The engagement is over, but the black-bellied president won't let go

"Sir, you may not be clear about our charges here, let me report to you. The table here costs 300 yuan, and ordering a meal per person costs 45 yuan. Now there is only one dish, Mu Shu Pork Slices. Sir, if you want to order, you need to order two portions, because there are two of you. If you don't order, then I will arrange for other diners to sit here, and you will give up your seat then..." The waiter introduced skillfully in fluent Northeastern dialect, and pointed to the dining instructions posted on the wall.

"We've already eaten. Are there any other desserts besides Mu Shu Pork Slices?" Wen Zijian frowned as he glanced at the greasy dishes on the next table.

"Sorry, no."

Wen Zijian's face looked a little grim: "...What about dried fruits? There must be some of these, right?" He saw two plates of dried fruits on the table in the distance.

The waiter shouted into the small kitchen, and a rough voice came out from inside: "No more!"

Wen Zijian rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, I'll buy the seat and give you the money. You don't have to serve the dishes." Wen Zijian took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to the waiter.

"I'm sorry, sir. This is a restaurant and we don't sell seats." The waiter shook his head and said seriously.

"Hahaha," Leng Ruofei couldn't hold it back any longer and laughed out loud, "Sorry, I'm really sorry, I couldn't help it."

Leng Ruofei covered his mouth with one hand and finally stopped himself. He looked at the waiter gently: "Then give us two dishes."

"Okay! Two servings of Mu Shu pork slices! Here's your change, sir." The waiter went to the next table to count the money.

Because he had praised Haikou before and said that people from the Northeast are all living Lei Fengs, Wen Zijian felt a little embarrassed because of this sentence.

"Zijian, the environment here is still better. There is plenty of seating and it's quiet." Leng Ruofei comforted him with a smile in the corner of his eyes. He was even happier when he saw Wen Zijian's rare grim face.

"Ruofei, I'm sorry to embarrass you. This place... maybe because there are so many people, there aren't many dishes. I didn't dine here often before, and I'm not very clear about the changed rules." Wen Zijian was not happy about it. He originally thought that he could bring Leng Ruofei to a better environment, but he didn't expect...

Wen Zijian was not happy about it. He originally thought he could bring Leng Ruofei to a better environment, but he didn't expect...

The dishes came. As expected, there were two greasy plates. Wen Zijian pushed the plate aside, but Leng Ruofei didn't care. She picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of black fungus to taste. It tasted good, but a little oily.

"Forget it, don't eat it!" Wen Zijian looked at her with a frown. He would rather not have this kind of comfort.

"Zijian, if you still consider me as a friend, don't be too nervous. I'm not a fairy from heaven. Is there anything I can't eat?" Leng Ruofei smiled and ate another piece of fungus.

Wen Zijian's eyes sparkled, and he also picked up the chopsticks and took a few bites...

At night, Leng Ruofei lay on the narrow bed, listening to the snoring from the next room, but it was very warm. I haven't experienced such a scene for many years, and it feels very familiar.

This real life experience made her feel the meaning of life and the power of living. In the dim light, she could still sense a burning gaze staring at her, coming from the upper bunk opposite her - Wen Zijian.

Leng Ruofei looked up and smiled at him. Wen Zijian also smiled at him.

Unable to sleep, I closed my eyes to rest, and before I knew it, I thought of Xiao Yiyang again. This man always appeared from time to time, catching people off guard.

She recalled every moment she had spent with him. Undoubtedly, that man was a very charming man. He had a manly smell, not rough and tough, nor sunny and friendly, but a mature and evil smell. Just looking at those eyes was so deep that it was hard to fathom.

His every move is very handsome, even the action of smoking does not look annoying...

Thinking of him, she fell asleep.

Wen Zijian looked at the woman under the light, his heart was in turmoil. She was very beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but she could sleep peacefully in such an environment, crowded, damp, dirty, but she could take it all in stride, accepting it calmly and with a smile, which made him look at her with admiration once again.

Her long hair was spread out, covering the white pillow with black hair. Her peaceful sleeping face made people want to peek at her beauty. Wen Zijian thought that it was his honor to be her friend.

The phone vibrated, and Wen Zijian saw the man's last name jump into his field of vision. He rolled his eyes. He was really haunting him!

Wen Zijian got out of bed quietly and walked between the two carriages. The coolness of the night seeped in through his collar, making him feel uncomfortable, just like that man.

"She is with you?" Only Xiao Yiyang could say it in such a domineering tone, as if someone had stolen his treasure.

"..." Wen Zijian took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it slowly, whetting the man's appetite.

"Are you going to take her back home?"

It’s fast enough. It seems that the basic skills that the president has worked on for so many years are still there.

"..."

