unruly

City Z.

The weather in early July was dry, the temperature remained high, and it was dull from morning to night. Even the air was filled with heat. After dusk, Qingbei Road was still lively, crowded everywhere, and many places on the road were illuminated. The lights, the streets and alleys are still transparent and bright.

Enter from the middle of the street, turn east into the alley at the fork intersection, and then walk through a straight road with ginkgo trees on both sides. At the end is Yulin Garden, a residential area near the Financial City.

Mingshu's new house is here. She just moved here last month and lives alone on the east side of the 18th floor of the second building.

The sky outside was getting darker, and the bathroom without the light turned on was dimly lit and quiet, appearing deserted and empty, silent and depressing.

At that time, Ming Shu was lying in the bathtub full of water with his eyes closed, with one hand resting on the edge, his red lips fluttering, his full chest rose and fell slightly from time to time, and his breathing was even and steady.She was a little tired, with a slightly tired face, a few strands of hair stuck to the side of her neck, and also on her thin collarbone. It was wet everywhere, and it was hard to tell whether it was water or sweat, or both.

The hot weather is not suitable for taking a bath, and it will be uncomfortable to stay in warm water for a long time, but this person seemed to have no feeling, and remained motionless for a long time, until the mobile phone on the storage board vibrated twice, and she slowly opened her eyes. Finally reacted, and sat up a little.

But she didn't check her phone, she knew who sent the message and why, so she didn't have any extra thoughts to deal with the other party.

After all, it's over, the old lover's relationship is there, there's nothing to talk about.

——If you get together, you will get together and if you don’t, you will disperse. It has always been like this. There is always one party who wants to make a decision.

Besides, after all, they have been together for eight years, and the two of them have supported each other through ups and downs, and it was really not easy along the way, but now they each keep their dignity, and it won't be so embarrassing to see each other in the future.

After pouring a small handful of water on his shoulders, Ming relieved himself, raised his chin, and glanced at the time.

It was almost eight o'clock, and it was an hour in the blink of an eye.

Wash off the sweat on the neck, wipe the water with a dry towel, get up, and just step on the clean and cold floor with bare feet.

The bathroom door was locked, Ming Shu didn't pay much attention, went straight to the washstand, picked up the cigarette case on the counter and took out a cigarette, held it between her white fingers, and put it into her mouth tenderly.

I don't even light the fire, just bite and enjoy it first.

She doesn't usually touch this stuff very much. Recently, she bought a box under pressure and didn't smoke a few.

There are a lot of things these days, and the troubles in work and life have accumulated together, and I can't solve them in three or two days, which is very worrying.

Looking at the mirror, Ming Shu raised his hand to wipe his hair again, rubbed it randomly a few times, walked towards the shelf, and pulled off the suspender nightdress hanging on it.

The switch was three or four steps away, and it was turned on by the way.

As soon as the soft white light shines, the closed space suddenly changes. The outlines of objects hidden in the dark are revealed. There are not many things. The minimalist gray style is a bit monotonous, but it still feels light and luxurious.

The suspender nightdress is made of silk fabric, smooth and soft, and the length is almost to the middle of the thigh, which is more flattering to the figure.

Ming Shu is tall, 172cm, not too thin, but with a thin waist, there is no ambiguity in the places where the flesh should grow, full of mature style, and the delicate curves under the blue fabric can be faintly seen in this way.She has regular straight long hair, neither perm nor dye, fair skin, slender eyebrows and long eyes, dark facial features, and an odd face. The style of big women in the 90s, the more you look at it, the more flavorful it becomes.

There was still a cup of dull tartary buckwheat tea on the washstand, and when it was almost cleared away, she turned around again, picked up the cup and took a sip.

It was so hot that my mouth was dry.

The weather is strong, you don't need a hair dryer, put down the cup, Ming Shu opened the curtains, stood silently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for more than ten minutes, staring into the distance absent-mindedly, did nothing, and after a while, he lowered his head to eat the cigarette holder again , pressed the lighter, and there was a light click...

