"Because your mother is on it, I think you will also be interested; Oh, by the way, I remind you to look carefully at the date that the photo was taken. Think about it, if Aunt Yan saw that her son brought it back
My girlfriend turns out to be the daughter of a woman who once had an affair with her husband. I wonder what she would think?"
On the old paper photo, there is printed the date of shooting that is unique to that kind of shooting method; it was exactly one year before he was born. Qin Xiaoman suddenly felt drowsy. Unconsciously, the phone had been put back on the base, but the person was standing there.
Without realizing it, I sat back in the chair again.
What Jiang Lianzhi said on the phone, how she felt about it, is simply not worth mentioning in the face of such facts. Should we thank her? Thank her for only finding out this level; and not knowing more?
It was already dusk when I walked out of the wine room cuddling up with an unknown charming girl; the woman next to me was strange but emotional. People are so different. The woman who was familiar to her bones wanted her to be completely indifferent in such complexity.
Approaching without hesitation may be a lifelong wishful thinking.
"Where are we going? I'm going to drive." The slightly drunken voice was sweet and addictive.
"Take my car." Yan Zisong did not stop and walked straight to the parking lot.
Driving slowly under the colorful neon lights was just like his difficult state of mind. Sure enough, it was the same everywhere. Both sides of the professionally laid out streets were filled with liquor and nightclubs. The young faces that showed off their time was exactly the same.
As he was traveling, a sudden noise on the roadside caught his attention. Several passionate young people chased each other along the sidewalk. The streets that never sleep and the anger of young people are played out the same way almost every night. The scenes on the road are similar.
Pedestrians quickly dodged away, and their sight, which was an accidental glance, suddenly fell on a petite figure.
A girl wearing a work uniform, with a banner of a certain beer brand hanging on her shoulder, hurried on her way. Maybe she was late for work, or she was in a hurry to get off work, and she was suddenly unaware of the danger approaching quickly behind her. Yan Zi
Song couldn't explain why, but he gradually slowed down the car and looked at her thoughtfully.
Sure enough, in the chase, the young man who was in a hurry bumped into the beer girl, and the handbag was thrown far away by the sudden impact. The crowd quickly crossed the barrier, and in another moment, only the girl was left on the roadside, holding her knees and standing on tiptoe.
I left my feet to look for my bag.
The car stopped suddenly, and Yan Zisong suddenly felt extremely bad.
"Get out of the car." A cold voice that was completely different from the blurred eyes a moment ago came out of the man's mouth without mercy.
"What's wrong?" The woman leaning next to him couldn't help but straighten her body slightly, staring with some confusion and embarrassment.
"Get out of the car!" Yan Zisong was no longer patient and reached out his hand to open the passenger door.
Behind him, the sound of stomping on high heels and gnashing teeth gradually faded away, and the man driving the car couldn't help but curse himself a hundred times in his heart.
All rational thinking was rejected from his mind. Yan Zisong almost became angry and abandoned all the thoughts in his heart. Only her was left in front of her under the dim and messy neon lights, holding the musical instrument box in her arms, pitifully.