fall in love

Lingge originally wanted to drive a sports car to pick up Wen Ciyi, but when she thought that there was another Xu Simian, she gave up this idea, and she changed to a decent car.

When she arrived at the airport, she saw Wen Ciyi walking towards her, but she didn't see Xu Simian. Wen Ciyi smiled and said, "Xu Simian and his brother are gone, I'm with you."

You don't need to think about who Xu Simian's brother is.

Lingge didn't know if she should feel lucky, after all, like being bitten by a snake once and afraid of well ropes for ten years, she didn't want to confront someone who was related to Fu Zezhou.

The two chatted and went to pick up the car. After getting in the car, Lingge looked at the warm words wearing seat belts, hesitated for a long time before saying: "Jiang Yan and I..."

"He likes you, right?" Wen Ciyi's words hit the nail on the head.

On the contrary, Ling Ge didn't hesitate anymore, and responded generously: "Yes, but I rejected him."

Wen Ci raised his eyebrows clearly: "Don't you like my brother?"

"Well," Lingge nodded casually, and she turned the car to the main road: "Also, regardless of my younger brother, Jiang Yan is not my type."

Wen Ciyi took out her phone and glanced at Lingge, and asked leisurely, "Why?"

"What and why?" Lingge was a little inexplicable, and fell into the pit of warm words unexpectedly: "If I really want to say it, it's probably too, it's not appropriate."

Wen Ciyi was silent for a while, then mentioned it seemingly unintentionally: "Fu Zezhou will also go to the Xu family's banquet today, what do you think?"

"Just go, it has nothing to do with me anyway." Lingge's heart trembled slightly after hearing this, but she still didn't show it on her face, instead she smiled and asked what the Xu family's banquet would look like.

Wen Ciyi glanced at the expression on Lingge's face, wanted to say something but pressed back due to the current situation, and finally just shook his head, and moved on to other topics.

The car drove all the way to the Xu family's mansion, and then Lingge was obviously absent-minded. She wiped on a lipstick twice, and the bright lip color became more attractive and brighter. She didn't turn back until Wen Ciyi touched Lingge Come on.

Two people walked in from the gate, one stood tall with one hand in his pocket, with a leisurely and lazy smile on his face, but he didn't seem to care about anything, his eyes were full of fakeness, and The other one has a clear face and looks like a cold bamboo, standing tall and tall in white clothes and black trousers.

Soon someone came up to say hello. It's not surprising that the warm words are not strange. Occasionally chatting with Lingge, and receiving people to talk to her about cooperation. Lingge can't stand this kind of occasion where officials and businessmen deal with each other. , with an unreal smile piled on his face, splashing into a pool of muddy water made his whole body fishy.

Ling Ge is wearing a bit too casual today, denim shorts and matching suspenders of the same color, and even her hair is simply tied up. She never dresses too formally at banquets, anyway, the result is the same, and she has to go through it again In the cutscene, Lingge didn't want to spend time on business but had to carefully prepare clothes, so he came as comfortable as possible.

She glanced at Wen Ciyi, who was still wearing a black suit, and felt that Wen Ciyi couldn't go on like this any longer. She pulled Wen Ciyi's sleeves and said seriously, "I'm very curious about one thing."

Wen Ciyi immediately asked, "What's the matter?"

"In your closet," Lingge said directly, "are there many suits of the same color?"

Wen Ciyi looked at her strangely: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Linge pursed her lips, motioning her to see the well-dressed ladies at the banquet: "Why don't you dress casually?"

Wen Ciyi was stunned for a moment, her thoughtful eyes fell on herself, and finally she said righteously: "I am the president, how can I dress as I like to meet clients?"

A question mark appeared on Lingge's head.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this, anyway, I'm used to it." Wen Ciyi took Lingge and quickly left the noisy hall, and took her outside to breathe: "Shall we talk alone?"

"It's all right," Lingge had no objection, and scanned the surrounding environment up and down, and found that most of them were lavender. She was surprised: "Eh?"

Wen Ci asked puzzledly: "What's wrong?"

"If I remember correctly, the season of lavender blooming is not now, but it's unbelievable to see so many blooming lavender at this time." Lingge pointed at the dazzling purple and said in amazement.

Wen Ciyi coughed lightly, and suddenly thought of the flower language of lavender, her face flushed for a moment, and she quietly changed the subject.

The two chatted for a while, Wen Ciyi was called away by Xu Simian, and Tu Liulingge looked at the small sea of ​​flowers boredly by himself.

