"You have such a big idea." Mo Fan couldn't make a joke. He said, "It's a pity not to write novels."
Han Jiamei smiled and directly connected Bluetooth, "Play a song for you." He would not be bored in driving and think she was a burden.
After a while, Wang Feng's singing drifted in the air—
"On the way I arrived, I was still the moon lying at the end of the road, with the Beatles on the radio..."
Han Jiamei leaned on the back of the chair, closed her eyes and sang, "But where are you sleeping beside me? The person I miss, the world often says that time will make love obscure and become blurred and
broken."
Her voice is very good and she sings with emotion.
Mo Fan drove the car seriously, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The road conditions ahead were not very good. Listen to her and Wang Feng sing together.
"I thought you like dj." A melody ended, Mo Fan said.
"Ah?" She opened her eyes, "Why?"
"Character," Mo Fan said, "You can also see some things in your dress. Don't you like street dance?"
"If you like to wear trendy styles, it doesn't mean you like dj." Han Jiamei was happy to share with him, "You all only come into contact with my surface and don't know me. Do you know what my personality is?"
"That's right, after all, we don't meet many times." Mo Fan looked like a big brother.
"It's okay." The girl turned her eyes to look at him, "There will be more times in the future, and she will even meet every day!"
She is talking about going to work?
Mo Fan's lips raised, "You can't be so arrogant every day when you go to work in Jing."
"Am I open-minded?" She frowned and looked at herself, "Is that okay? Where did I open-minded?"
"At least you can't keep a lollipop often, and dress more formally." Mo Fan reminded her, "If you still have hair, don't wear a dreadlock, it's like a rainbow."
"You really don't know how to appreciate it." Han Jiamei couldn't help but complain about him, "Jingting is almost 40 years old, he can accept this kind of culture. Is your thoughts too traditional, right?"
Mo Fan stopped talking. He drove the car seriously, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Anyway, I'll listen to my boss." The girl unscrewed the lid of the banana milk and took a mouthful into her throat. "Do you live by the beach? The pipe is a bit wide!"
The rich fragrance filled the air and floated into Mo Fan's nose.
Mo Fan asked her, "Do you like drinking this too?"
"I only drink this one from their drink," Han Jiamei told him.
Mo Fan raised his lips lightly, "What a coincidence, so do I."
She didn't respond, leaned into the back of the chair, listening to the singing mixed with the sound of rain outside the window.
"I smell the smell of early spring, the fresh fragrance of childhood dreams, and the bitterness of longing. Looking back at the vast autumn rain in the distance, my beloved, many years ago, did you still remember my thoughts?
The sorrow and struggle…”
After singing a few more lines, Han Jiamei said to him, "I am very picky about listening to music. The lyrics are the first choice, and then the singer's singing skills and the artistic conception this song can bring to me."
This is the first time Mo Fan listened to this song, and he also felt it was very good.
When it comes to listening to music, this girl is very similar to him.
Su Lingling came to Yumengxi, and she prepared a small umbrella, so she was not soaked.
The rain tonight was very similar to the day Murong Yunhai and Chu Yuxuan broke up, and it was like a hole in the sky.
After losing the fingerprint lock, she entered the room and found that Yu Mengxi was not there.
The room was a little messy. I put down the bread and drinks I bought for her, and Su Lingling directly helped her clean up.
Wash what should be washed, throw away what should be thrown, and collect what should be collected.
Then I opened the refrigerator, recorded the missing ingredients in the notebook, and planned to make up for her when the rain stopped.
After working hard for about an hour, the doorbell rang.
Su Lingling didn't think much about it. She thought it was Yu Mengxi who was back and opened the door directly. "Sister Mengxi!" The smile on her face froze slightly.
Five strange men stood outside the gate.
When Su Lingling was about to close the door, it was too late.
Two of them raised their hands to block the door and pushed back vigorously.
Su Lingling was no match for them, so she was forced to lean aside and had to watch them walk in.