Chapter 101

I don't know how long this state will last. What if I tell her?

With her attitude, I'm afraid I wish he wouldn't go there.

Fu Hanchuan sneered, took a cigarette and stood up. In the bright light of the stars, he narrowed his long and narrow eyes and looked at the car downstairs.

The cigarette butts were pressed out in the ashtray, the man's long legs moved, and his broad back disappeared behind the door

... the memory dividing line coming back the next evening

Su Xiang wiped the face cream and looked at it in the mirror. He felt that his complexion was not very good. He played some blush and tied his head to a ball.

I'm going to the examination room today to check the seat number so that I can't find a place on the day of the examination.

Su Xiang hasn't been to the examination room for several years. He is a little nervous. Selfishness thinks that if you look better, you will have better luck.

After the trouble, she walked out of the bathroom with satisfaction.

Eating breakfast alone is casual. Su Xiang cooked the rest of the rice yesterday, ate it with a piece of fermented bean curd, and then went out with his bag.

The test site was in a middle school in another district. It took 40 minutes to find a place, but the classroom that confirmed the test took only five minutes.

Probably afraid of cheating, the door of the classroom was locked, and a piece of white paper was pasted on the wall next to it, on which the number to number of the admission ticket was written. Su Xiang compared it and came out after confirmation.

Bookstore.

Su Xiang ordered a cup of hot milk coffee at the counter, found a window seat, took off his heavy woolen coat and scarf, put them obliquely on the back of the chair, took out the notes and books in the bag and began to review.

She was wearing a loose Beige sweater with a slightly long sleeve covering half of her hand. She held a warm milk coffee in her hands. She lowered her head and took a sip. She looked at the book with her eyes, read a paragraph, raised her head and looked at the ceiling, recited a paragraph, looked at the book again, smiled and went on to the next paragraph.

The bright sunshine poured down and turned her face white and pink. The pink lips were bent and tilted, like a repeated dynamic cartoon.

Outside the window, a car stopped at the street corner. A man sat in the car, banging the steering wheel with his fingers, grabbing his chin and scratching the back of his head from time to time.

Could it be that he just drove around the street and inadvertently saw Su Xiang sitting in the bookstore reading.

He stopped the car and subconsciously wanted to get out of the car to say hello, but as soon as the door opened a crack, he swished his hand back.

It's not that his body is empty and can't stand the cold wind. He doesn't know why. He seems to be in disgrace.

Speaking of it, he still owes Su Xiang a life and hasn't paid her back. Why can't he go up and say hello?

I tried twice, but it seemed as if there were thorns on the doorknob. Every time I touched the door, my hand retracted.

What are you going to say?

Could it be that Tongxin is like a Crazy Rabbit, trying to pretend that he can't see and continue to take his ride, but when he sees the white face, pink lips and tire sticking to the road.

He sat in the car and looked across the road at the woman sitting by the bookstore window.

When she looked up, her neck raised a white and smooth arc. When she looked down, her back neck bent a white small arch bridge, and the broken hair of her back brain fell in her neck.

Her eyebrows and eyes are bright and moist, and her small nose is very upturned. She obviously doesn't look like a big beauty, but she looks at it as a picture.

She took a sip of the drink and looked up at the ceiling. The drink slid down her throat and her purplish lips bent again.

Could it be that the milk tea is so delicious?

Is that book that good?

He saw that she finally took her eyes away from the book. He thought she wanted to look out of the window, so he immediately avoided it, but found that she just looked sideways at her mobile phone.

Could it be that he was awkwardly revived. What was he doing?

Is this still the domineering Mo sanshao?

"Hum!" Could it be that he cleared his throat, finally opened the door and walked down.

The service desk is at the door. Did you go in and take a look at the quiet woman over there? When you move there, you change direction and go to the service desk to see the category list above.

Could it be that Tong has never walked into a bookstore in his life, either a bar or a club. When he sees the name above, he is stupid at first sight.

What Lao She's tea, Anna's coffee, what are these?

"What would you like to drink, sir?"

The waiter asked in a low voice. Could it be that he had a headache and said directly, "coffee."

"What kind of coffee would you like?"

Could it be that he said in a rough voice: "black coffee without sugar!"

"OK, just a moment, please."

The waiter turned around and started brewing on the back bar. Could it be that he was on the same side, his arm on the counter and tapping his fingers.

It's not good to just walk over... Well, the little mute has been reading for a long time. It's time to be hungry.