There was music in the hall not far away, Lingge turned his lower body, and found that the soft and soothing light music echoed in the hall, in harmony with the elegant tone, quietly flowing into Lingge's heart.

Many young talents have already stepped onto the dance floor to the beat of the music. Lingge watched them silently for a while, watching their strong and resilient footsteps, and the lights following each step, Lingge's The corners of the lips curled up enviously,
She looked at it for a while, and was about to leave, but just as she turned around, a hand as white as jade was suddenly passed in front of her, with the smell of sea salt pouring into her nose, faint but moderate, Lingge When he raised his eyes, he met a pair of dark eyes. With his other hand behind his back, he just bent over and met her gaze peacefully, like a polite invitation.

Lingge knew who was coming at this moment just by those eyes, she turned cold, took a step back, and flatly declined: "No sir, I won't..."

Before he could say the word dance, someone pushed him unexpectedly from behind. Lingge suddenly lost his focus, and threw himself into the arms of that person. The person clasped Lingge's waist and helped After getting up with Lingge, he only lightly put his hand on Lingge's waist. Fu Zezhou approached Lingge and said in a gentlemanly manner: "Miss, the next song is about to start."

Before Lingge had time to react, he was lightly brought onto the dance floor by him, and the misty lights suddenly shone on her and the person in front of her. Fu Zezhou slowly twitched the hand that had been behind his back from the beginning, Then carefully hold Lingge's hand and interlock her fingers.

But I have to say that the two cooperated very well. Lingge's hurried dance steps caught up with Fu Zezhou's unhurried steps, which could even be called easy. But his eyes were fixed on Fu Zezhou's.

Those eyes are still dark, like the night that connects evening and day, making people unable to figure it out, but can't help but sink into it.

But Linge thought of another scene, Fu Zezhou bought the diamond ring at a high price, she couldn't help but shrink back, she still cared.

Although she knew she wasn't qualified.

No one will really love her Zuo's character, her casual heart, her easy-going way and unrestrained soul.

Lingge's lips turned pale for a moment, and after the next song fell, she hurriedly pushed Fu Zezhou away, like a princess who dropped a glass slipper at a prince's banquet, but at midnight she would turn back into that Cinderella who no one cared about .

But Lingge shouldn't be like this. She found the warm Ciyi with a smile on the corner of her mouth, but the words she said were inevitably heavy: "Ciyi, don't do this again in the future."

She seldom said such things, it might be better to say that she was afraid. She was afraid that she would repeat the same mistakes to Fu Zezhou as before, and she was also afraid that she would shamelessly go to Fu Zezhou. The above means being deliberately misinterpreted by her.

Two years ago, Fu Zezhou called her again. On the phone, she knew that Fu Zezhou did not talk about two people, and that the person in charge of the financial resources was not Yu Ying, but Yu Ying's grandfather. When it comes to financial resources, how can they bear to see that they have to pay in vain, and Fu Zezhou's grandfather and Yu Ying's grandfather are old friends from the past, and they have to help them when they are in trouble.

But not long after, Fu Zezhou's grandfather passed away, and Fu Zezhou had already taken over the Fu family's property at a young age, and helped Caiyuan tide over the difficulties. Fu Zezhou took over this hot potato because Yu Ying's grandfather's condition deteriorated, and he once held Fu Zezhou's hand in front of the hospital bed and asked him to help him save money.

There is another unfeeling request, that is, his granddaughter Yu Ying, please also take care of Fu Zezhou on weekdays.

Fu Zezhou only agreed to the first thing, but not to the latter.

He never thought that Yu Ying would do such a thing.

But Lingge didn't care about Yu Ying's affairs for a long time, what she cared about was that Bai Yueguang, but Fu Zezhou talked to her a lot, but he didn't talk about that Bai Yueguang.

That's what she's worried about.

But Linge wouldn't bring it up by herself, she would rather pretend to be confused with her understanding, and the phone call with Fu Zezhou also stopped at the end of her tired words without mercy.

After that, Fu Zezhou never called again.

The relationship between the two was completely broken at that time.

Thinking about things made Lingge have a splitting headache, and after bidding farewell to Wen Ciyi in a hurry, he fled to his home like a deserted man.

As soon as Lingge entered the door, he received a call from his mother, and the sugar-coated cannonball and the two talked for a long time before Lingge brought the business back to the topic: "Mom, it's so late, do you have anything else to say? "

"Yes." Seeing that Lingge had offered to mention it, Mother Ling also said seriously: "Mom has made an appointment for you tomorrow, so go and meet him."

