Eight Fresh Soup

Chapter 30 I will never go on a blind date again (1)
When I woke up, I found myself leaning against the passenger seat of a car, covered with my white ski jacket, the windows on both sides were closed, and it was pouring rain outside.

I turned around and saw Gao Jing sitting in the driver's seat looking at me.

"You're awake." He whispered.

I don't want to talk, my mind is heavy.

"How do you feel?" Gao Jing asked with concern.

I didn't speak, just stared at the rainwater winding down the car window in a daze, feeling a little chilly in my body.

"Are you okay?" He looked at me and moved closer.

I turned my gaze to him, and suddenly reached out and touched his face, his skin was so soft.

"Gao Jing, Gao Jing." I said.

"what's up?"

"Be my boyfriend for 10 minutes," I said.

He doesn't seem to understand what I mean.

It wasn't until I reached out and hooked his neck that he suddenly came to his senses. He hugged me in his arms and let me sit on his lap. I leaned weakly on his chest, feeling that I was dying. He was the only one I had. rely on.

"Are you okay?" After a while, he asked me again.

"Chai Ying, she..." I was interrupted by him as soon as I opened my mouth.

"She's dead, Moran, don't think about her," he said coldly.

"Why? Why?" I asked weakly.

"You're frightened, you need to rest now. I'll take you upstairs later," he said.Only then did I notice that his car had actually been parked downstairs at my house.

"Did she die of myocardial infarction? Did she have a heart attack? Because the fashion show was too ugly, she was scared to have a myocardial infarction?" I said in a daze.

Gao Jing laughed in my ear and hugged me tighter. I could smell the masculine scent coming out of his clothes, and I could also feel his rapid breathing and warm body temperature, but right now, I I don't have time to think about it, my mind is full of Chai Ying's pale face.

Suddenly, I thought of a crucial question. I grabbed his clothes and asked hastily.

"Did she spit on me? Did she spit on me?"

"Uh..." He seemed a little embarrassed.

"Is there any?!" Looking at his expression, I knew that there was more than good.

"There's a little bit here, I've wiped it off for you." He pointed vaguely to an area just below my shoulder, and then he smiled gloatingly, "Who told you to go to some dinner for six! This dress is Is it new? Hahaha!"

bastard!At this time, it still pokes people's sore spots!But I didn't have the energy to argue with him.I just feel that I am really unlucky, and this kind of thing will happen to me after a blind date. I decided to throw away this dress immediately after returning home.

"How did she die?" I tugged at the collar of his sweater and asked softly.

"Poisoned." He answered curtly.

"Poisoned? Did she commit suicide? Why did she commit suicide during dinner for six people?" I felt as if a ball of cotton had been stuffed into my mind, and I couldn't think of anything.

"She shouldn't have committed suicide," he said.

"Someone killed her? Why? Chai Ying's popularity has always been very good. Although she is a strong woman, her popularity has always been very good, her popularity is extremely good," I heard my mouth talking meaninglessly Wriggling, "She knows how to care about others. After I divorced, she even gave me a book to read. It was written by her. I didn't read it, but I'm sure she wrote very well, because she has always been good at writing, Moreover, she is really popular...she always cares about others..."

"Okay, okay, Moran, don't think about it, get a good night's sleep tonight." He gently stopped me from talking, and I felt his hands gently pat my waist twice.

"Her enemy is actually today's Zhang Ximin, that long-haired girl." I felt cold, and shrank back towards him. He seemed to feel my discomfort, and hugged me even tighter, his face pressed against his body. When it comes to my hair, I've never been this intimate with him, but it feels natural to me, and I'm sure he does too.

"That long-haired one, I just talked to her a few words, she speaks like a mosquito." He said.

I "giggled" uncontrollably.

"Well, yes, yes, she must have been a mosquito in her previous life." As I said, I turned my head to look at him, and found that in the dark car, his eyes were as bright as mirrors, illuminating my heart. It's clear.Damn, I cursed in my heart, you only let me guess!

"She and Chai Ying are enemies?" He asked, his tone was as soft as ice cream that was about to melt, I almost thought he was asking me, do you like me, Moran?My brain was covered for a while, only to realize that it was not.

