I live at the entrance of the alley. Although it cannot be said that seventy-two tenants live together, there are five families living in the house with three floors above and below. In the public relations area on the ground floor, each family has a tacit agreement to separate a private area.
I treat it as my own kitchen. Fortunately, I have a good relationship with my neighbors. When I was a kid, every time I came home from school, I would sweetly call her "Grandma Zhang, Auntie Li" and I would always receive a lot of snacks.
Du Bin's home is a five-story blue-brick and black-tiled small building at the end of the alley facing the sky. I remember the first time I went to his home to play, I was lost in the 23 rooms. Not to mention
His house also has a fairly large patio with a grape trellis and a small flower bed. In summer, with green shade and the fragrance of gardenias, it was my favorite summer retreat in my childhood.
When I was in a daze, Du Bin quietly came up behind me, with a packaging bag in his hand: "Let's go back to school."
Walking out of the gate of No. 3 on the Bund, the humidity and heat outside came overwhelmingly, and the sun was a little dazzling. I couldn't help but stretched out my hand to cover the sun, but Du Bin faced the light without fear, his amber eyes becoming more and more transparent.
, like two transparent glass beads, I walked towards the other side of the road, the sharp horn sounded, and a car came quickly. I found that I stepped into the middle of the road, but the speed of the car did not slow down at all, and the green light on the sidewalk remained
It was on, and exclamations rang out from the crowd. I saw someone on the other side covered their face...
Dubin rushed over, hugged my body with one hand, and stretched out the other hand. The car was only an inch away from us. I buried my head in Dubin's arms, and Dubin's body felt like a hot spring.
The stove, separated by each other's clothes, still made me feel hot. I thought, my body was probably the same, because I smelled the smell of death, which made my adrenaline spike!
The car hit my feet, and if the tires were any further forward, they would run over my feet and run over us!
My heart lifted up and I hugged Dubin's body hard, but nothing happened as expected. The car's speed disappeared. It left a long brake mark on the ground and then stopped. I looked up and looked
At this scene, the driver was dumbfounded. Du Bin put his outstretched hand on the front cover of the car. There were people on both sides of the road, and they were whispering. Du Bin was still in the mood to joke: "Oh no, everyone must be
Thought I was the one who made the car stop."
I regained my composure and replied angrily: "Yes, you are Superman."
The driver finally reacted, pushed open the door and stepped out. His legs were trembling, but he staggered over just a few steps away: "I'm sorry, there was something wrong with the car's brakes. I just couldn't stop it."
, are you okay?"
Dubin's hand was still on the hood of the car. When he moved his hand away, my eyes blurred and the things in front of me were blurry. When I regained my sight, Dubin was helping me up and picking up the things on the ground.
The bag contains the white off-shoulder skirt.
Du Bin said: "Since there is nothing wrong, we will leave first."
I was a little suspicious and looked at the front cover of the car. The silver panel on it was very smooth without any traces. I was so shocked that I laughed. Did I really think that Doberman had stopped the car?
Du Bin held my hand and crossed the road. The temperature of his body cooled down, and the burning sensation... disappeared. When Du Bin stopped, he patted his chest and said, "It's really dangerous. If you survive the catastrophe, you will have to die."
You will be blessed later."
"Dupin, I joined Times Entertainment." Just think of it as the so-called post-blessing.
Du Bin looked at me blankly, and then picked me up. My long black hair fell on his shoulders, and he held me around. Du Bin frowned and put me down: "Why?
So light?"
I could only laugh. Grandpa was a good cook and I ate a lot. Du Bin patted me on the shoulder vigorously: "Anyway, congratulations, Ruolan, for joining the company of your dreams."
Du Bin's cell phone rang, and I could hear the impatience on the other end of the phone. Du Bin's tone was calm and forceful: "Moral hazard is when someone controls your money but is irresponsible. For Du Group, moral hazard has always been
Zero, bull market or bear market will generate profits. Believe me, huge profits often require patience."
At this moment, he was the vice president of a financial company who was strategizing and decisive. I took a step back and allowed him to finish the call. The call was finally hung up, and Du Bin became my most kind and gentle friend again: "Go back to school?"