Chapter 119

When she came to the door, Shi LAN still couldn't resist her curiosity: "President Lu, after having the clarified microblog, there is still a lot of doubt on the Internet. If Cheng nuoyang's matter can be clarified earlier, Qingyuan's ban can be untied quickly..."

"Shi tezhu, have you forgotten your scope of work and need the company to send you to professional classes to clear your mind?"

Schland: "

What's the matter? She felt that she could not understand his mind more and more! Obviously, he cares about him and cares about the one in his heart. He wants to drive her away and be wronged

Back to her office, Qu Ke came to her office and asked President Lu. Shi Lan was surprised: "wasn't she still in the office just now?"

Qu Ke shrugged: "well, maybe he left when I went in. Where did he go?"

Shi LAN rarely showed some small temper: "I don't know."

"You Shaoqiu's shadow doesn't know who knows?"

"There is an entrepreneur reception in the evening. Lu always goes there from 19 o'clock. During this time, I don't know where he goes." Shi LAN shrugged.

"No, what time did you promise to wash the white?" now, Gu Jing Cheng jumped out and sent out a awesome clarification blog. He had to hurry up to make sure that the boy had sent a clarification notice, and the iron was hot.

Shi LAN turned off the computer, cleaned up the desktop and stood up: "President Lu said exactly. It's not urgent."

"How can the reputation of the company's artists not be in a hurry? Maybe Qingyao can make a comeback?"

Shi LAN frowned: "is president Lu worried about Qingyao's comeback, so he's not in a hurry to let Cheng nuoyang clarify?"

"Why?"

"He doesn't want to be an artist again. You don't know."

"Even so, I have to clean up the people so that she can at least go out and find a job to make a living. Now she has no money, and the girl is stubborn. She takes all her money out to pay liquidated damages to the company and its partners. Now, if she has no money and no job, I can't watch her starve to death?"

Shi Lan was also helpless: "I'd better wait. President Lu didn't say he wouldn't go to find Cheng nuoyang, but he wasn't in a hurry for the time being."

If Lu Shaoqiu's giant Buddha had not come forward, Cheng nuoyang would not have been soft when others went to him, let alone expect him to clarify.

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After the doorbell rang for nearly five minutes, Qingyao slowly went over and opened the door.

She was stunned.

Gu Jingcheng raised the supermarket shopping bag in his hands and smiled genially: "Yao'er hasn't had dinner yet? I'm afraid I can't catch up with you. I'm afraid I can't buy food for you. Today's shrimp is good, fresh and lively. I bought a lot and can drink later."

Then he had to change his shoes.

Qingyao quickly blocked the door: "I've already eaten!"

"After eating, you can eat a little more. Don't eat. Just eat vegetables and drink wine." Gu Jingcheng smiled.

"I'm full of food. I don't want to eat any more. Let's go."

"I know you lied to me, so let me go in and cook a meal for you, OK? Please." Gu Jingcheng's smile became humble. Obviously, he was much taller than Qingyao, but he deliberately lowered himself again and again.

Maybe it's because he washed away his grievances for himself, or maybe it's because his smile poked her weakness at the bottom of her heart. Qingyao unexpectedly let him walk in in with dignity.

Gu Jingcheng was very happy. He changed his slippers, put two heavy shopping bags on the flow table in the kitchen, came out again, took off his off white windbreaker and silver suit coat, threw it on the sofa, only wearing a black shirt, rolled up his sleeves, smiled and asked about the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar in Qingyao's home while entering the kitchen.

Qingyao pestles in the middle of the living room. After a moment of silence, he still walks to the kitchen.

She took the hanging apron behind the door and held it in front of him.

Gu Jingcheng looked at her and his smile became warm. He took it over, put it on his body and said softly, "thank you, Yao'er!"

Qingyao coldly interrupted him: "call me yunqingyao!"

Gu Jingcheng just smiled and stretched his long arm behind him to tie the belt.

The slender white fingers were clumsy and didn't fasten them for a while. He looked at Qingyao again. Qingyao quickly moved his face away from him.

Gu Jingcheng simply didn't tie it. He let the belt spread around him. His apron was like a broken kite swinging around in front of him.

Qingyao looked at it and kept silent.

Put the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar on the flow table next to the faucet.

Gu Jingcheng's tall body stood behind her. In her head was her exquisite facial features and white skin, as well as her fluffy milk wool clothes and white casual trousers. Her short hair grew a lot and was draped gently on her shoulders.

In this way, she is not like a 25-year-old workplace person, but like a school student.

When she took everything out, she turned and went out without leaving much for a moment.

Gu Jingcheng followed her out and saw her pacing around the living room. Then he opened the bedroom door and closed the door.

He could not even catch her shadow, but at least there was her fragrance in the air, and he was satisfied.

