C215

Heh, I wonder what trick Yin is trying to play.

Until now, I still didn't know where my weakness was, so I just let Yin Yijie break through the layers of defenses in my heart.

Of course, in less than a month, I will not have a guardian. When I grow up, my weaknesses will probably be even less.

Thus, no matter who it was that wanted to protect me, they would just ignore me.

Well, I guess I was right!

When he carried his backpack downstairs, Ran Hua wasn't so infatuated and persistent. In just a short while, he had disappeared.

How good it is, the bridge back to the road to the road, the road to the sky side of the road, the society is not quite harmonious.

After turning out of the school building, there were still many cars parked around the corner.

When school started, many parents would still come. Of course, this did not include guardians.

I'm going to be an adult soon. I'll take a book in this paper, and I'll take it.

Besides, my chauffeur is still waiting for me. See, I'm happier than most people.

"Nice makeup."

A person walked out from the diagonals, holding... Are you a rose of the old days? Why is it this thing again?

I took two steps back, sideways, around.

"This is Young Master Zheng's gift to you." "After a few days of Valentine's Day, it won't be convenient, so …"

The flower giver didn't have a smug smile on his face. Instead, he looked calm and collected.

He didn't intentionally carve words for others to listen to. It didn't matter if they liked it or not, they wouldn't be detestable.

Since I don't hate it, I don't hate it.

The car was parked not far ahead, so I went around and went home.

"Uh, I also have some small gifts. Please accept them, Miss Lin. This is the receipt form, I'll have to trouble you to sign it. "

The man took a step sideways, not quite in front of me, that is to say, he was only half in front of me; I only had to turn sideways to get through.

I didn't move sideways, I continued to circle around.

He moved to the side. What if he was drugged?

I won't guarantee that Yin Yijie will drive the van like crazy to save me this time, nor will I guarantee that he will have the means to deal with me before this.

"Uh, excuse me …" Are you Miss Dress? "

I looked at him and said nothing.

"The customer asked us to give the item to a young lady called Dressed up."

That person looked at me suspiciously and asked.

His attitude was still as calm as ever, not letting others like it, and not letting others directly dislike it.

However, whether he hated it or not didn't have much to do with me, so I didn't have any intention of ignoring him.

I don't care about your guests.

"Uh, no, to be more accurate, it should be …"

"I can't even control it myself."

He took a wrong step and walked away.

"Yo, such arrogance. "So many people are chasing after him."

It doesn't matter if I admit it or not. There are a lot of people who know me at school.

"She has nice makeup. I heard she has a lot of money tied up."

Someone kindly offered flowers.

Also a lot of people passed by indifferently, one look at the flower giver, one look at me, bland, no feeling of watching a play or despising.

I nodded to myself. That's good, that's right.

Not everyone cares about watching me in this world.

I don't think it's a big deal for so many people to suddenly send me flowers.

Nothing to do with love, nothing to do with warmth and wealth, from beginning to end, it was just a play.

As for who was the director, who was the actor, and who was willing to be the extras for free, it had nothing to do with me.

I only walk my own path.

When I got into the car, I leaned against the soft back of the chair, feeling more relaxed.

Really.

If you don't want to be a puppet, remember your feet and walk your own path.

Even if he was accidentally filmed as a background in a scenic spot, it would still be much better than being manipulated by others.

I don't know what Yin Yijie's thoughts and plans are, nor do I know the plans and arrangements for the Jade Gorge Ice.

I only know that this driver is not bad. I can safely get home.

I also know that my hand is holding a bag of dumplings, is my favorite big meat chestnut dumplings, isn't it, very happy?

To be targeted by others, even if it was just a few simple dumplings, wasn't that right? Was he really that happy?

I'm a little suspicious of why Liao Liang suddenly treats me so well.

Was it just because her mother had a job again? Her father's death was somehow connected to me.

I couldn't figure it out, but the dumpling she gave me wasn't poisonous, and I didn't think she would be patient enough to poison me with a chronic poison, as the novels say.

That was a story, something that might not happen every day. Maybe it's been too exciting these days. I'm crazy.

I always feel that people are good to me and are full of schemes!

Even though, I can't find the reason.

Because, I have never been to them, and I do not feel that I am a noble and great person, worthy of others to miss the New Year holiday visit.

He didn't know, so he didn't think about it.

Perhaps, I can think that I still have a peaceful but true friendship, just like someone quietly giving me an umbrella on the next street corner, saying:

"It's going to rain."

