On this day, Jiang Chunhui called Sang Xiaoyu at the airport and asked her to pick him up, saying that he had something to discuss with her. Sang Xiaoyu explained a few words and took a taxi to the airport.
Zhao Chunling knew that she was going to see Jiang Chunhui and kept asking her to tell this man everything.
Sang Xiaoyu said that she knew what was going on.
When Jiang Chunhui came out of the gate, Sang Xiaoyu's eyes lit up. The handsome man was full of charm, and his sunshine-like smile touched people's hearts.
Sang Xiaoyu felt a little dazed for a moment, and a warmth rushed into her heart.
She stepped forward and took the suitcase from his hand and said, "Why is your luggage so light? What's in it?"
Jiang Chunhui smiled but didn't answer. The faint smell of perfume floated out vaguely. It was Sang Xiaoyu's favorite perfume. She thought hard for a long time, but she couldn't remember the brand of perfume.
Jiang Chunhui looked Sang Xiaoyu up and down, saying that she is really beautiful, so beautiful, you are like a magnet, firmly attracting my attention...
Sang Xiaoyu cursed lightly: "Stop being poor."
The two left the terminal together.
Jiang Chunhui's car was parked on the parking lot of the airport. He drove and asked her how she was doing? Why didn't she look so good? Was there something wrong with her health again?
Sang Xiaoyu said that everything was fine with her and asked him why he asked her to pick him up. She said that she was still busy with many things.
Jiang Chunhui said that the way of civil and military affairs should be relaxed, not tense. Now is the time to slow down.
Sang Xiaoyu asked him where he was going now, and Jiang Chunhui said mysteriously: "You'll know when you get there."
Jiang Chunhui was in a good mood. Sang Xiaoyu asked him why he was so happy?
Jiang Chunhui said that he had negotiated a big deal, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly.
Sang Xiaoyu asked curiously, how much?
Jiang Chunhui laughed and said: Tens of millions.
Sang Xiaoyu immediately stopped talking. It was difficult for her to earn several thousand yuan.
Jiang Chunhui turned on the stereo, and cheerful music came from it. He held the steering wheel with one hand and beat the rhythm with the other, looking very much enjoying himself.
At an intersection waiting for a red light, he turned off the music and said, "I want to teach you how to drive. If you don't know how, it will be too inconvenient in the future."
Sang Xiaoyu shook her head and said: "No, I am blind on the road. When I become a rich man, I will take a taxi even when I cross the road!"
After saying that, he laughed silently.
Jiang Chunhui said: "If you can't take a taxi, it's more convenient to drive yourself. That's it. You will take the driver's license test next month. I know people. As long as you study hard, you will have no problem."
Sang Xiaoyu didn't want to discuss driving with him. The top priority was to pay off the debt before her body collapsed.
The car came to a community and stopped. Sang Xiaoyu looked at the door saying Building No. 18, Longhua Community.
Jiang Chunhui was walking in front, and Sang Xiaoyu followed closely. Entering the elevator, Jiang Chunhui pressed nineteen, turned around and winked at her, which seemed to mean are you afraid? Come with me!
There were only two of them in the elevator. Sang Xiaoyu looked at him and thought, he was like a child who had not grown up. She did not dare to ask him where this place was.
I have been in contact with Jiang Chunhui for a long time and know what he is like. If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s useless for you to ask.
On the 19th floor, Jiang Chunhui opened a door with a key and let Sang Xiaoyu in.
The house is not very big, but it has been renovated a long time ago and has all the furniture and electrical appliances.
Jiang Chunhui took off his clothes as if he were at home, hung them on the hangers, put the keys on the coffee table, sat on the sofa and let Sang Xiaoyu sit opposite him.
He casually took out another key and said, "I heard that you often live in the store. It's too inconvenient and not good for your health. Just live here."
Sang Xiaoyu was at a loss and looked at him blankly.
Jiang Chunhui clapped his hands and laughed and said, "What? You don't recognize me anymore?"
Then he said word by word: "I am Jiang Chunhui, your best friend!"
His words made Sang Xiaoyu amused. She said: "After meeting you again, I often pinch myself and feel that my current life is not real at all."
Jiang Chunhui said with a straight face: "All of this should have been yours. What surprises you." After saying that, he stood up, took out two exquisite small boxes from his bag, and said, "This is mine.
This is a gift for you, open it and take a look."
Sang Xiaoyu took a long breath and said, "No, Chunhui, I just want to make some money now and don't want to think about anything else."
Jiang Chunhui said disapprovingly: "What is this? It's just a small episode in life. Aren't you on the way to pay back the money now? Don't ignore the scenery along the way."
Sang Xiaoyu thought to herself, that is your life and has nothing to do with me.
"Why not? It's closely related." Jiang Chunhui seemed to understand what she wanted to say.
Sang Xiaoyu also felt that this was a good opportunity and she had something to say.
So, she said seriously: "Chunhui, I have always been grateful to you, and now... I want to ask you for something."
Jiang Chunhui's hand holding the small gift box was still stretched out in the air. After hearing her request for herself, Jiang Chunhui immediately put down the small box and said, "As long as I can do it, you say."
This was the first time Sang Xiaoyu begged him. Countless scenes appeared in his mind, all of which seemed to be related to money.
Sang Xiaoyu said: "You have great powers, can you help me find Cheng Weize."
Jiang Chunhui immediately took his hand back, and the bright and joyful expression on his face dimmed, and asked, "Why are you still thinking about him?"
Sang Xiaoyu shook his head and said: "It's not what you think. He is the father of my son, and my health... is not very good either. I want to find him, and I feel at ease."
"What's wrong with you? If you're sick, we'll treat you."
Sang Xiaoyu smiled bitterly and said: "It's nothing serious, it's just... I just feel that my son misses his father too much. It has been more than three years since he left. No matter good or bad, I want to know how he is now..."
Jiang Chunhui has never been a good-tempered person. On the surface, he is gentle and courteous, which is his trademark for others to see when doing business.
He stood up and said, "Is it my son who misses his father, or do you miss your husband?"
Sang Xiaoyu's heart became heavier little by little. She didn't understand how such a colorful man could be jealous of her attitude towards her husband. She felt that they couldn't communicate with each other, so she calmly said: "Forget it, I will find a way myself."
Find it."
Jiang Chunhui couldn't hide his inner dissatisfaction. A bleak smile flashed across his face and he asked: "What's so good about him? Such a big thing happened to you. Not only did he not stay with you, he also escaped. What about you? Still
Infatuation never changes.
You don’t need to tell me what I do to you, right? If you didn’t treat me... I wouldn’t look for him. Such a man deserves it even if he dies outside."
Sang Xiaoyu was speechless. She accepted her fate now more than ever. She was born to experience all the suffering in the world. Even if there were happy moments, they were just fireworks in the wind, passing by in an instant.