Qingyao didn't know what to do in the bedroom. She paced three times again.

Finally he sat down at the bay window.

She turned on her mobile phone and saw the microblog. Her eyes fixed on the group photo of the two in high school. For a long time, it was like really returning to that time.

Until Mirui called, the display of the phone number completely covered up the group photo.

Mi Rui mentioned that Gu Jingcheng was still angry: "But the boy is a man at last. Even so, you can't forgive him! They did all the bad things themselves, but they also framed you and apologized. That's what they should do! By the way, I seem to have heard vice president Qu mention that President Lu wants to come out and find them to wash your white. Gu Jingcheng clarified whether this is also related to President Lu, Is president Lu putting pressure on him? Otherwise, according to the boy's shameless degree, he can't dare to betray Xiao Wei with his money and name. If so, Qingyao, listen, he will certainly come to you to please and sell. Don't be fooled by him and let him take it! "

Qingyao looked at the red lanterns hung on the top of the street lamp posts at the side of the street for the Spring Festival. His eyes were clear and said in a faint voice, "it won't be him."

Lu Shaoqiu didn't know what happened between her and Gu Jingcheng. If it was Lu Shaoqiu, Gu Jingcheng couldn't have been exposed so thoroughly.

After many years of getting along, Qingyao knows Gu Jingcheng. If he hadn't volunteered and really had pressure, he would have played quite wisely, instead of explaining himself so thoroughly that there is no room to fight back.

"Yun Qingyao, wake up. It's been many years. The ecstasy soup Gu Jingcheng gave you hasn't failed? Why did you believe him because of a microblog? You won't have to do it again?"

"I won't, one yard to one yard. I know that this clear article is Gu Jingcheng's sincere confession, but it doesn't mean that my feelings for him will still exist. It's over. I believe this article is his sincerity. It means that he still has a little conscience to prove that he didn't completely look away in that year, that's all."

Mi Rui patted his chest: "that's good. That's right. It's all over. You have to look forward and walk forward. You can't look back. It's dinner time. Remember to eat. Don't go out alone. It's the new year in a few days. I'll come back in advance and do more new year goods. Everything will be fine after the new year."

Qingyao answered and hung up.

The Spring Festival is of no special significance to her. Every day is the same year by year, and there is no difference between years and ordinary times.

She drooped her eyes and saw a picture of fireworks all over the sky.

It was the first time in her twenty-five years of life that someone set off fireworks for her, which belonged to her alone.

That kind of streamer, that kind of bright and colorful.

That arrogant man, he arrogantly said to her: be my woman, I will give you everything you want!

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"Yao'er, come out for dinner!" the clear man's voice woke Qing Yao up suddenly.

It's like having a dream, a beautiful but unrealistic dream.

She felt a little cold. She put on a black cotton coat outside her sweater. Although the woman in the mirror was still young, she had no God in her eyes and looked haggard. She didn't dare to look at herself.

When she came out, Gu Jingcheng had taken off his apron, and his black shirt made his white face more and more handsome and clean. He was still shuttling between the kitchen and the table, bringing out two dishes one moment, and taking out wine glasses, beer, bowls and chopsticks another.

Hearing the sound of the bedroom door, he looked over and his eyes were gentle: "sit down quickly!"

Qingyao was silent for a while and walked over.

He opened the high back chair for her and set the dishes, chopsticks, wine and beer in front of her.

Stewed chicken feet, salted shrimp, fried scallop, steamed crab, roasted squid, fried green vegetables, five meat and one vegetable, filled the table.

The dishes are really rich. Gu Jingcheng is a good craftsman who has been self reliant since childhood.

Many of Qingyao's specialties were learned from him.

He sat down in the chair next to her and opened the lid of the beer bottle for her.

Qingyao kept silent. He took it and poured wine into his cup.

Ding Ling.

The doorbell rings.

Before Qingyao could recover, Gu Jingcheng had politely stood up and said, "sit down and I'll drive."

With long legs, he walked to the door of the living room and opened it.

Qingyao also gets up. Mi Rui can't come back. Qingyuan can't remember who will come here at this time.

Until I saw the tall and upright Xuanang man outside the door, his big collar seemed to be stained with cold.

"Mr. Lu, why did you come here?" was Gu Jingcheng's voice.

With obvious malice, Qingyao's heart is stiff.

Lu Shaoqiu looked at them. Gu Jingcheng returned to him with a polite smile. Qing Yao didn't look at him at all, mainly because he didn't dare. Then, Lu Shaoqiu paced in without saying a word.

He was wearing a black coat directly outside his white shirt. The dim light of the wall lamp in the porch fell on his shoulder like a thin layer of dust, and his steep and cold facial features still had no too many expressions. Faintly, his eyes were very deep.