Yes, it was a cloudy day. I didn't know if it was going to rain or snow.

It was also very cold. Although the air conditioner in the car was on full blast, it was really cold outside. At the very least, he couldn't see very clearly outside the window.

From time to time, water spurted from the glass in front of the car, and the wiper shook.

People were hurrying along the road.

Although it was still the first month of the new year, he had already busied himself with everything else.

"Everyone, come in …" "Local Dang …"

The phone rang.

I took it out slowly.

Yes, no hurry.

There is no hurry in the world to find me, I believe.

When he opened it, he saw an unfamiliar phone number.

I don't need to worry.

He picked it up, put it to his ear, and made a sound of acknowledgment.

"Hello, hello! Is it a make-up? "

A male, er, regardless of today's neutral voice and sex change surgery.

Call it male.

I think a little Doha.

However, since he had nothing to do, he decided to go along with it.

I am a noble man, am I not?

"Hey, can you hear me? "I'm Zheng Yu Ren, Hello …"

I was in the middle of a YY rush, and the guy who was supposed to be male seemed a little unsure that I was on the phone.

Because the man was halfway through his introduction, he probably heard me breathe and spoke in Chinese.

Foreign language! Do you understand?

Although I didn't know what his foreign language meant, I did know that he wanted to talk to me. I replied with an "hmm" in reply.

"May I ask if you are Miss Costello? I'm Young Master Yu's friend. "Ugh …" Hello? "

Comrade Zheng Huairen, this funny joke seemed to make me feel a little guilty. He said that half of it had been cut off again, so why don't you give me some foreign language.

It really was a headache.

Erm, Young Master Yu's friend, should I bother with him?

But I'm listening to the phone, aren't I?

Perhaps my breathing conveyed the message that my existence was already listening to, Zheng Jing's interest was piqued and he continued with his monologue. Of course, if he didn't say what he wanted to say, he wouldn't be able to continue.

"Miss Mo, it's a pleasure to meet you. Uh, I wonder if there's time for me to come out and have a meal tonight? It will not affect your studies, it will. You study well, college student. I too... It didn't mean that. "I've admired you for a long time, and I want to make a friend. I wonder if you would have the honor?"

I don't feel like I have the slightest bit of honor, nor do I feel that my nobility is admirable enough to at most allow me to straighten my back and be a human being. My face is only so big that I can't reward anyone else.

The car was parked downstairs, and the driver didn't usually leave it in the basement garage because he'd be gone when he got me home.

However, this driver is probably the bodyguard that Jade Pot Ice had arranged for me. Every time, he would be able to send me home, enter the house, lock the door, and then leave.

Now that I was home, I didn't have time to make fun of others. I hung up the phone, followed him, and went home.

Home, what a happy word.

Our house was warm and cozy. Although it was a little less popular, it was definitely suitable for humans to live in.

The driver put his schoolbag on my shoe case, nodded, and left.

At home, the women and the women had left.

I'm alone, and I don't have much to clean every day.

"In the kitchen, a fragrant smell assaulted the nostrils, and the meal was ready." Home.

I cleaned up and changed my clothes.

In the dining room, there were two different dishes, one meat and one vegetables, one soup and a little heart, served with rice.

The food made by the woman was very delicious, and the taste was perfect.

I heated two dumplings and sat alone at the big table. The switch was on under the table, and the food was still hot in the middle of the table.

Zongzi, is salty meat chestnut, blood glutinous rice, white glutinous rice, very fragrant ah.

With a bite, his mouth was filled with happiness.

Really.

Although from the point of view of having nothing, or from some other dialectical point of view, you are not happy when you are happy, I still feel quite happy, from the point of view of not having anything at all, perhaps I can try to prove it.

Heh …

One person has one person's happiness, two people have two people's happiness.

Accept, no matter how difficult is happiness, because the heart is calm; reject, the emperor is also sad, because of the heart.

Alone, how free, I swept away the four dishes and one soup, eat a bit full, ah! Why do I feel a little retarded?

Hehehe … He ate too much without paying attention, I, F * * k!

No one is hungry for me either, today ~ Looking carefully, I was scared to death. Let's not talk about two bowls of rice, even if there were four dishes, I would still be able to eat them.

Eating too much, I feel a lot of stomach too comfortable, give up washing dishes and pans, I, move to the balcony to breathe.

The phone rang. He took a look and saw that it was another unfamiliar phone call.

Well, I don't care.

