Qingzhi turned out of the alley, walked to a hidden bus stop at the intersection of the west side, and waited for bus No. 12 to go home.
Her house is not here, and she has to take 8 stops, but she really can't take Meng Jiefu's car with peace of mind.
Such progress exceeded her acceptance.
well.
She stood on the road, sighing silently with worries, thinking that she would never be alone in this life, right?
If grandma asks about her partner, how should she get in?
In fact, there are two main reasons for deciding to participate in this event.
On the one hand, she realized that there would be no resonance when she was thinking about it. On the other hand, her grandmother was looking forward to getting married as soon as possible.
Coupled with Zhao Ting and Zhou Qin's efforts to push, she drove the duck to the shelves and forced herself to do so.
Otherwise, people like her who are slow to warm up and socially terrified will not have the courage to have a fast-food blind date.
But after all, people with courage basically stay together and have a deep relationship with their husbands, so how could they fall into a blind date?
well.
She sighed secretly again and sighed with self-deprecatingly that there is a reason why all the employees in the office have their own horizontal bar after marriage.
When dealing with work problems, she can get a knife in her hand, but when facing feelings, she is just a little croaker, and she is not as good as the naughty boys who bravely say that love is written in love at work.
Qingzhi lowered her head and pondered and reflected on herself, silently decided that if she had dated next time, she must be more enthusiastic about Meng Jiefu. Moreover, if the other party mentioned the reason for the blind date, she should not react abnormally like being poked at the pain point.
Just as I was thinking, a black Audi parked across the street and honked the horn rhythmically.
At first, Qingzhi didn't pay attention and thought it was so vivid that it was until the phone rang.
Brother Mian Zhong on the screen instantly caught his eye, and Qingzhi's heart shook twice.
She shook her mind for a while, ten thousand thoughts flashed through her head, and she answered the phone half a beat.
Before she could speak, she heard a low voice over there asking: Are you at Mingshen Bus Station in Nancheng?
Even though the other party could not see him, Fu Qingzhi still nodded inertially and said softly, "Yes."
After nodding, he came from the confusion and came back to Qingming. How did he know his exact location?
She looked up in confusion, looked around, and saw the familiar car across the road through the traffic.
The other party’s car window is tightly closed.
Qingzhi bit his lips, hating why his heart beat uncontrollably.
Maybe he was watching himself in the car.
From near to far, imagine the sensational sight, the deep eyes, the impeccable facial contour.
Go aiming at her bull's eye like an arrow.
go home?He asked.
Qingzhi responded softly.
He said: Come here, I will take you.
Qingzhi's fingers holding the phone suddenly became hot. She walked forward, about to cross the zebra crossing at the intersection.
etc.Called her there, Qingzhi stopped her steps.
Jiang Mianzhong asked: Are you wearing high heels?
Qingzhi lowered her head, looked at the white stiletto heels at five centimeters under her feet, and said softly: Yes.
OK, don't move.Jiang Mianzhong said in a deep voice, I'll drive over.
So Qingzhi stopped and waited, his mind was drowsy for some reason, and he was a little dizzy when shining at noon sun.
A minute later, Jiang Mianzhong turned around, parked the car on the side of the road, and drove twice.
Qingzhi ran over in high heels, opened the car door and sat in the back seat.
Why did you come here?Jiang Mianzhong looked back at her and started the car. Didn’t he take the bus home from school?
Qingzhi would not lie in front of him, and subconsciously spoke: Well, a friend sent me to the nearby area.
Jiang Mianzhong pondered but did not answer.
Suddenly the call came over, and the caller ID was Mr. Zhao from Yarui Group. He put on Bluetooth headphones and answered.
Most of the time they were talking, and he responded to it, occasionally resolving the questions raised by the other party, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and he looked particularly professional.
Yes, Mr. Zhao, please contact us later.He hung up the phone and took off his headphones.
Qingzhi sat behind him and turned his head slightly, and saw him holding the steering wheel with one hand, his hand was white, clean, and his five fingers were slender.
She leaned against her soft backrest, a little absent-minded and imaginative.
Suddenly I remembered that I wrote an essay on the topic when I was a child, with the title "My Idol".
Her brother next door was written by Jiang Mianzhong.
The beginning is his beautiful hands, which are smooth but not feminine, like the pianist's hands.
This hand will answer the math test paper with full marks, hold the organ and play moving songs, and sprinkle the brush words that can hold the first place in the Affiliated High School in one hand as a template, and stick it in the publicity column at the entrance of the school gate, which is dazzling.
If he were my first idol, I wouldn't have a second god.
Qingzhi heard in a daze that the young and green self said to the six hundredth grid of the composition text.