"Zhang Ximin, um... Zhang Ximin," I was a little off, and hesitated for a while before I said weakly, "Zhang Ximin used to befriend an editor in the typesetting department, and the two lived together for a while, and then that man got along with Chai Ying again. For this matter, Zhang Ximin slapped that man in the typesetting department. I also heard from my former colleagues, and I will call tomorrow to ask about it. Then I will be able to hear the full version."

"I think you should take a good rest tomorrow. Moran." He pressed his forehead against mine and said suddenly, "Uh, why is it so hot? You seem to have a fever."

"I didn't." I struggled to say.

He reached out and touched my forehead.

"You really seem to have a fever. You should... go home immediately." When he said the last sentence, his speech speed suddenly slowed down, as if he realized that he had said something that he didn't want to say but had to say.

"You're not a doctor." I punched him angrily, thinking it's not even 10 minutes, you idiot!

He hugged me tight and sniffed my hair.

"Molan, you—you really need—rest," he said with difficulty, sighing at the same time.

I looked back at him, trying to see his heart clearly, but it was too dark in the car, and it might be because I watched too much computer recently, and my eyesight had deteriorated. I couldn't see anything clearly, so I said, "Okay."

I pushed away his arm around my waist, climbed back to the passenger seat, and hurriedly put on my ski jacket.He was looking at me all the time. I don't know what he was looking at. Could it be that I was wearing my clothes backwards?I don't think there's really anything to see, I'm not wearing it backwards, I'm fine.

"Goodbye." I smiled back at him as I opened the car door.If you don't pay the fare, you can at least give him a smile, so that you don't owe anything.

It was really cold outside the car, and it was still raining, but fortunately, the place where he parked was not far from my building.

I put my bag on my head and was about to step over the pond and head straight for it when he suddenly got off the other side of the car.

"Ten minutes haven't arrived yet." He said, and after he finished speaking, he came over and hugged me by the waist, and rushed into the building in the rain.

"You can put me down now, my legs are fine." After entering the elevator, I said to him, and now I have lost interest in continuing to linger with him.

"You're sick." He glanced at me and replied indifferently.

I kept silent, and now I also feel that I have a fever, and I don't have the strength to argue with him.

It was my cousin Jonah who opened the door for us, and she smiled rudely when she saw us.

"Are you going into the bridal chamber?" she asked.

"Shut up, Jonah! I've got a fever," I said.

"Didn't you go on a blind date?" She closed the door and followed us into my room curiously.

"Forget it, Jonah!" I choked out.

Gao Jing carefully put me on the bed, then squatted beside the bed and looked at me with concern. I didn't want to cry in front of him, so I said to him: "Thank you for sending me back, Gao Jing. You should go back .”

"You have a good rest." His hand was on the edge of the bed, very close to mine, no more than 3cm away, I could almost feel the heat coming from his fingertips, it seemed to be about to swim over and touch me His hand seemed to be waiting for my hand to be put on it.

"Thank you. Go back and have a good rest." I said politely, thinking, who wouldn't say thank you?I pretended not to see his hand.

"Then I'm leaving." A trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, but he still stood up.

"Boss, do you want a cup of tea before leaving?" Jonah asked him with a smile.

Damn cousin!Every time she has so many things.

"It's getting late, he has to go to work tomorrow." I said, this is an obvious order to evict guests, I think he can understand.

He smiled at Jonah and said, "Yeah, it's getting late, I should go."

He looked back at me again and said softly, "I'll come and see you tomorrow."

My heart moved.

So, just as he opened the door, I stopped him.

"Gao Jing." My voice was neither soft nor heavy, just right.

He turned around.

"I'm never going on a blind date again," I said.

He looked at me, tried to hold back but couldn't, and finally burst out laughing.

Although I knew he was laughing at me, I still felt comforted to see him leave with a smile.

After he left, Jonah asked me, "What happened to your blind date today? Why did Gao Jing send you back?"

At this time, I suddenly remembered what happened to me tonight, and finally couldn't help crying.

"Jonah, Chai Ying died!" I said while wiping tears, "and died on my shoulder."

It was almost 12 noon when I woke up the next day. I lazily got up, took a hot bath, and drank a cup of hot soy milk. I felt much more comfortable. After taking my temperature, I found that the fever had subsided.

Spread out on the living room table was a note Jonah had left for me.

I want to cook porridge for you, but for some reason, the porridge turned into rice in the end, so you can boil some more water yourself.After get off work today, I will bring you your favorite orange.

your sister na

(End of this chapter)