In this world, there are only two people who need my attention, and no more than three at the most.

I don't think Yin Yijie would call me like this. He probably won't be comfortable, and Song University probably won't either.

Since that's the case, I'll just ignore it.

On the balcony, it was rather cold.

The window was open a crack and a cool breeze blew in.

The night was dark and deep.

It was dark.

In the air, there was a pressure that could not be clearly seen.

Street lamp, dim yellow.

The dark corners of the area were piled with unmelted snow. It was about a foot or two thick and pitch black, like a coal pile.

Here, or as a child, I have never seen snow that does not melt for five days.

This year, we can definitely add a small amount of ink to the city's history.

People in groups of two or three would pass by in a hurry, and the way home might not be always in a hurry.

The flowers on the balcony were still as green as ever. There weren't many of them, and they all looked pretty good in nine pots.

The tea flowers were still blooming. The place where I stood, the one who was as enchanting as the tea flowers and had red makeup, had disappeared.

I, stand in this position, but cannot replace his existence.

Also, they were unable to sense the remnants of his aura.

I don't know how long the mark he left will last.

I went in and got a coat and a book and I sat on the balcony.

This slightly cold feeling seemed to be able to clear his mind a little.

I needed a little clarity to sense my own existence. I needed to learn to fill in some gaps. I needed to strive for a warm, bright future for myself.

Don't want to say love, I, just want to retain a bit of their own color.

Learning to enrich oneself is a matter that takes up a lot of time and brain, but enrich, isn't that so?

Of course, if I had him to fill my stomach, I would feel much better.

An indescribable restlessness suddenly began to sprout and grow within this coldness.

F * * k! Although he could still understand a few difficult problems, half of his mind was really thinking about him.

I don't know if my brain is so good that a fuzzy math problem is a problem, or if something is wrong with my body, even in the cold...

Sweat, sweat, I...

Was it really spring?

As soon as my train of thought was interrupted, I realized that he had actually rushed into my mind like a tidal wave.

The brain was flooded, and the water was heavy.

Very obviously, my body soon got wet, and I … He stood up uneasily, packed his things, turned off the light and entered the house.

Heart palpitating, I feel like I ate the wrong medicine?

The phone rang.

The landline.

Relieved, I'll take a look.

"Hello, Miss Makeup …"

This man is so passionate.

Of course, it was also a presumption of being a man.

Me? Good.

I'm fine.

I whispered my thanks.

I'm not a hedgehog, there's no need to be covered in thorns, hah …

His arm leaned on the arm rest of the sofa, slightly raised, just right on top of his chest, his body immediately heated up again.

"Miss Mo, are you free tomorrow?" "I'll treat you to a meal. Do you know him?"

It's supposed to be easy for a man to speak bluntly. Do you know that I'm used to it? However, I also have another habit, which is to block out sound and hearing.

"Miss Mo, school hasn't started yet tomorrow …"

Presumably the man ignored my silence and continued.

Me, put down the phone, think about it, hang up or leave it? Just hang up, I'm afraid he'll call back.

He might as well leave it at that. If he were to call home comfortably, it would be very likely that his phone number would be busy.

This was truly a dilemma.

Do I need to yell at this presumptive man not to call me later or something? Or should I ask why?

That's right, there was always something strange going on.

Today, this group of people wanted to treat me to a meal, and even gave me a present, which was as clear as day: There's a demon!

Pour yourself a glass of brown sugar, lean back on the sofa, listen to the phone hiss, I'm thinking.

Ask, what can I ask? Why? I asked him. Are you sure he'll tell me? Should I investigate? Telephone monitoring? So what if they found out? It's time for the college entrance exam, so I'll change my job to an FBI intern first? It didn't seem necessary.

Just like he did in school, he knew when to advance and when to retreat.

Even his teacher let him go.

Probably even if I had gone to my uncle, I would have let him go anyway.

This had no practical effect, and could instead lead to him getting into trouble.

Well, I think so.

If it were to become too big, they would say that I was arrogant.

If it was just a small fight, it would be like a clown picked by them to go on stage and play with.

Or maybe I should just swallow my anger and wait for them to really offend me, or when I have time to do the test, would it be more reasonable for me to take care of this matter again?

Endure, Chinese scholars are very particular about patience, what ten-year cold window bitter, what lie down salary taste gall, what 30 years river east 30 years river west, I think very suitable for me.

Endure, endure the day when you don't have to be a clown, I will sing them another big play.