shallow affection

Jian Qingli wandered around the apartment, looking around, trying to find an incomplete place, so that he could give Fang Mingzhan a "just right" gift.

but none.Fang Mingzhan's apartment lacks everything, it seems that he is the only outsider who does not belong here.

Fang Mingzhan came out of the kitchen, saw that he was doing nothing, told him to "watch the soup", and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The pork ribs are stewed in the casserole, and the aroma fills the whole apartment, making it feel like home.

Jian Qingli was very anxious.With every day approaching Fang Mingzhan's birthday, his anticipation and anxiety increased a little.They are already quite ambiguous now, and they are only a little less honest than four years ago. However, it seems that the sword of Damocles is hanging above their heads, and it will fall at some point.

Jian Qingli's knot lies with Yang Tong.This unavoidable woman, the woman he had hurt, happened to be Fang Mingzhan's few remaining relatives.This complicated relationship hangs over his precarious love like a dark cloud.

Jian Qingli turned off the fire and brought the casserole to the dining table.He comforted himself, no matter what, he still has time to live on, and he can drink a bowl of thick soup leisurely.

This leisure was quickly broken.

Someone called him, a foreign number starting with +.Jian Qingli frowned and hesitated for a while, the bell kept ringing, so he had no choice but to answer it, saying "Hello" politely.

The other end was silent for a few seconds, and then a mysterious, hot, and trembling voice came out, telling him excitedly, "Jian Qingli, I know your secret."

"Le Yang?"

"I know your secret." Le Yang repeated this sentence paranoidly.

Jian Qingli remained calm: "What secret?"

Le Yang let out a weird laugh, and said word by word: "You and Fang Mingzhan."

Jian Qingli was silent.

"You are brothers, right? You are the son of that mistress!"

Finally, Le Yang couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted impulsively, his venting made him short of breath and his face flushed.

"Don't you feel disgusted that you two are going to bed? I feel sick when I think about it!"

"How can there be such shameless brothers like you!"

"You and your mother are really the same thing, immoral and shameless, how many times do you want to hurt my second aunt?"

A flood of humiliating words came from the mobile phone, hitting Jian Qingli's stubborn rock like a flood.When Le Yang stopped to take a deep breath because of screaming for too long, Jian Qingli finally said, "You are right, but you are not a good thing either."

Fang Mingzhan came to the restaurant covered in steam, just in time to hear these last words.Jian Qingli put down his phone and found Fang Mingzhan looking at him, so he shrugged and said, "A fool."

Fang Mingzhan respected his privacy and did not get to the bottom of it.

Jian Qingli behaved very normally, even a little too active. During dinner, he inquired about the birthday gift in roundabout ways. When he saw the watch on Fang Mingzhan's wrist, he asked him how many years he had worn it. No need to replace it with a new one.Or, your apartment is empty, how about adding a massage chair.

Fang Mingzhan saw through his intentions, but pretended not to know. The watch was good, the massage chairs were redundant, and everything was missing.He likes the way Jian Qingli is troubled by him, and hopes that he can worry a little more.

Jian Qingli racked her brains, but still couldn't get the words out, and complained in a low voice: "Mr. Fang is really hard to serve."

His excitement didn't last long, and when he was in love that night, he was a little energetic. Fang Mingzhan only thought that he was tired, and didn't think about it deeply.

In the dead of night, Jian Qingli opened his eyes in the darkness, he heard some humming sounds, it was Le Yang's vicious words echoing continuously in the corner of the room.

He had a bad premonition, but he didn't dare to imagine the specific scene, so he just moved closer to Fang Mingzhan.At this moment, he suddenly felt a love-hate feeling for Fang Mingzhan, and he didn't know how to express it, so he simply bit his neck, not hard, and then licked him gently after the bite.

Early the next morning, Jian Qingli returned to her house.He was worried that Xia Ziying lived alone. This young master has poor self-care ability and loves to toss his body. If something goes wrong, he can't explain it to Xie Jiangyan.

When he opened the door, he saw Xia Ziying making breakfast in the kitchen. Jian Qingli felt that it was novel, and walked up to visit, just in time to see Xia Ziying throwing a burnt egg pancake into the trash can.

The four eyes met, Xia Ziying's face was full of shame.

"It's okay," Jian Qingli encouraged him with a smile, "This is a good start."

The next few days were very uneventful. Jian Qingli took another photoshoot job, and Xia Ziying continued to look for a job.The days flowed like a stream, calm and lively, Jian Qingli almost forgot that call from Le Yang.

On June [-]st, Zhong Youling, the editor of "hifashion", approached Jian Qingli and told him that Zhou Muqiu was going to shoot the cover of the magazine today, and he could come over and have a look. If Xiao Zhou fell in love, the two could discuss a partnership.

Zhou Muqiu is about the same age as Jian Qingli. She has recently gained fame in the fashion photography circle and is a freelance photographer with a distinctive style.Zhong Youling has always believed that the photos taken by the two of them have similar ideas, and both of them are fighting alone, so they kindly set up a line and let them get to know each other, maybe they can start a business together in the future.

Looking at the vicious sun, Jian Qingli said helplessly, "You guys still go to work during the holidays, you are really dedicated."

"What festival?" Zhong Youling picked up the desk calendar and looked at it, then laughed, "Stop talking nonsense, are you a child?"

