"Ye Lancheng, you really don't need to send me away. I promise that I will come back intact this time." An Zhisu raised his right hand and raised three fingers.
Ye Lancheng entered the cloakroom and ignored her assurance.
An Zhisu followed up shamelessly: "Ye Lancheng, did you hear me?"
Ye Lancheng opened the closet, picked out clothes, and continued to ignore her.
"Why don't you just say yes?" An Zhisu was frustrated and felt awkward.
"Yeah." Ye Lancheng gave her a generous response this time.
An Zhisu:......
"Want to see me change clothes?" Ye Lancheng chose a casual outfit and glanced sideways at her.
An Zhisu's mind suddenly flashed back to Ye Lancheng's appearance without clothes. His old face turned red instantly, he muttered something that no one wanted to see, and turned around to hide.
She ran back to the bedroom. An Zhisu's face was still a little red. She raised her hand and patted her cheek, cursing herself for being worthless. She blushed just thinking about it. It was really embarrassing. It's not like she had never seen red before.
, no future.
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An Boyuan asked An Zhisu to meet at a coffee shop near An's Group. An Zhisu was afraid that An Boyuan would see Ye Lancheng, so she asked him to park the car at the previous intersection and she could just walk there by herself.
"Put on your mask, I'll wait for you in the public parking lot opposite." Ye Lancheng said.
An Zhisu said: "No need, I'll just take a taxi back later."
Ye Lancheng did not answer, but drove the car directly to the parking lot opposite, telling her his answer with practical actions.
An Zhisu:......
An Zhisu walked helplessly towards the coffee shop. After passing an intersection, she saw the coffee shop that An Boyuan mentioned on the phone. Before she entered, she saw An Boyuan and An Zhisu's footsteps through the transparent glass.
After a pause, she counted the time and realized that she hadn't seen An Boyuan for a month. She would be lying if she said she didn't want to see her. After all, he was her biological father, the father who treated her like a treasure when she was a child. But after meeting An Zhisu, An Zhisu became confused again.
I can't forgive him. Every meeting ends unpleasantly.
, gradually I would rather disappear.
An Boyuan also saw his daughter through the glass window. A loving smile appeared on his old face and he waved to her.
An Zhisu let out a breath and walked into the coffee shop.
There was heating in the coffee shop, and it felt much warmer as soon as he entered. An Zhisu took off his mask and sat opposite An Boyuan.
"Zhisu." An Boyuan was a little excited to see his daughter again after a month.
"Do you have a problem with me?" An Zhisu took off the scarf around his neck with a calm expression.
An Boyuan's pupils shrank: "Zhisu, what's wrong with your neck?"
"What? Didn't Yang Xi tell you?" An Zhisu touched her neck. She couldn't feel the pinch mark. She just saw it when she looked in the mirror. It was a little scary. After one night, it was better.
few.
An Boyuan shook his head, very concerned and also very angry: "Who pinched me?"
"Do you believe me when I say Yang Xi?" An Zhisu asked without answering.
An Boyuan choked.
"You don't believe anything I say, so why are you asking me?" An Zhisu's lips raised a hint of sarcasm, not sure if he was mocking himself or the father opposite him.
"No, Zhisu, dad didn't disbelieve you. Are you feeling better now? Are there any other injuries on your body?" An Boyuan explained quickly, his tone was a little cautious, as if he was afraid of making An Zhisu angry.
An Zhisu felt sourness in her heart. She tried her best to suppress the sourness and said in a cold tone: "The fact that I can sit here means that I am fine. If you have anything to say, just tell me directly. There is no need to beat around the bush."
An Boyuan looked embarrassed and found it difficult to say anything.
An Zhisu didn't say anything, and the waiter brought her coffee, which An Boyuan had ordered for her before, a cup of cappuccino, her old favorite.
"Sorry, I don't drink cappuccino, please change me to a caramel latte." An Zhisu said directly without waiting for the waiter to put down the coffee cup.
The waiter paused for a moment, and An Boyuan also raised his head.
"I stopped drinking cappuccino a long time ago." An Zhisu said this to An Boyuan.
An Boyuan's face became even more embarrassed and he said to the waiter: "Please change her drink."
The waiter smiled slightly and took the cappuccino away again.
An Boyuan wanted to ask An Zhisu when he changed his taste, but he swallowed the words again. He found that he had not understood his daughter's preferences for a long time. During the five years she was in the hospital, he almost never visited her.
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In the past, An Zhisu liked to drink cappuccino because she often stayed up late drawing designs and making clothes, and drank some strong coffee to refresh herself, but she couldn't drink anything too strong, so she chose a compromise cappuccino.
Later, An Zhisu stopped drinking cappuccino because she thought it was too bitter. The days of being trapped in a mental hospital were already very bitter. She gradually started to like drinking and eating sweet things. Even if they were not sweet, she would not drink cappuccino.
In my heart, it can at least make my mouth less bitter.
Of course, An Boyuan didn't know anything about these things. In his eyes, An Zhisu was a mentally ill person. She embarrassed him, and he threw her into a mental hospital, hoping that everyone would forget that he still had a disease.
Such a daughter.
In the past five years, An Zhisu has thought about all the reasons, but after thinking about it, she is still unwilling to accept it. Because she is unwilling to accept it, she cannot face An Boyuan calmly. Because she is unwilling to accept it, she feels heartache.
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The waiter brought another cup of caramel latte with a smiling flower on it. The smile was very sweet and made people feel good at the sight. An Zhisu couldn't bear to disturb the smiling face, so he just picked up the iron straw and inserted it into the bottom of the cup.
, took a sip from below.
The sweetness of caramel fills the mouth, just like flowers blooming in spring. A breeze blows into the tip of the nose inadvertently, which always makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally.
An Zhisu's bitter mood was diluted by the sweetness of the caramel, and it no longer seemed so sour. She drank several more sips before she stopped, raised her eyes and looked at An Boyuan: "Are you okay?"
An Boyuan was a little stunned. He really didn't know when An Zhisu started to like sweets. From the memories he could recall, his daughter didn't like sweets very much.
"If it's okay, I'll leave first. I still have things to do." Seeing that he didn't speak, An Zhisu put down the straw and was about to get up.
"Zhisu." An Boyuan hurriedly stopped her and said unspeakably: "Dad does have something he wants to discuss with you."
An Zhisu sneered in his heart, but there was not much emotion on his face. He said calmly: "You said it." An Boyuan organized his words and said in a language that An Zhisu could accept as much as possible: "What happened between you and Yang Xi?
Dad already knows this. Yang Xi did something wrong. She was also punished. She was imprisoned for nearly a day and night, and was accused of taking drugs. Her reputation was ruined. If you still don’t feel relieved, then Dad will punish her again.
Give her half a year's salary, or demote her. No matter how you want to vent your anger, dad will support you. Can we resolve this matter privately?"