Mo Yiheng sent her to the last church and saw many people who played last time walking in, "Why are you performing here?"
"Oh, we have a performance group, which we set up by ourselves. Because we haven't graduated yet, we often come here to perform. Some rich and powerful people will come here to watch." Fang Jiamei unfastens the safety belt and explains.
Mo Yi Heng side Mou sees to her round face, "that your usual income source?"
He learned in the morning that Fang Jiamei had no contact with the Fang family in the past two years. He didn't know why.
"I have a scholarship and I'll work in a convenience store on weekends." Fang Jiamei smiles and looks relaxed.
She seldom said this to others, but probably because this man looks good and gets along with others at will.
Mo Yiheng nodded, looked at the time, "you go in."
"Oh, good." Fang Jiamei nodded, pushed the door open and got out of the car. After closing the door, she took out her cello and put it on her shoulder. She bent slightly and waved to him, "thank you, Mr. mo. I'll go in first. Goodbye."
Mo Yiheng watched her turn and walk away. Her height was almost the same as that cello, and she looked very petite.
Mr. mo Oh, what strange words.
……
It's more than seven o'clock in the evening after the performance, just in time to catch the last bus back to the castle.
Waving goodbye to everyone, Fang Jiamei walked forward with her cello on her back, but she saw the familiar car not far away.
Isn't he gone?
Suspiciously, Fang Jiamei stoops slightly and looks at the man sleeping in the driver's seat through the window.
He seems to be very tired, tired between the eyebrows and eyes.
Don't know how to return a responsibility, Fang Jiamei sees such him, in the heart inexplicably curled up for a while, seem to be some kind of throbbing feeling.
Throbbing?
Straightening up, Fang Jiamei patted her face.
What is she doing?
How long has this man known each other? Why does she throb?
It's a flower maniac! You're crazy when you see a handsome guy!
How could she do that? If Zicong knew, he would be angry again.
She loves and loves Zicong and will always love him. How could she be attracted to other men? Strange!
Slowly calm down, Fang Jiamei didn't wake him up, turned to want to leave, but thought that in case people are waiting for her, it seems impolite to leave like this?
Thinking about it, Fang Jiamei took out a post it note from her pocket, wrote a line on it, and then pasted it on the window. Then she left at ease
Mo Yiheng was awakened by the harsh sound of the trumpet on the side of the road. He frowned slightly and looked at the church in front of him, only to find that the light was dark.
Gone?
Didn't you see him?
Or you don't want to go with him?
Slightly pursed lips, Mo Yiheng side eyes will see a pink peach heart sticker on the window.
Push open the door to get off, a cold wind suddenly sober a lot.
Mo Yiheng reached out and took down the piece of paper. There was a line of Chinese written on it. The handwriting looked awkward and should not be written often.
[Mr. Mo, I didn't wake you up when I saw you asleep. You went home first. Thank you for waiting for me, but I think you should have a good rest. Goodbye. 】
the corners of his mouth bend slightly, and Mo Yiheng can even imagine her bending over to look at him in the window.
Stupid.
It's no different from before.
Except The person in my heart is not him.
Put the paper in his pocket, Mo Yiheng stood in place for a while before leaving
The next day, there was no class in the afternoon. Fang Jiamei left the college with her cello on her back. As a result, she saw the car parked there.
Mo Yiheng saw her get out of the car, wearing a black shirt, elegant.