What should I do if I want to get back my first love but can't hold back my face?

Fang Jing officially moved out of the community in the afternoon three days later.

Counting from the year he came to Nancheng, he lived here for seven years. He didn't feel much when he lived there. When he was about to move out, he realized that there were so many trivial things in the house.

On the floor of the living room, several cardboard boxes were piled up in one place, and all kinds of scattered things lay under the feet, directly covering the entire aisle, making it difficult for people to even get down.

Jiang Huai was sitting in the middle of the pile of things in a daze at this moment, and after picking and choosing for a while, she couldn't help turning her head and asking Fang Jing, "Which box is this in?"

"If you can't tell the difference, put them all together, and pick them out when the time comes."

Fang Zhen watched from the side for a while, his brows became tighter and tighter, and he said tactfully, "Why don't I do it."

There is no other reason, what could have been done in an hour, has been tossed by Jiang Huai to the present, and it seems that this posture is far from over.

Fang Yuan couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Although there was no obvious dislike in the words, Jiang Huai still looked over sensitively and frowned, "You dislike me?"

Seeing that Jiang Huai was about to get excited again, Fang Zhen had a headache, "No, there are too many and complicated things, I'm afraid you won't understand."

Jiang Huai then lowered her head again, stretched out her hand to tidy up the things on the ground, and muttered, "You've only been doing it for a few days, if you really want to squat down, do you still want to squat down?"

Fang Yu was at a loss for words, and couldn't help defending himself in a low voice: "I just have to bend over, how can it be so serious?"

This is exciting.

Jiang Huai frowned and said "tsk", "You don't need to use force when lowering your waist and legs, do you?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but add, "Can you reach the ground with your hands?"

Who do you look down on?

"..." Fang Zhen took a deep breath when he heard the words, first glanced at Jiang Huai, then leaned back, and easily lowered his waist, with his palms firmly on the ground.

Although this action will pull a small part of the muscles in the legs that have not fully recovered, it is still within the tolerable range.

"I said it's okay." Fang Zhen took a breath after getting up, his eyes were bright, showing a little pride that he couldn't find at all without looking carefully, and subconsciously glanced sideways.

Jiang Huai beside her was dumb for some reason.

Fang Zhen was a little puzzled, and when he raised his head, he found that Jiang Huai was still looking at him motionlessly, maintaining his original posture.

Jiang Huai's eyes were bright, and his eyes were wrapped around his waist like a small hook, and he thought for a while, "The waist is quite soft."

Fang Jin: "..."

During this period of time, Yu Xiangrong did not appear again, and the whole person seemed to have evaporated without a trace.

This kind of pervasive and maggot-like person, the current Fang Zhen really has nothing to do with him, but it is not a problem to add some trouble to him.

After getting his current contact information and temporary residence from Ms. Du last time, Fang Jing was not in a hurry to contact him.According to her, Yu Xiangrong owed a lot of debts from gambling in Nancheng, and he didn't dare to show up on weekdays, so he could only live in hiding every day, which also explained why he was so eager to go to the store to ask him to get it money.

Fang Yi gave those creditors his contact information and temporary shelter that day. I don't know if it has any effect, but he should at least not appear again in the near future.

As usual, Fang Yi was busy with things in the store every day, and gradually he paid less attention to this matter.

But what he didn't know was that Jiang Huai actually met Yu Xiangrong without telling him.

Jiang Huai took the initiative to find him, and politely invited him into a cafe.

Yu Xiangrong was sitting opposite, wearing a hat that could almost cover half of his face, staring straight at the person with a pair of eyes, and said gloomily, "What are you looking for me for?"

During this period of time, he was hiding in Tibet, hardly had a good night's sleep, and didn't know what to eat every day. Even if he was sitting here, he was still observing the situation outside the door from the corner of his eye.

The cafe is low-key and hidden, the flow of people is small, and the efficiency of ordering and serving food is very high. As soon as the food is served, Yu Xiangrong eats it unceremoniously.

Jiang Huai sat patiently across from him. During the process, he kept an unhurried expression.

"You knew Fang Jing before?"

The man on the opposite side paused when he heard the words, and looked at him almost mockingly, "Why, do you want to ask me about his past?"