……………………
Qingzhi's heart s: Why are you still here? I'm trying to beat my heart...
Her house is not here, and she has to take 8 stops, but she really can't take Meng Jiefu's car with peace of mind.
Such progress exceeded her acceptance.
well.
She stood on the road, sighing silently with worries, thinking that she would never be alone in this life, right?
If grandma asks about her partner, how should she get in?
In fact, there are two main reasons for deciding to participate in this event.
On the one hand, she realized that there would be no resonance when she was thinking about it. On the other hand, her grandmother was looking forward to getting married as soon as possible.
Coupled with Zhao Ting and Zhou Qin's efforts to push, she drove the duck to the shelves and forced herself to do so.
Otherwise, people like her who are slow to warm up and socially terrified will not have the courage to have a fast-food blind date.
But after all, people with courage basically stay together and have a deep relationship with their husbands, so how could they fall into a blind date?
well.
She sighed secretly again and sighed with self-deprecatingly that there is a reason why all the employees in the office have their own horizontal bar after marriage.
When dealing with work problems, she can get a knife in her hand, but when facing feelings, she is just a little croaker, and she is not as good as the naughty boys who bravely say that love is written in love at work.
Qingzhi lowered her head and pondered and reflected on herself, silently decided that if she had dated next time, she must be more enthusiastic about Meng Jiefu. Moreover, if the other party mentioned the reason for the blind date, she should not react abnormally like being poked at the pain point.
Just as I was thinking, a black Audi parked across the street and honked the horn rhythmically.
At first, Qingzhi didn't pay attention and thought it was so vivid that it was until the phone rang.
Brother Mian Zhong on the screen instantly caught his eye, and Qingzhi's heart shook twice.
She shook her mind for a while, ten thousand thoughts flashed through her head, and she answered the phone half a beat.
Before she could speak, she heard a low voice over there asking: Are you at Mingshen Bus Station in Nancheng?
Even though the other party could not see him, Fu Qingzhi still nodded inertially and said softly, "Yes."
After nodding, he came from the confusion and came back to Qingming. How did he know his exact location?
She looked up in confusion, looked around, and saw the familiar car across the road through the traffic.
The other party’s car window is tightly closed.
Qingzhi bit his lips, hating why his heart beat uncontrollably.
Maybe he was watching himself in the car.
From near to far, imagine the sensational sight, the deep eyes, the impeccable facial contour.
Go aiming at her bull's eye like an arrow.
go home?He asked.
Qingzhi responded softly.
He said: Come here, I will take you.
Qingzhi's fingers holding the phone suddenly became hot. She walked forward, about to cross the zebra crossing at the intersection.
etc.Called her there, Qingzhi stopped her steps.
Jiang Mianzhong asked: Are you wearing high heels?
Qingzhi lowered her head, looked at the white stiletto heels at five centimeters under her feet, and said softly: Yes.
OK, don't move.Jiang Mianzhong said in a deep voice, I'll drive over.
So Qingzhi stopped and waited, his mind was drowsy for some reason, and he was a little dizzy when shining at noon sun.
A minute later, Jiang Mianzhong turned around, parked the car on the side of the road, and drove twice.
Qingzhi ran over in high heels, opened the car door and sat in the back seat.
Why did you come here?Jiang Mianzhong looked back at her and started the car. Didn’t he take the bus home from school?
Qingzhi would not lie in front of him, and subconsciously spoke: Well, a friend sent me to the nearby area.
Jiang Mianzhong pondered but did not answer.
Suddenly the call came over, and the caller ID was Mr. Zhao from Yarui Group. He put on Bluetooth headphones and answered.
Most of the time they were talking, and he responded to it, occasionally resolving the questions raised by the other party, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and he looked particularly professional.
Yes, Mr. Zhao, please contact us later.He hung up the phone and took off his headphones.
Qingzhi sat behind him and turned his head slightly, and saw him holding the steering wheel with one hand, his hand was white, clean, and his five fingers were slender.
She leaned against her soft backrest, a little absent-minded and imaginative.
Suddenly I remembered that I wrote an essay on the topic when I was a child, with the title "My Idol".
Her brother next door was written by Jiang Mianzhong.
The beginning is his beautiful hands, which are smooth but not feminine, like the pianist's hands.
This hand will answer the math test paper with full marks, hold the organ and play moving songs, and sprinkle the brush words that can hold the first place in the Affiliated High School in one hand as a template, and stick it in the publicity column at the entrance of the school gate, which is dazzling.
If he were my first idol, I wouldn't have a second god.
Qingzhi heard in a daze that the young and green self said to the six hundredth grid of the composition text.
……………………
Qingzhi's heart s: Why are you still here? I'm trying to beat my heart...
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