"You...can you speak?" She pointed at the man in the wheelchair, and she couldn't believe her ears. This was what he said just now.
The man picked up his drawing, pushed the wheelchair and was about to leave. Yu Xinduo stood up suddenly, her little self-esteem was hurt, "You lied to me, you lied to me that I am mute," her face was angry.
Her heart swelled up, this was not a liar, but a liar. He deceived her into not speaking, and made her think that he couldn't hear her. She told him so many secrets, and if he told them, she would be completely embarrassed.
The man in the wheelchair stopped, then turned around and stared at her coldly.
"I never said I couldn't speak, I was just too lazy to talk to someone, especially a woman like you who talks a lot,"
Yu Xinduo was really shocked. She pointed at herself and couldn't speak for a long time. He said she talked too much. Why did she talk so much? She only talked to him when she saw that he couldn't talk. If she encountered something unexpected,
Man, she didn't even bother to say a word about whether it was okay or not.
"Don't worry, I don't have the time to tell you about you." The man raised the corners of his beautiful lips again, and his long eyelashes were shaking in the wind. They were as beautiful as butterfly wings.
As a woman, Yu Xinduo was a little jealous. It was such a waste for a man to look like this. It would be great if this face was given to her.
By the way, what did he just say? Did he mean to keep her a secret? When she wanted to ask, she found that the man left in a wheelchair. She stared at his back strangely. The voice was so good.
Yeah, I don’t know if his legs are good, he just walks lazily.
She was thinking wildly, and she was confused as a result.
"Xinduo, come here to help," someone called her at the side, and she finally woke up from the fog. She patted her face again to calm herself down and stop thinking wildly.
"Okay, here we come," she happily ran over, picked up the broom and started sweeping, as if she were at home.
But in fact, she didn't even know how to pick up a rag at home.
"Stupid woman," far away, the man in the wheelchair turned his face and put his drawing on his lap. He propped up his face and narrowed his moon-like eyes slightly.
I don’t know what I’m thinking about,
Only his thin lips raised slightly. Occasionally, when he looked at the drawing on his lap, he would show a bit of sadness. He continued to push the wheelchair, and from time to time, people would look at him.
He may be feeling regretful or surprised, but his expression is still calm, and he slowly moves forward. Then a car stops beside him, the door opens, and there are already two men dressed in black.
After walking down, he stopped pushing the wheelchair. The two men in black had skillfully lifted the wheelchair. He sat motionless, closed the door, and quickly left here.
At this time, Yu Xinduo was still busy. She was simply not afraid of being dirty or tired. She had one intestine to the end. It was her who did it, not everything she did.
"I want to bring glory to Chen Jing, I want to be in magazines, and I want to show others that I don't just know how to spend money or cause trouble, I also do good things..." She kept thinking, every time
When she was too tired to walk, she would tell herself this, and then she would feel like she had countless courage.
Yan Chenjing picked up his briefcase and looked at his watch again. It was already this time and he was about to get off work.