"I said it's okay, but I don't know if you can listen to it?"

"Besides," the man paused, curling the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, "Why should I tell you?"

Jiang Huai didn't say anything, took out his mobile phone and made a call, and put it on the table, a thick male voice came from the other side, "Who is it?"

The hands-free phone is not turned on, the sound is not very loud, but it is enough for the people on the opposite side to hear clearly.

Almost as soon as the voice came out, Yu Xiangrong's face turned pale.

Seeing that there was no one responding, the man over there couldn't help cursing. Every sentence he said became more vulgar and harsher. Every time he left a sentence, the face of the man opposite turned paler.

The scolding was almost over there, Jiang Huai reached out and cut off the call, and the screen fell into darkness again.

Jiang Huai looked indifferent, raised his eyelids and said, "From now on, I don't want to hear any useless nonsense from your mouth."

"He was transferred to us at the end of the second year of high school. Everyone thought he was sick, and instead of going to a good school in the city, he went to our crappy school to find a sense of existence. Later, I heard that it was..." The man's eyes suddenly changed. There was a hint of contempt that was not obvious, "He seduced male classmates in the previous school, and his reputation was bad. There is no way to transfer to our school."

"He is well-known among us, but he is not famous for this..." The man suddenly stopped talking, looked at him almost maliciously, then seemed to remember the things in Jiang Huai's hand, and then Reining in a bit, "He seduced the teacher in his class and made Grandpa so mad."

The man couldn't help shrugging his shoulders as he spoke, and said indifferently: "At that time, everyone in the town knew him, and the parents even went to the school to protest, because they were afraid that their children would learn bad things if they stayed in the same school as him."

Jiang Huai's sculptural face didn't respond at all, but the fingers under the table unconsciously clenched into fists, and he tried his best not to show any gaffe.

So all the clues of the past have been explained, why the caller said that there is no such person as Fang Zhen at home, why the owner of the restaurant in the town looked at them so strangely, and why Fang Zhen reacted so badly to the residents of the community. ...

He just thought about what Fang Zhen had experienced before, and he felt chills all over his body, but how would Fang Zhen feel when he was in it?

It is almost unnecessary to think about what Fang Zhen will experience at that time, overwhelming malice and contempt, united bullying and exclusion, a large number of self-proclaimed righteous faces, gathered to carry out an inhumane crusade.

"But, do you really think he is some kind of little rabbit, that man is fiercer than anyone else."

The man suddenly sneered, and stretched out his finger to the scar on his forehead, "Did you see this scar, he just smashed it with a wine bottle, damn it, several people can't beat him."

Jiang Huai suddenly raised her eyes and glanced at the opposite side, interrupted: "How much money do you still need?"

The man froze for a moment, seemed to realize the meaning of the words, couldn't help swallowing slowly, and tentatively said, "One million."

As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head and said regretfully, "No, no, I think it's more than 100 million. It's a huge profit, and it's not as unfair as 200 million."

Hearing this, Jiang Huai took out a check, wrote an amount neatly, and then signed her name in the lower right corner.

After signing the number, he didn't even bat an eyelid.

The man stared straight at his movement. Within the range of vision, Jiang Huai slowly pushed the check over, and he immediately saw the amount on it.

500 million!

His hands were trembling, and he stretched tremblingly to the table and pressed the check.

With one hand still on the other end of the check, Jiang Huai asked him, "Is 500 million enough?"

"Enough is enough." He nodded hurriedly. If the occasion allowed, it would not be difficult for him to kneel down and kowtow to Jiang Huai.

He stared at the check closely, unwilling to take a look away.

Jiang Huai seemed to smile.

In the next second, he pulled out the check and dipped it into the cup of coffee in front of him that had not been touched since it was served.

Almost instantly, the fluffy paper was swallowed by the thick black coffee liquid. The man sat there blankly, still staring at the original position of the check, his fingertips seemed to still be stuck on the original paper. touch.

"Sometimes, money is really a good thing." Jiang Huai clasped his hands on the table, and said lightly, "I can use money to send you now, and I can use money to settle you in the future."

"I hope you don't appear in Nancheng again from now on. You don't have to listen, but..." Jiang Huai smiled gently, "I really have a bad temper, I hope you remember this."

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