Cheng Weiting came to the balcony. The sky was full of stars outside, and occasionally there was the sound of vehicles passing by on the street. The city had entered a sleepy night.
Cheng Weiting It's a little cold, and it's the autumn season again.
Cheng Weiting can't get rid of Xiao Zhao's shadow.
This boy named Zhao Weiguang has everything she wants.
Young, handsome, enthusiastic, considerate and a little domineering.
She was also afraid that Xiao Zhao would think that she was a rotten woman who was flirtatious and flirtatious...
It had been more than half a year since the divorce, and she felt that she had not yet gotten out of the shadow cast by her husband. But precisely because of Zhao Weiguang, she felt that the shadow had been obscured by the sun, and now the pain was showing up again.
Facing Zhao Weiguang, who was still a child, guilt gradually surged up like a tide.
She couldn't remember how they got together, and the memories made her feel a little uncomfortable.
All kinds of details were swirling in her mind without missing a beat, fear was like a flood, but she was also full of passion...
They poured down overwhelmingly, as if they were going to drown everything and destroy the world in an instant.
Cheng Weiting, like Sang Xiaoyu, stayed up all night.
One is hurt by love, and the other is desperate for the future of the factory.
Cheng Weiting avoided Zhao Weiguang the next day.
Even if he sent an earnest look, Cheng Weiting seemed not to see it. Finally, it was time to get off work, and Zhao Weiguang came back to see Sang Xiaoyu. He once said that he was worried about Sang Xiaoyu after such a big thing happened in the factory.
Drive yourself.
At that time, Cheng Weiting also said that he was careful and considerate.
Seeing Xiao Zhao driving away, Cheng Weiting hurriedly packed up and ran away. She was afraid that Zhao Weiguang would come back soon.
When she returned home, she was still at a loss. She held her phone close to her chest, fearing that she would miss any message from Xiao Zhao.
It's seven o'clock, no.
It's eight o'clock and still nothing.
Cheng Weiting felt like she was a trapped beast at home, so she decided to go out for a walk. Her mind was like a mess, and she kept trying to sort it out.
The sky is full of stars outside, and the community is unusually quiet.
Cheng Weiting put on her clothes and walked out of the gate of the community.
As soon as she walked out of the gate of the community, she heard someone calling her: "Tingting!"
Oh my God, it turned out to be Xiao Zhao!
Xiao Zhao walked out of the shadows, and the moonlight made his face pale and pale. Others looked at him like a wandering ghost, full of grievances.
"Where are you going? Do you know that I stood here for several hours last night..."
Cheng Weiting was heartbroken, but she still said with a cold face: "What are you doing standing here? Is it a joke to drive every day? Director Sang is no longer in good condition, do you want to do the same?"
"Do you still care about me?"
Cheng Weiting didn't know what to say for a moment: "This is not a matter of concern or indifference."
Xiao Zhao stepped forward and held her hand tightly and said, "Can you make me give up? No matter it is good or bad, I just want to know your heart."
Cheng Weiting was shocked. She felt the coldness of Xiao Zhao's hands, and a tenderness suddenly rose in her heart. However, she still tried her best to stay calm and said, "Can we have a frank talk and explain clearly whether it's good or bad?"
Xiao Zhao looked at him and nodded seriously.
Cheng Weiting was in front and Xiao Zhao was behind. They entered the door one after the other.
According to Cheng Weiting's plan, she wanted to explain to him that although they had physical intimacy, love and marriage were far more than that.
After entering the room, Cheng Weiting followed her two-day draft and said: "Zhao, I don't admit that we are just playing casually. I put my heart into it, but my heart is not enough.
You are ten years younger than me. Don't be so simple and idealistic. We don't live in Tao Yuanming's paradise. We live in a worldly perspective and are subject to various rules and regulations.
Not only do we have to abide by the law, but we also have to make a lot of moral judgments.
Meilanjiang is not even a third-tier city. If we are really together, how can we do whatever we want?
We may all face the tragic consequences of betrayal and separation..."
Cheng Weiting felt that what she said was sincere, but looking at Xiao Zhao, she seemed not to have listened to a word, and looked at her seductively...
"Did you listen?" Cheng Weiting asked.
Xiao Zhao didn't follow the routine at all. He nodded and picked her up impatiently. Cheng Weiting struggled to resist at first, but in the end she returned to her old ways...
When Xiao Zhao went out in high spirits the next day, they had hardly agreed on anything last night, but what Xiao Zhao said in her ears kept ringing in Cheng Weiting's heart.
"I am a moth, and I am willing to become ashes for love..."
Cheng Weiting also accepted it and just went with the flow, taking it one day at a time...
Cheng Weiting feels quite comfortable here at Sang Xiaoyu.
She originally liked to heal her wounds in silence, and her identity as a warehouse manager allowed her to hide there.
The people she usually interacts with the most are the production workers.
When Cheng Weiting first arrived, some people bullied her because she was a newcomer and threw the spice box at the entrance of the warehouse.
Cheng Weiting asked them to push her directly inside more than once, but there was only one person who refused to listen to her. Cheng Weiting had nothing to do with this person.
She had no choice but to push the box in every day when she had nothing to do.
She didn't want to tell Sang Xiaoyu, so she felt like she had to do this little thing herself.
Another person with whom I have particularly frequent contact is Zhao Weiguang.
Zhao Weiguang was Sang Xiaoyu's personal driver and one of the transportation personnel. When Sang Xiaoyu was free, he would come to pull goods. The two had a pretty good relationship.
When Zhao Weiguang saw someone leaving the box at the door, he ran to the production workshop and reprimanded the worker, saying that he would not tolerate him if he dared to do this again.
That man was also quite afraid of Zhao Weiguang and knew that he was Sang Xiaoyu's celebrity.
It's fine during the day, but at night before get off work, I find that Xiao Zhao is not there, and sometimes I fall into my old habit of pushing the materials to the door and leaving.
Cheng Weiting had nothing to do with this lazy man, and she didn't dare to tell Xiao Zhao, so she pushed it in herself.
On this day, when Zhao Weiguang came back from carrying goods, Sang Xiaoyu had already gone home. He stopped the car and came to the warehouse again by accident.
He found Cheng Weiting struggling to push the box into the warehouse by herself, so he quickly closed the car and knocked on the door.
Zhao Weiguang asked Cheng Weiting to take a rest quickly and do the rest by herself. Cheng Weiting resisted for a long time and asked Zhao Weiguang not to worry about it. It was not a big deal, there were only about twenty boxes.
Zhao Weiguang said don't worry about it. You are new here and they know how to bully newcomers.
Cheng Weiting had long separated a small room in a wide area of the warehouse with things and installed a single bed. She was too far from home, and sometimes the time for workers to enter the warehouse could not be guaranteed.