It's nothing..." Chen Mingsheng said in a low voice.
Yang Zhao adjusted the car seat back, lay on it with his head up, and asked again, "What do you think?"
Chen Mingsheng chuckled lightly and said, "Do you have to ask for the answer every time?"
Yang Zhao looked at the gray roof and said, "Not all of them."
Chen Mingsheng said, "When will you arrive?"
Seeing that Chen Mingsheng didn't answer, Yang Zhao didn't ask any more questions. She glanced at her watch and said, "Forty minutes later."
At this time, a truck passed by the side of the road and honked its horn. Chen Mingsheng asked on the other side of the phone, "Are you outside?"
"En." Yang Zhao replied, and then said, "I'm in my brother's school."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Where is it?"
Yang Zhao said the address, and Chen Mingsheng said, "It's farther away, so we should choose a compromise place."
Yang Zhao said, "No, just wait for me."
Chen Mingsheng said, "That's good."
Both of them were speechless for a moment, then Chen Mingsheng said, "Then this—"
"Is this your number?" Yang Zhao interrupted Chen Mingsheng.
"yes."
Yang Zhao said, "You wait for me, I will call you when I arrive."
"good."
Yang Zhao said, "That's it, I'm dead."
After she finished speaking, she was about to hang up the phone, when Chen Mingsheng suddenly said, "When you set up the navigation, just set up the Lingkong Police Station. That road is the closest, and it happens to pass by my house."
Yang Zhao didn't speak.
Chen Mingsheng said: "You...you can navigate."
Yang Zhao took a breath and said calmly, "Yes, I'll see you later." After speaking, she hung up without waiting for Chen Mingsheng to reply. When she hung up, she threw the phone to the co-pilot's seat, sat up straight, and stared at the car's navigator with a blank expression.
Wasn't it just a little slow when positioning last time... Yang Zhao stretched out his finger, poked the navigator, and entered Lingkong police station on it.
Navigation succeeded.
"Oh, it's that simple." Yang Zhao sneered. After laughing, he felt stupid again and shook his head.
She saw the cell phone thrown aside, picked it up, and checked the call history. A string of numbers lay quietly at the top of the screen. She pressed her finger on the string of numbers for a long time, and then on the page that popped up, select Create a new contact.
Enter Chen Mingsheng and it's done.
Yang Zhao opened the address book, clicked on the letter starting with C, and Chen Mingsheng was very far behind. Yang Zhao wanted to enter another name so that he could be ranked higher, but he couldn't come up with it after thinking for a long time. She is not a person who is good at joking. In her mobile phone, all contacts are real names, without a nickname.
Yang Zhao thought for a while, but finally gave up.
That's it.
She adjusted the chair back to its original position and followed the navigation all the way.
It was almost 1:30 when she drove near Chen Mingsheng's house. She was about to find a place to park when she saw Chen Mingsheng smoking on the side of the road at a small intersection.
The intersection was very narrow, it came directly from the community, barely enough for a car to pass. The intersection is also very deep, and poplar trees are planted on both sides of the road.
When Yang Zhao saw Chen Mingsheng, he hadn't noticed her yet. He was staring at the side of the road in a daze with a cigarette in his mouth. Chen Mingsheng wore a white T-shirt with the tail tucked into his trousers, and a light gray coat over it.
Yang Zhao once again felt that Chen Mingsheng's figure was really good.
Of course, leaving out that leg doesn't count.
Yang Zhao couldn't help looking at Chen Mingsheng's leg. The trouser leg on the right leg has not been modified. Chen Mingsheng just folded the trouser leg and stuffed it into the waistband behind him. He had a cane by his side, with his arm half resting on it, bending his elbow from time to time, removing the cigarette from his mouth, and flicking the ash.
He stands firm.
Yang Zhao felt that he was always inexplicably attracted to Chen Mingsheng's leg, and that lack made him look very fragile. But Yang Zhao knew that he was not a fragile person, and he had nothing to do with this word.
This extreme contradiction fell into Yang Zhao's eyes, and it became an unspeakable sexy...
Yes, sexy.
Chen Mingsheng quickly noticed Yang Zhao's car, he put out his cigarette, stood up straight and looked at her.
Yang Zhao turned the car around at the intersection and drove to Chen Mingsheng's side.
She pressed the window.
"Why are you waiting outside?"
Chen Mingsheng lowered his head, looked at Yang Zhao, smiled, and said in a low voice, "You drive really slowly."
Yang Zhao frowned again, "Slow?" She glanced at her watch, it was half past one. She looked out from the car, "Do you think it's slow?" She looked at Chen Mingsheng and said with a serious face, "I came from the city center."
Chen Mingsheng watched Yang Zhao seriously explain the address of the experimental middle school to himself, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the tree pit by the roadside.
