Wen Jing turned around and saw a strange girl asking him for help with slightly red cheeks.
"Taxis can't get in here. You go straight along this road. There is a bus stop at the intersection."
Wen Jing replied calmly.
His face is angular, his nose is high, his jawline is clean, and he wears a well-fitting white shirt with no wrinkles. The sun shines on him through the gaps in the leaves, leaving a faint halo.
"Oh, alright……"
The girl hesitated for a while, bit her lip, and said shyly:
"Um...can I ask your name?"
Wen Jing did not answer. This was not the first time that he had encountered such a thing.
"That, me, we met before! At Quetang Restaurant!"
Seeing that he had no impression of her, the girl hurriedly said:
"You helped me then, and I always wanted to thank you..."
Wen Jing thought for a while, but didn't think of anything.
He didn't care about anything, so how could he keep such a small thing in mind.
He nodded slightly towards the girl and then left.
The wind blew the leaves, making a rustling sound.
Just like Zhou Xiaozhu's state of mind at this time.
Zhou Xiaozhu looked at his cold and dusty back with slight obsession in his eyes.
I didn't expect to meet him again after so many days. Is this considered a kind of fate...
When Wen Jing returned home, she rolled up her sleeves and cleaned up for a while.
Sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, cleaning the glass, with a meticulous attitude, the floor was swept spotlessly.
This is a way of meditation for Wen Jing.
After that, I sat down and read for a while. The room was quiet, so the vibrating sound of my phone was obvious.
Wen Jing exhaled.
I already knew who sent it before I even read it.
For some reason, this little rabbit always likes to send him some random things lately, just like postcards sent home by pets who go out.
The quiet little rabbit suddenly turned into a chirping bird.
Even if he doesn't reply, he doesn't care and still chatters endlessly.
I clicked through it with my finger and saw a few photos.
One is her breakfast this morning, a cup of yogurt and cereal.
There is also a cry attached below: I have gained a little weight recently and I need to control my diet tt
fat?
Wen Jing thought of her slender and fragile body, and her thin arms made him worried that they might break accidentally.
Remembering Fang Lan's instructions to take good care of Mingyao, Wen Jing pursed her lips and sent her a message:
[Eat well. ]
A message quickly came back from the dialog box:
[Let’s eat together, we haven’t seen each other for several days. ]
Wen Jing: Let’s talk about it tonight.
Then Wen Jing slid her fingers up and unconsciously looked through the messages she had sent recently.
Wen Jing suddenly remembered something.
He had not yet prepared the gifts that he had promised to replenish Mingyao.
Seeing the girl's pitiful and lost look, Wen Jing frowned slightly.
He never breaks a promise.
So Wen Jing got up and put on her coat, preparing to go to the mall to buy gifts for Mingyao.
The apartment is strategically located, with a Guomao Mall nearby, covering a wide range of categories.
But Wen Jing was not good at buying gifts. When he was hesitating, a man put his arm on his shoulder.
Wen Jing subconsciously stopped his hand.
"It hurts... let go -"
The boy with grandma-grey hair screamed in pain, and Wen Jing released her strength.
He recognized it. This was his college roommate, Jiang Yixuan.
He is a rich second generation with a flamboyant personality.
Jiang Yixuan covered his arm with a hint of disbelief on his face:
"Damn, buddy, you've practiced, right?"
Wen Jing looked calm: "I'm sorry."
Jiang Yixuan looked at Wen Jing. He was born in a wealthy family and had been well-informed since childhood. When he saw Wen Jing for the first time, he felt that he was not an ordinary person.
Later I went back to check, and sure enough I found out that he had a very prominent background.
But he is extremely low-key in school, and few people know his true identity.
Wen Jing has an indifferent personality and usually lives outside the school. Jiang Yixuan couldn't find a chance to make friends with him.
Today when I was walking around the mall with my female companion, I ran into Wen Jing. He rushed forward to say hello in surprise, but he was grabbed hard by the other party.
Jiang Yixuan has an outgoing personality. He has been rock climbing, swimming, and surfing since he was a child. Later, he hired a coach to train boxing. He participated in amateur boxing competitions and won medals. His physical fitness is excellent. It is no exaggeration to say that he usually fights one-on-one. No problem.
But when Wen Jing grabbed his arm just now, he didn't use any force. His arm became numb, and then spread throughout his body. The pain came like a flood, and he couldn't move in an instant.
This skill is definitely not ordinary.
Jiang Yixuan became more interested in Wen Jing.
After calming down, Jiang Yixuan stepped forward again and asked very familiarly: "Are you here to buy something? I am very familiar with this place..."
He suddenly remembered that the female companion he had just met was still standing behind him, so he took out a card from his bag and handed it to her, saying, "I have something else to do, you can go shopping by yourself."
The female companion happily kissed him on the face, held the card and walked away on high heels.
Wen Jing didn't make any comments, her eyes wandered around the entire mall, thinking about what to give Mingyao.
"You want to buy something for someone else?" Jiang Yixuan saw some signs.
Wen Jing looked at him silently.
"Are you giving it to a woman?" Jiang Yixuan raised the corner of his mouth,
"I'm good at this! How old is the person you want to send?"
Wen Jing lowered his eyes and muttered: "You are about the same age as me."
Jiang Yixuan raised his eyebrows, isn't that his girlfriend? Or is it an ambiguous partner?
But instead of teasing her casually, he took Wen Jing into a jewelry store.
"Giving girls nothing more than bags and jewelry. If they are young, you can give them some exquisite and small bracelets, earrings, etc..."
Jiang Yixuan talked eloquently and was obviously very experienced.
The employees of the jewelry store saw two tall and long-legged young men entering the store.
One of them was dressed luxuriously, with fashion brands all over his body, and his hairstyle was very flamboyant. Although the boy walking next to him was simply dressed, he had an extraordinary temperament. He hurriedly smiled and stepped forward to serve.
He was originally going to help Wen Jing choose jewelry, but Jiang Yixuan lay down in front of the counter, took a fancy to a pretty good necklace, and asked the clerk to wrap it up for him. Prepare to go back and give it to your fiancée.
An order was sold so quickly, and the clerk showed a hint of joy on his face.
Wen Jing's eyes scanned the counter one by one.
Under the illumination of the lights in the store, every piece of jewelry reflects brilliant light, making it appear jewel-like and exquisite.
His eyes slowly stopped on a pair of bright red earrings.
The dazzling ruby was cut into an oval shape and surrounded by a small circle of sparkling diamonds.
In Wen Jing's mind, a pair of eyes that were always red and watery slowly appeared.
"Take this out, let me take a look." He stretched out his hand and tapped the counter gently, saying in a low voice.
The staff standing at the counter never moved.
Wen Jing couldn't help but look up.
The staff was looking at him blankly.
Wen Jing recognized this time that she was the girl who asked him for directions in the morning.
"What? You haven't chosen yet?"
Jiang Yixuan carried the packed bag and approached Wen Jing. He noticed something was wrong and raised his eyes to look at Zhou Xiaozhu.
Only then did Zhou Xiaozhu react, quickly put on gloves and took out the pair of earrings from the counter.
She has delicate features, a fair complexion, and her long hair is neatly tied up.
At this time, the cheeks are red and have a special charm.
Jiang Yixuan is a veteran in love. He has never been in love with women around him. Whenever he sees a good-looking girl, he wants to flirt with her.
"Miss, what do you call me?"