"That..." could it be that he pointed to a line of snacks in the category list. Anyway, he couldn't see anything famous, so he casually ordered one, "ask for the lanolin ball again."

The waiter turned his head and smiled sweetly at the guest: "OK, please wait a moment."

After a while, the coffee and cake were placed on a tray. Did you look at the lanolin ball? It turned out to be a cheese cake.

He picked up the tray easily with one hand and was about to walk to the window when his fingers shook.

Qi Lingyang was also in the bookstore. He changed books on the bookshelf. Crossing the bookshelf, he inadvertently saw the woman sitting by the window. The corner of his lip slightly hooked down and walked past with the book.

Su Xiang had just finished reading a paragraph of content silently. He noticed that there were people standing around him. As soon as he looked up, he saw Qi Lingyang standing there. He shook the book in his hand and smiled.

Su Xiang's eyes bent. Qi Lingyang lifted the seat and sat down opposite her.

Su Xiang's book was colorful and eye-catching. Qi Lingyang looked at it and said, "is the exam coming soon?"

Su Xiang nodded.

——I went to the test center today and the test will start tomorrow.

Qi Lingyang said, "well, if you are so serious, you will certainly pass."

Su Xiang smiled, revealing his snow-white teeth.

——I wish I could.

Her arm paused, thought of something, and began to gesture again.

——Last time I heard you say that you're going to a new company. Is everything going well?

Qi Lingyang shrugged his shoulders: "at present, it's OK. I don't know in the future."

——Why are you in the bookstore?

Qi Lingyang pointed to his brain, his lips bent slightly, looking a little distressed. He said, "if you use your brain too much, come out and relax."

On the other side, after seeing clearly that it was Qi Lingyang, he shook his fingers, took the coffee, went to the card seat on the other side, sat down, narrowed his eyes and stared at the other side.

At the moment, he was a little annoyed that he couldn't understand sign language and didn't know what Su Xiang was talking about.

The little mute doesn't learn well. He hasn't completely stepped out of the door of the Fu family, and he's mixed with Qi Lingyang?

At this time, did he have an impulse to buy the bookstore, and then hung a notice with Qi Lingyang's photo at the door, saying: this person is not allowed to enter!

Looking at the two people talking and laughing, could it be that they both drank a big mouthful of coffee, but the temperature of the coffee just came out was very high. When he drank it, he sprayed it out, and hurriedly covered his mouth with a paper towel.

But in such a quiet place as the bookstore, a little movement can attract others' attention, not to mention just separated by an aisle.

Su Xiang and Qi Lingyang turned their heads and looked at the past. Su Xiang was slightly surprised.

Could it be that he is so ruffian that he doesn't seem to fit in with the bookstore?

When he was found, he coughed softly, threw away his paper towel, casually followed a book on the shelf, picked up the tray with one hand and walked past.

"Dong", he put down the tray with some force, spilled some coffee on it, and the water shook violently.

Could it be that cohabiting Gao Linxia looked at them, looking a little proud.

He remembered that the last time he caught them together was in the subway station. Su Xiang didn't know him at that time.

Is it the same way: "Qi Er Shao, do you mind if I sit down?"

Qi Lingyang's lips were hooked and smiled: "of course."

Could it be that Qi Lingyang sat down next to Qi Lingyang. Qi Lingyang took a look at the cheese cake, looked at it again, smiled and said, "I heard about the three little adventures a few days ago. How can I change someone now?"

Su Xiang also looked at the cake and looked at it curiously.

Could it be that they felt their ears were hot. After glancing at Su Xiang, they coughed and said, "can't I cultivate myself?"

Qi Lingyang gently pulled his lower lip, his eyes fell on the cover of the book, and his face was a little complicated: "three little, if you want to cultivate yourself, I suggest you read other books."

Su Xiang also looked at the book and silently looked away with his fingers against his nose.

What's the look? What's the matter?

Could it be that he didn't notice when he took the book? He almost lost his temper when he saw it.

There are three big characters "Jin Ping Mei" on the cover. Although this book is not a forbidden book, everyone knows that this book is the ancestor of that book.

Moreover, many people have probably read this book, and the pages are loose.

Which bastard put the book there!

Could it be that Tongxin cursed with great fire, but he was still confident on his face.

"Isn't it just a book? I can read whatever I like."

He also glanced at Qi Lingyang's book.