Seeing that Wen Zijian didn't say anything, Xiao Yiyang softened his tone. At least this brother didn't turn off his phone or change his number, and was willing to answer his call. He was much more conscientious than that woman.

"When are you coming back?"

Wen Zijian sneered: "Boss Xiao, I remember that my resignation letter has been placed on your desk."

"I won't approve it." Xiao Yiyang said domineeringly. Did he think resigning was a child's play? No one could leave without his consent, including that woman.

"..." Wen Zijian rolled his eyes and spat out a small piece of tobacco from his mouth. He was so unlucky that even drinking cold water would get stuck in his teeth.

"Is she... okay?" Xiao Yiyang kept playing with the lighter in his hand, tossing it back and forth, just like his mood.

"You're meddling too much." Wen Zijian wanted to say, "You don't need to meddle in my girlfriend's affairs." But... he knew that he was too insignificant in the relationship between Xiao Yiyang and Leng Ruofei.

"Okay, tell her I'll pick her up tomorrow." Xiao Yiyang slammed the lighter in his hand on the desk with a snap. Secretary Xi, who was about to knock on the door, was so scared that he quickly retreated.

"Xiao Yiyang! What gives you the right?" Because it was night, Wen Zijian lowered his voice, but the anger accumulated in his chest still burst out.

"Because we are brothers, and she... is my woman!"

"Shit!"

After Wen Zijian hung up the phone, he couldn't help but pound on the carriage door with his fist. The sound was quite loud, but it was drowned out by the bumpy sound of the train passing over the tracks.

Xiao Yiyang's words did stimulate Wen Zijian. He was right. After all, it was Xiao Yiyang who met Elen first, and they did have a special relationship. If it was before, if it was another woman, maybe the brothers wouldn't even talk about this woman, because it had nothing to do with them. But when did Wen Zijian change, coveting his brother's woman, and being deeply involved in it, unable to extricate himself.

Xiao Yiyang's words were blunt, but they also hurt him deeply.

He knew that Xiao Yiyang had no intention of letting go of Elen.

Back on the berth, Wen Zijian found a great angle to look at the sleeping woman. Beautiful was not enough to describe her appearance at the moment. In this swaying carriage, she slept so peacefully and calmly, and her whole body exuded a softness that made people's heart beat.

Wen Zijian thought, if there was no Xiao Yiyang, if the man who was entangled with this woman was not Xiao Yiyang, but someone else, what would he do? Of course, as long as Elen was not married, he didn't care how many men she had had before, he only cared whether she was willing to accept him now.

If he brought this woman back home, his grandparents would be very happy to see her. But would she dislike the environment of a small town in the north? No, she wouldn't! Seeing how she was sleeping soundly, how could she be that kind of person?

It was late at night and he watched her sleeplessly.

Early in the morning, the sky turned white.

Leng Ruofei woke up and saw the gentle smile of Wen Zijian on the upper bunk opposite him. His face turned red and he asked awkwardly, "You got up early?"

"No, I just woke up too. It's still early, do you want to sleep a little longer?" Wen Zijian stretched his arms, feeling a little sore and numb. He hadn't slept all night, and his whole body felt like a few tubes of blood had been drawn out, making him feel light and fluttery. He thought to himself with some self-mockery, when could he be so infatuated with a woman? This was totally contrary to his previous moral principles.

Leng Ruofei sat up and saw that the lower berth opposite him was empty, so he knew that he had gotten off the train. In the carriage, people could also hear people talking and laughing, perhaps because they were getting closer to home, and their joy and happiness naturally came out.

The breakfast was simple. Wen Zijian had not finished the big bag of food he bought. Perhaps because he was worried that it would be too heavy for Leng Ruofei to carry, he gave all of it away.

Leng Ruofei just smiled and said nothing. Rich people are just willful.

Wen Zijian felt a little embarrassed when he saw her smile: "We'll buy whatever you want to eat when we get home."

"Hehe, do you think I'm a child?"

He smiled and looked at her, feeling warm in his heart.

The sky was just getting light, and the area where the train was passing by was gradually getting brighter. Leng Ruofei sat on a side chair by the window. The endless black land should have been the spring ploughing season, but it was still freezing here. It was too cold here, and there was still a lot of snow in the shade of many hills.

In this way, the mottled white snow on the yellow land looks like an unknown map. Nature is really a great artist! The withered trees add to the desolation. It is so vast and refreshing.

Because there were many people at the station, Wen Zijian did not rush to get off the bus, but asked Leng Ruofei to wear more clothes. He said that the temperature difference between Nehe and Mocheng was 20 degrees, and most people could not adapt to it. It was still cold here when it was still spring in Mocheng.

Sure enough, as soon as Leng Rufei got off the train, a cool breeze rushed into his neck, and he still felt a little shiver even though he was wearing a windbreaker.