Ling Ge refused: "I don't want it."

Mother Ling said kindly: "This time is a rare young talent, and Mom is more optimistic about him, so I let you meet."

Lingge racked his brains and couldn't figure out how to make it rare for his mother, who has always been aloof from the world, to call to care about his life-long affairs, so he asked, "Who is that young talent?"

Mother Ling said politely: "A child of the Fu family."

The only seedling of the Fu family is well-known far and wide, and Lingge understood it as soon as he heard it: "Fu Zezhou?"

Mother Ling responded lightly there.

"Then I won't be able to go," Lingge simply started talking nonsense: "I have a conflict with this person. Whenever I see him, I feel uncomfortable and want to vomit."

Lingmu: "...I will go with you tomorrow."

Lingge struggled and said: "Mom, have you forgotten how he was evaluated like this in the business world?"

"Among thousands of flowers," Mother Ling said lightly, "There is one last sentence that does not touch the body. Because this child of the Fu family is an only seedling, he has a lot of things on his back, including reputation, style, The government, the economy, finance, everything involved is controlled by this child alone."

"Fu Zezhou has no other brothers and sisters. Maybe the children of relatives are still in college, and the Fu family is a famous family. All these reputations have to be borne by Fu Zezhou. Sometimes, in order to choose the big, You have to give up some of your own things to benefit others and yourself. But there are disadvantages in doing so, that is, few friends around you are sincere."

"The higher he climbs up with his own ability, the more people will try to pull him down, but this kid is tough, and he is not afraid of hardship, and his calmness is unreservedly displayed on him."

"Mom has met a lot of people in her life. You can tell who they are at a glance. So far, I have only admired them, but there are only a few."

Lingge asked curiously: "Who is there?"

"Fu Zezhou, Jiang Yan, Xu Simian, Ji Zehuai," Mother Ling spoke slowly, but with firmness: "Let's go see each other, maybe you both resonate at the same frequency."

Lingge was silent for a while, and finally said in a compromised way: "Time, place."

***
When she woke up the next day, Lingge was stunned beside the bed in a rare way. The sky was bright outside, and the vehicles below were constantly flowing. She opened the window, and the crisp birdsong attacked her eardrums.

Lingge was absent-minded for a while, and finally changed into an elegant dress to meet Fu Zezhou.

It must not be because of Fu Zezhou, Lingge only noticed that Fu Zezhou had arrived when she arrived, she glanced upstairs calmly, Mother Ling was holding a newspaper in her hand, and was looking at her carefully.

Lingge: "..."

Mother Ling didn't know that she had a ridiculous relationship with Fu Zezhou.

Ling Ge took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Fu Zezhou."

Fu Zezhou is still wearing a black shirt today, he seems to be particularly partial to black, how many times, Linge has grabbed his shirt collar to find his lips.

And he would always allow her little actions with a pampering expression.

During the rest of the conversation, Lingge was so obedient. She and Fu Zezhou were like a couple who had experienced the ups and downs. Bright memories are slowly fading away at this moment.

During the meal, the two of them lowered their eyes to eat, and Fu Zezhou's skillful action of ironing Lingge's bowl made Lingge's eyes turn red, and she couldn't tell what was wrong with her.

It wasn't until the meal was finished that Lingge said generously: "I enjoyed the meal very much, thank you Mr. Fu."

"You don't need to use the official terms," ​​Fu Zezhou took Lingge out of the restaurant, and just about to continue talking, he suddenly picked up a phone call, and Lingge turned his eyes to meet Ling's mother upstairs.

Mother Ling nodded to her, and Lingge immediately said that there was still something to do later, so Fu Zezhou didn't need to send it to her.

Fu Zezhou looked at her for a while, then smiled and said hello.

Watching Fu Zezhou's car disappear around the corner, Ling Ge went upstairs to find Mother Ling.

Mother Ling calmly asked Ling Ge to sit down: "Isn't Fu Zezhou not bad?"

"It's not bad." Ling Ge replied calmly, and added: "It looks like a person who has experienced ups and downs but is strong enough to stand up."

"Isn't it?" Mother Ling's eyes flashed a trace of approval, and she said meaningfully: "But the glory of this child now has also paid a painful price."

Lingge frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"One night two years ago," Ling's mother Shi Shiran said, but she looked closely at Lingge: "Fu Zezhou had a car accident on the highway."

Lingge's heart suddenly shrank.