While waiting, Jiang Ying was a little guilty, afraid of being seen by acquaintances, and wanted to chew his tongue.
There is no other reason, Meng Jingshu is too ostentatious, always has been. Probably due to a wealthy family and superior conditions, I have received too much attention since I was a child, so I don't care about other people's attention, and I don't have the consciousness of being low-key at all.
? As soon as I entered high school, the school had a dress code. Everyone was as cute as a quail, wearing two or three sets of school uniforms. But he didn't, he didn't know where to find pants of the same color as the school pants. There were several styles, all of them were stylish, and they didn't repeat the same one in a week. I like to wear black tops, at most I raise the flag, and I wear a school uniform jacket to deal with inspections during morning reading. Every time Jiang Ying leads the reading, he sees the audience in blue and white, and he is the only one in black.
He is eye-catchingly handsome.
The old class kept scolding him, and he got tired of listening to it, so he just kept quiet for a few days, and committed the crime again the next week.
By the time of the second year of high school, the quails were also disobedient, and they changed patterns under the school uniform. Young master Meng is more advanced, secretly getting tattoos, and learning to smoke like others. In the break between school and evening self-study in the afternoon, the faculty and staff all went to eat and rest. He either played with others on the court, or found a remote corner with a few recognized gangsters in the school, laughing and puffing clouds.
Once Jiang Ying was looking for a place where there was no one to practice speaking, so he bumped into him. The girl in her school uniform, holding her English books and tapes, suddenly flushed red when she met such people. A few people whistled to tease her, Meng Jingshu saw her dumbfounded look, lightly smiled, raised his chin, and motioned for her to leave. Jiang Ying came back to his senses, his face was about to smoke, so he hurried away.
When he returned to class, Jiang Ying felt that she had to reason with him and help him kill his bad habits in the bud. She blah blah blah blah blah blah, Meng Jingshu didn't know if she was listening, so she lazily responded with a "hmm". Glancing at her one last time, he said, "Don't tell the teacher."
Jiang Ying was particularly sad, but there was nothing he could do. He is always helpless, sometimes he is late, or sneaks out to study late, and he is recorded twice. Jiang Ying reminds him, then he will definitely not violate discipline again this week. Over the past three years, the number of times he has been fined for running can be counted on one's fingers.
Once Jiang Ying was really curious and asked him how he held back.
He said coolly: "If you are punished, your parents must be notified. My grandparents can read better than you."
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In fact, Jiang Ying couldn't figure it out. She was clearly a model of well-behaved when she was a student, so why did she fall in love with such a prickly person.
Life is really unpredictable.
What remains unchanged is the still unassuming car logo
This time I changed to a dark gray one, seems to be the same style?
Just like his previous trousers of the same color but different styles, the same brand but different black t-shirts?
Exasperated but straight.
Jiang Ying ran over with small steps, got into the car and said, "Hi, good afternoon."
Meng Jingshu was baffled by her sudden enthusiasm, and looked at her with raised eyebrows: "Good afternoon."
Sure enough, it's still a bit embarrassing.
Jiang Ying curled her lips and said nothing.
The two of them came out directly after work, both wearing shirts and trousers, with the same stereotypes and perfumes. It didn't look like they were going to eat bullfrogs at all, but they looked like they were going to have a business meeting.
After being silent for a while, she didn't speak, but Meng Jingshu took the initiative to speak: "Busy recently?"
Actually not busy, but Jiang Ying still said low-key: "A little bit."
Meng Jingshu glanced at her, she was playing with her mobile phone.
cell phone¡¡
He turned a corner and said indifferently: "Oh, me too."
Um?
Jiang Ying was full of question marks.
She is very warm and polite today, right? What is his reaction?
She thought for a while and said: "By the way, your case has been submitted to the court for filing, and then I will wait for the process over there. I will call regularly to urge you, but they have their own procedures, so there is no rush." .¡±
Meng Jingshu frowned habitually while driving: "You can negotiate with Assistant Liu on this matter, you don't need to tell me."
Jiang Ying's tone was light and light: "Really? But last time Mr. Liu said that Mr. Meng was very concerned, so I thought that since we met, I would report to you."
There was no sound.
Meng Jingshu ignored her directly.
Jiang Ying is in a good mood.
It doesn't matter if you are indifferent when chatting, just be generous when entertaining guests.
Meng Jingshu handed her the menu: "Order."
In fact, two people can't eat much, so Jiang Ying flipped through and only ordered a double boiler and ice powder.
"alright."
&nbsThe class bell rang, and Jiang Ying threatened him with no expression on his face: "The bell is ringing, if you say another word, I will forget you."
Just like that, Jiang Ying drank free milk tea intermittently for more than half a semester, and Meng Jingshu finally stumbled once and was caught. The old class scolded him severely, and the school didn't record his demerit for the sake of his good grades, so he only notified his family to teach him well. His new mobile phone was confiscated, and it was gloomy for many days
It was almost ten years ago.
People's memory is biased, but the feeling of memory is similar, and there is a kind of suddenness as if it was yesterday.
Jiang Ying chewed the pearl, and said slowly: "You are too careless. If you have not been caught, I will probably get tired of drinking."
She pulled the shopping cart in the supermarket with one hand, crooked. Meng Jingshu supported one side, and simply took the hand. The wide palm with well-defined muscles and bones rested on the red horizontal bar, which was really eye-catching.
He turned his head and asked her, "Did you really not tell the teacher?"
Jiang Ying: "Wow! Have you been doubting me?"
Boring nonsense.
He smiled: "Which way are you going?"
Jiang Ying sipped the milk tea, pointed the way with her chin, and hummed "Mmmmmmmm" with her puffed cheeks.