Anyway, idle is idle, Jian Qingli took the car keys and went straight to the "hifashion" magazine.

He came early, and all the editors had just finished their lunch break, all listless, sleepy, yawning while waving to him.Jian Qingli knocked on the door of Zhong Youling's office, poked her head in, and asked with a smile, "Are you busy?"

"I'm so busy," Zhong Youling pointed to the sofa, "Xiao Zhou hasn't come yet, please sit down for a while."

"Sister Lingling is so worried about my affairs, I'm so touched." Jian Qingli's exaggerated tone made Zhong Youling laugh.

The air conditioner in the office was fully turned on. Jian Qingli took a fashion magazine from the coffee table and flipped through it casually with his legs crossed, just like at home, without seeing anything outside.

Zhong Youling came in and out, assigning tasks to the editors and interns under her hand, and calling the sponsor of this issue's advertisement.

Jian Qingli said: "I'm not an outsider, so don't worry about me."

He sat leisurely, picked a few grapes from the fruit plate, and peeled them slowly and carefully.

The president, Liang Hai'an, passed by outside and called out to him through the door: "Little Jane, someone is looking for you."

"Who is it?" Jian Qingli felt strange, "Is Zhou Muqiu? She knows I'm coming?"

Liang Hai'an had already walked away and did not answer his question.Jian Qingli was puzzled when a crisp sound of high heels suddenly came from the office door.He turned his head and saw a woman in a white suit with a leather bag on her shoulders, looking down at him, her eyes were as cold as ice and snow.

Jian Qingli was stunned, all the muscles in her body contracted and tensed, as stiff as steel.The images and sounds from four years ago filled his mind. He knew who it was, but he couldn't react, and his lips quickly lost their color.

Yang Tong raised his arm and slapped Jian Qingli heavily.

Jian Qingli was caught off guard, staggered and fell on the sofa, the grapes in his hand were crushed, and the juice from his hand was stained.

There was hatred in the wrinkles at the corners of Yang Tong's eyes, and she cursed with red eyes: "Jian Qingli, don't be shameless, if Fang Mingzhan hadn't begged me four years ago, you would have been ruined and expelled from school! Now you What do you want? Seduce him again? Are you cheap! Do you have any morals! Oh, didn’t you laugh at me for being unable to control my husband back then? Okay, I admit, I’m not as good as your mother, that vixen, but my son is mine , I can control it if I want, if you pester him again, don't blame me for being rude! I warn you!"

"You mother and son are nemesis. Your mother killed my husband, and you want to kill my son! Don't worry, be kind!"

Zhong Youling's office has a glass wall, several editors at the outside station saw this scene, and Yang Tong's voice was very shrill, a group of girls who wanted to persuade but dared not gradually gathered outside the door.

Jian Qingli had been half lying on the sofa with her back hunched, her disheveled hair covering her eyebrows and eyes.He was so quiet and silent that the editors onlookers even thought he had passed out.

"What's going on?" Zhong Youling pushed away several young and timid editors and squeezed into the office with great effort.She stared at the angry woman in front of her and asked, "Hi, who are you? We are an office here, please leave immediately, or I will call security."

Yang Tong turned his eyes to Zhong Youling, his eyes were fierce and arrogant.She made a swallowing motion, as if trying to regain her dignity, but the undulating neck lines gave away her age.

Zhong Youling was frightened and was about to ask for help, but Yang Tong held his head up and walked away calmly, just like when he came, with high heels clattering.The moment they passed by, Zhong Youling saw a tear stain on the corner of her eye.

"What are you still doing standing here, hurry back to work!" Zhong Youling drove away the subordinates who were watching, and pulled down the blinds to block the curious sight outside.

"It's okay," she walked to the sofa and poked Jian Qingli on the shoulder.

"It's okay." Jian Qingli sat up slowly, her hair hanging down her ears, revealing a bright slap print on her left cheek.He took out two tissues and slowly wiped the sticky rotten grapes in his palm.

Zhong Youling was taken aback by his appearance, blurted out an exclamation, and then hurriedly pursed her lips.After a while, she calmed down and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay." Jian Qingli hooked the corner of his mouth indifferently, accidentally pulled the wound, hissed lightly, and said, "I have a thick skin."

He threw the tissue into the trash can, and added, it seems that there is no way to meet Zhou Muqiu today, so let's go home first.

"Just like this—" Zhong Youling stretched out her index finger, and drew a circle on Jian Qingli's face from the air, "Just go out like this?"

Jian Qingli remained silent, took out her mobile phone to look in the mirror, raised it halfway and put it down again.

"Wait." Zhong Youling took out her cosmetic bag from the cabinet under the computer desk, unzipped it, and took out a bottle of liquid foundation and a beauty sponge.

She squeezed two pumps of liquid foundation on the back of her hand, then soaked the beauty sponge with toner, then dipped in the foundation and patted it on Jian Qingli's face, carefully covering the red and swollen palm prints.

Jian Qingli looked at the ground, her eyelashes were as neat and thick as a bird's tail feathers, drooping quietly, and the roots were a little wet.

"Sister Lingling, you are really a kind person," he said sincerely.

Zhong Youling laughed softly: "What about you, are you a big villain?"

Jian Qingli said: "Yes, I am a big villain."