After Yang Zhao explained, he said to Chen Mingsheng, "Get in the car."
"Yeah." Chen Mingsheng opened the back door, and Yang Zhao said, "Sit in the front." Chen Mingsheng raised his head, and Yang Zhao looked at him from the rearview mirror. He nodded, put his crutches in, then opened the front door, hopped while supporting the car, and got into the car.
Yang Zhao said, "Where should we go for dinner?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "What do you want to eat?"
Yang Zhao said, "As you wish."
Chen Mingsheng thought for a while and said, "You can find something you want to eat. I'll treat you to this meal. It's a thank you for your help that day." He was talking about the day Yang Zhao accompanied him to the rehabilitation center.
Yang Zhao didn't refuse, and turned to Chen Mingsheng, "Are you hungry?"
Chen Mingsheng was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to react for a while, nodded, and said, "Hungry."
Yang Zhao said, "Then find a place nearby."
"good."
After finishing speaking, Chen Mingsheng thought that Yang Zhao was going to drive, but he waited for a while but the car did not move. He glanced at Yang Zhao and found that Yang Zhao was also looking at him.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Zhao said, "Seat belt."
Chen Mingsheng: "..."
He didn't know what to say, he fastened his seat belt silently, and Yang Zhaocai drove.
Chen Mingsheng lived in a remote area, and there were no decent restaurants. Yang Zhao didn't care either, she found a home-cooked restaurant on the side of the road, and asked Chen Mingsheng, "Is this okay?"
Chen Mingsheng was a little surprised.
He had only known Yang Zhao for a few days, and except for some weird things, Yang Zhao gave him the first impression that he was a rich man.
You can tell just by looking at the car, Jaguar XKR, 5.0L automatic manual, at least two million - although she is a bit aggrieved by her driving.
And the huge apartment he had sheltered from the rain. Chen Mingsheng was not very familiar with the brand, but he could also tell that although Yang Zhao's clothes were simple in style, they were by no means ordinary street goods.
In short, Yang Zhaoli does not look like someone who can enter the "Second Sister Dumpling Restaurant" that is more than ten square meters for lunch.
Yang Zhao felt that she was completely unfamiliar with this area, and she didn't know where to find restaurants. And Chen Mingsheng just said that he was hungry, so she didn't want to waste any more time. There were several taxis parked in front of this dumpling restaurant, and the store was very lively, so she chose this place.
After Yang Zhao parked the car, Chen Mingsheng took a cane from the back seat of the car, and entered the store with it.
There happened to be an empty table where two people sat facing each other.
The shop was small and the customers sat casually, so Chen Mingsheng walked around a few people to get to the seats. He was missing a leg, so he attracted so much attention that everyone in the room glanced at him consciously or unconsciously.
Chen Mingsheng didn't care, and neither did Yang Zhao. While the waiter was taking the menu, she turned her head and looked around, and said to Chen Mingsheng, "There seem to be many taxi drivers here."
Chen Mingsheng nodded and said, "This store is cheap and has a good location. Many drivers come to eat at noon."
Yang Zhao said, "Have you been here too?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "I have eaten."
Yang Zhao imagined it for a while, and then said, "Are you also coming with everyone at noon?"
Chen Mingsheng casually undid a button on his collar, stretched his neck, and said, "Why do I come with you?"
"Um?"
Chen Mingsheng raised his eyes to look at Yang Zhao, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "You are the only one who can tell that this is the case, and I still eat with a group of people, don't even think about doing this job again."
Yang Zhao: "..."
She pursed her lips and looked at Chen Mingsheng steadfastly. Chen Mingsheng was a little hairy from her stare, and just about to speak, Yang Zhao said, "I'm not really threatening you."
Chen Mingsheng paused.
Yang Zhao said, "Maybe you don't believe it, but I just wanted you to come up to shelter from the rain."
Chen Mingsheng lowered his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "I know, it's just a joke."
The waiter came over with the menu, and Yang Zhao asked Chen Mingsheng in a low voice, "Is it okay to eat here, and will anyone recognize you?"
Chen Mingsheng took the menu, looked at it in his hand, and said, "It's okay, I don't know anyone."
He didn't bother to explain that their company had fixed meals, and basically no one would pay for lunch by themselves. Chen Mingsheng looked at the menu and found that Yang Zhao hadn't moved for a long time. He raised his head from the menu—
Yang Zhao wore a black knitted sweater today, she looked very plain, her back was straight, and her hands were neatly placed on her lap. Seeing Chen Mingsheng raised his head, she leaned forward slightly, as if she was afraid that the conversation would be overheard.
Yang Zhao frowned slightly, and she whispered to Chen Mingsheng solemnly, "It's not safe, eat quickly."
Chen Mingsheng: "..."