The world outside the window is bustling, vehicles pass by, people come and go, there are many high-rise buildings everywhere, expanding outwards layer by layer, and there is no end in sight, endless.

The city is expansive, increasingly prosperous, and more cosmopolitan than it was eight years ago. Reinforced concrete and glass form a unique sign, exposed to brilliant light, dazzling and beautiful.

Ming Shu quietly gazed into the distance, his thoughts fluctuated from far to near, and he kept thinking about something.

The night fell quickly, and the sky was still barely bright before, but it didn't take long for it to be completely covered, and it was pitch black.

There is no moon tonight, and the stars are few and far between, which seems too gloomy.

The sound insulation effect of the house is good, it isolates the noise from outside, keeps the noise out of the glass, and almost shields those messy sounds.

When the smoke was half burned, Ming Shu flicked it lightly with his fingertips, and the off-white ash fell on the wet ground and melted into the water.

The phone vibrated again, and a text message came.

She still didn't care, completely unmoved, as if she couldn't hear.

Ji Anli has been contacting her all day long, calling, texting, and even asking friends for help, but she doesn't know what's wrong.

Shouldn't be a rush, just like before.If there is something urgent, I have come to the door early, and it's not that there is no address here.

This is not the first time the two have had such an argument. In the early years, they separated and reunited, especially when they were still studying, they experienced both quarrels and cold wars, and they even had to cut off contact at one point.And Ji Anli has always been like this, asking everyone to calm down and talk or something.

Someone has to compromise with the other side and be the one who bows first.

Sometimes it's Ming Shu, sometimes it's Ji Anli.

Feelings that are not accepted by the world are more difficult, with hurdles lying ahead, and there are always so many contradictions that cannot be ignored.

It hasn't changed this time, it's still the same.

The decision made by Ji Anli, on the one hand, was forced by the family's helplessness, and he really couldn't hold on anymore. He was going to find a man to marry, and on the other hand, he was unwilling to give up this relationship, so he planned to catch both sides, and hoped that Mingshu could take a step back. , be patient with each other.However, Ming Shu refused to accept it, whether it was a real marriage or a virtual marriage, he always disagreed.

The two of them had different ideas, and they could not seek common ground while reserving differences, so they could only end up breaking up.

Ming Shu left the lakeside villa where he lived together in the past and moved here, but Ji Anli didn't stop him, not even a single word to persuade him to stay.

Both of them are stubborn, and once they decide something, it is difficult to change it.

In the middle of the night, the lights of the Financial City were as bright as day, and the red high-altitude obstacle lights on the top of tall buildings in the distance flickered, which was too dazzling.

Ming Shu took a final puff, and slowly exhaled a light white mist. After finishing smoking, he extinguished the sparks and left the cigarette butt on the window sill.

It doesn't matter if you pick up your phone, put on your shoes, and open the door to go out.

In the living room, Aunt Lin had just finished cleaning, when she saw someone, she said, "I was thinking about calling you, I've been in for so long."

Ming Shu walked and said, "It's still early, it's not even nine o'clock."

Aunt Lin said with concern: "I'll get dizzy after soaking for a long time, pay attention to the time next time."

She nodded, not caring too much.

Aunt Lin is a helper and a half-elder, a local aborigine, and an old acquaintance with Mingshu's parents. She was brought here from home after Mingshu graduated and started a business. She has been responsible for taking care of this person's daily life for five or six years. .

"This day is really suffering. It's getting hotter every day, and tomorrow will be even more annoying. It can be 35-[-] degrees. Remember to protect yourself from the sun when you go out." Aunt Lin reminded softly, packing up her things.

Ming Shu hummed.

Aunt Lin asked, "Are you coming back tomorrow night?"

"I want to go back," Ming Shu said, "I will come earlier, around six o'clock."

"Okay," Aunt Lin replied, smiling kindly, "Tomorrow night, I'll make herbal tea, it's too dry, I'm going to lose my temper."

Mingshu said: "Cook less, you won't drink too much."

"Just cook a small pot, not too much, and then you can pack it in bags, and put it in the refrigerator if you can't finish it."