Three bodies.

What? Why don't you look at the fruit body.

Qi Lingyang smiled, opened his book and said, "whatever you want."

Then he calmed down and read the book.

Could it be that he looked at the man and opened the page, but his mind was not reading at all. He looked at Qi Lingyang with one eye and Su Xiang with another, feeling uncomfortable like a centipede.

He glanced at Su Xiang. Hehe, there was a smile just now. He was silent when he came. What did he pretend to be.

Su Xiang certainly remembers that Fu Hanchuan has no feelings for her now. If she wants to see him often, she has to find a way by herself.

Mrs. Zhuoya listened to Chang Yan's answer, her eyes flashed slightly, sent a small piece of beef to the entrance and chewed it. "This steak tastes really good. Please have a taste of it in the future."

Chang Yan pursed her lips and smiled, bowed her head and cut her share.

At this time, Mrs. Zhuoya said, "I don't know what Miss Chang thinks of Hanchuan?"

When she was at school, Chang Yan was often confessed by boys, but when asked so frankly by an elder, she was still not used to it. She blushed and squeezed the knife and fork in her hand.

But she knows that this question is very important to her.

"I... I..."

"How are you?"

In fact, Chang Yan's initiative has revealed her meaning. Mrs. Zhuoya's question is not unnecessary, but making a final evaluation.

Assess her determination to sit on Mrs. Fu's throne.

Chang Yan is a charming young lady with thin skin, but she knows her son best. Fu Hanchuan has a cold personality and a cheeky mute. Miss Chang can't help but blow. No matter how she helps.

Just when Chang Yan was cruel and wanted to say that she liked Fu Hanchuan, a low male voice suddenly appeared on her side.

"Mrs. Zhuoya, what a coincidence."

Could it be that Tong came out of the bookstore and casually found a restaurant for dinner. When he followed the waiter in, he saw Mrs. Zhuoya sitting and a girl he had never seen before.

Mrs. Zhuoya smiled at Murphy Tong and said, "Oh, right and wrong, how's your injury?"

Lu Weiqi's affairs made so much trouble that Mrs. Zhuoya of course knew whether it was the same injury, so she asked politely.

"Madam, you see me like this..." could it be that he casually copied his trouser bag with one hand and looked down at himself, "of course it's already good and alive."

He turned to the waiter waiting on the side and said, "there's no need to arrange another table. If you know someone here, add a seat."

Then he turned and looked at Mrs. Zhuoya: "I'm a little boring to eat alone. Won't your wife mind?"

He took another look at Chang Yan: "this beautiful lady, I don't think you will mind, oh?"

Chang Yan pulled her lips and gently shook her head.

With the same wave of his finger, he said to the waiter, "go."

The waiter pulled out a seat from the next table. Did he sit down with them and look at the same steak they ate: "Wow, you both eat the same. That must be the sign here. I want the same, medium rare."

Could it be that after ordering the waiter, he smiled at Chang Yan: "this beautiful lady, don't you know your name?"

The Mo family also has a certain position in Nancheng. In addition, he basically knows the big and small celebrities in Beicheng. And those who can have dinner with Mrs. Zhuoya must not be casual girls. They must have something to do with it.

It's strange that he hasn't seen the young lady in front of him.

Chang Yan said, "I'm Chang Yan."

Mo Feitong looked around and stretched out his hand across half the corner of the table: "Oh, it's Miss Chang. I'm Mo Feitong. Nice to meet you."

According to Fu Hanchuan, the Chang family in Beicheng also intends to compete for the prosperous Tang technology.

Chang Yan didn't like the man who suddenly came out and interrupted them, but she still stretched out her hand in etiquette. Could it be that she held her finger and pinched it frivolously. Chang Yan seemed to be burning and quickly retracted her hand.

Could it be that he slightly hooked up with the corners of his lips and scratched a disdain in his eyes.

At this level, do you still want to be Mrs. Fu?

His eyes turned slightly, and Yu Guang looked at Mrs. Zhuoya.

The two sat at the same table. It seemed that there was another one on Mrs. Fu's list.

Because of the same mess, Chang Yan's meal was dull and ended hastily.

As a man, he bought the bill. When he finally walked out of the restaurant, he looked at the colorful mall hall in front of him.

With his hands in his trouser pocket, he felt a small piece of paper and turned the square piece of paper with his fingers.

Little mute, Mrs. Fu's position is shaky

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