"Ah."

"I haven't seen Miss Ji for a while," Aunt Lin suddenly thought of something, and asked suddenly, "Are you on a business trip again?"

Ming Shu acted as if nothing had happened, and replied indifferently: "No, I'm still in Z City."

"It's been almost a month, and I'm too busy."

"Well, she's on the east side of the city."

She didn't hear anything wrong in her words, and thought it was just a normal job transfer. Aunt Lin understood, cheerfully, and Ji Anli was not used to nagging, and asked when she could come back.

"I don't know, I didn't say anything." Ming Shu prevaricated, but explained too much, and opened the notebook on the coffee table.

Aunt Lin didn't ask too many questions, she ordered as soon as she could, and said when she was about to leave: "There is someone living next door, and they moved here in the afternoon."

The house is two households on one floor, [-] square meters per unit, and the opposite side has been vacant for a long time, and the neighbor hasn't shown up since he bought the house.

Ming Shu didn't care about this, and looked at the computer screen without looking up, "Drive slowly on the road."

Aunt Lin Zhiqu stopped bothering, and told: "Don't stay up so late, go to bed earlier."

"know."

This person is a designer and boss. He founded the clothing brand M&F from scratch a few years ago. He has a well-known studio under his name. Tonight, he has to deal with unfinished work during the day and prepare for the release of new clothing next month.

The task is relatively heavy, and it cannot be completed in a short while, and it will not be completed until early in the morning.

After dealing with these, there is one more thing that needs to be solved.

Ming Shu rubbed the center of his brows tiredly, clicked into WeChat after a while, copied a series of numbers, and searched for friends.

The studio is just in the stage of rapid development, and it is expected to cooperate with the big-name group AURORA in the second half of the year, but it is still close. Mingshu is trying his best to build up this relationship, and the person being searched is a link in the connection.

The other party is one of the heirs of AURORA, surnamed Ning, full name Ning Zhi, just turned 20 years old, still studying, is a part-time model, not stable in work style, unstable in temperament, used to being loose and free, and has no control at home. That kind of typical rich second-generation young man often causes trouble.

The one who is in contact with Mingshu is this uncle. He only asks for one thing. I hope Mingshu can sign her and help her take care of her. Everything else can be discussed.Anyway, it is to use this to suppress one or two, to restrain people in the country, and to prevent chaos.

Ming Shu didn't want to get involved, and didn't want to get into unnecessary trouble, but there was only one condition over there, and he could only accept it after weighing it up and down, and finally compromised.

It's just one more model, it's a big deal, half a year has passed.

This is the way of doing business. Opportunities are there. It’s up to you to choose whether you want it or not. If you can, go for it. It’s always a shortcut.Furthermore, the cooperation between the two parties is only a superficial benefit, and there are a lot of hidden resources and connections behind it, and the benefits are more than that.

Ning Zhi's WeChat nickname is his own name, and his avatar is very eye-catching. It is an extremely sexy picture of a naked back, with the butterfly bones on both sides slightly raised, the spine groove in the middle is obvious and beautiful, and it goes down to the narrowest part of the waist. Cut, flamboyant and wild.

The overall picture is in dark tone, the background is blurred, the other party's hair is tied up and tied into a mess, some hair falls on the thin shoulders, and the ends of the hair and the left side of the back are stained with various paints , at first glance, it is very abrupt, with a bit of retro literary style, and quite a personality, I don't know if it is an online picture or the person.

Ming Shu clicked on it and looked at it, but he admired this bold and enthusiastic style, and felt that the shooting was okay and very beautiful.

Click the picture again to exit. She wrote down her intention in the remarks and sent the verification application.

It was getting late, and couldn't wait for the other party to agree, so Ming Shu put away all the documents and the phone.

There are more than a dozen unread messages on WeChat, all sent by Ji Anli. She didn't read any of them, and she didn't even open the dialog box.

It's good for a while, and the separation is for a while, and it really fades away, without giving the slightest chance to turn around.

Ming Shu is so ruthless that she is more heartless than anyone else.