Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

On the third day, she had actually recovered almost completely.

If she hadn't pretended to be sick or injured, she didn't think she would be able to stay at Cheng Ying's house for a few days.

This person looks cold, but his heart is even colder.

On the fifth day, Cheng Ying started to drive her away.

Of course, he can't speak.

Just stand at the door of the side bedroom and knock three times.

Seeing her looking at him, he pointed to the entrance of his house.

The meaning is self-evident.

Once your injury heals, it's time to go.

But she didn't want to leave.

The environment he lived in was full of dangers, and she had not yet thought of a good excuse to hand over the protective formation that Zhu Jiu had made before to him.

It was difficult to get this wary man to collect anything.

Cheng Ying returned most of the things she gave him.

Only the pen she had thrown away was missing.

Jingzhi scratched his head, feeling a little regretful.

That was bought for her by Zhu Jiu in her previous life after class, saying that the little white cat on it looked very much like her.

As a result, she threw it away on impulse.

Looking at Cheng Ying who was writing on the dining table, Jingzhi wanted to get closer but didn't dare to.

After that night, if she came even a little near him, or spoke too bluntly, he would flee out the door and would not return until late at night, when she was asleep.

Not only did their relationship not progress, she even thought that Cheng Ying only treated her as a stranger living under the same roof.

……

Listening to the endless sighs behind his head, Cheng Ying paused his pen, bit his lip, lowered his eyelashes, and then wrote a paragraph in the notebook.

She stood there for a long time, and Cheng Ying wrote for a long time.

Jingzhi waited until she became discouraged.

She lowered her arms from around her chest, took a step back, and was about to close the door when Cheng Ying put away his pen, tucked it back against his chest, pulled out a chair, and walked towards her.

Jing was stunned for a moment, a look of joy appeared on her face, and she took a small step forward on tiptoe.

Is he finally willing to approach her? !

"Aying, have you thought it through? I really..."

"Tear!"

A sudden crisp sound interrupted her words.

Cheng Ying handed over the page with densely written words.

Jingzhi was a little hesitant to answer.

In the past, he wrote but never tore up the paper.

This tearing seemed to be a bad signal, making her dare not take over easily.

She refused to answer, but Cheng Ying insisted on putting an end to it.

He forcibly pulled her hand over, tightened the paper in his hand for a few seconds, and then stuffed the paper into her hand.

Cheng Ying took a step back, pulled up the corners of his mouth and smiled at her for the first time.

Then he turned and walked to the door, opened it and left.

He had never smiled at her, but Jingzhi couldn't be happy at all.

That smile is wrong.

Like medicine wrapped in sugar.

Once you dig deep, all that's left is bitterness.

Jingzhi's heart trembled more and more.

The piece of paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Jingzhi raised his hands twice, wanting to look at it but not daring to.

After hesitating for more than ten seconds, she decided not to look at it.

Just from that one glance, she knew that there was definitely not a single word on the paper that she wanted to see.

Jingzhi folded the paper carefully again and again, stuffed it into his jacket pocket, walked to the door, took the spare key and chased after him.

She won't give up until she dies.

……

After only two minutes of leaving him, Cheng Ying disappeared. Jingzhi stood downstairs of his house, standing on tiptoe and looking around.

Holding the phone in my hand, I opened the address book, and the first one was [AAA can't get anything out of it with one stick].

It’s Cheng Ying’s call.

After thinking about it, she still didn't fight.

She had called several times before, but the call was either rejected or she didn't even get a response.

The fat man told her about Cheng Ying's habit of answering the phone.

Knocking the microphone twice means, "Okay, I agree, that's fine."

Knocking the phone three times means, "No, no, he refuses."

But he refused to even answer her phone.

It's very annoying.

Jingzhi swiped down the address book, and when her finger touched Zhu Jiu's phone number, her heart suddenly ached.

She could no longer hear his gentle and low voice, and she was reluctant to delete his phone number...

In order to prevent herself from being overly immersed in memories, Jingzhi pursed her lips and scrolled down. Her finger touched the taxi driver's phone. Just as she was about to dial, two rapid horn sounds suddenly rang in her ears.

Jingzhi took her eyes off her phone and looked across the street.

The fat man stuck his head out from the driver's seat and waved at her with a smile, "Sister Jingzhi!"

Jingzhi raised her hand to block the passing car, indicating that she wanted to cross the road.

The car slowed down, she shouted thank you, and ran over quickly, "Do you know where your brother Ying went?"

Fatty: "I heard Sister Ling went back to the countryside, and Brother Ying just set out to bring her back."

Halfway through his speech, he pointed to the empty passenger seat next to him and asked, "Are you going?"

Jingzhi walked around the front of the car, opened the door, got in, fastened his seat belt neatly, looked ahead and said:

"Let's go. You reserved a seat for me and came to find me. Didn't you just want to take me with you?"

"Hehe, I think you are a good person. If Brother Ying doesn't want you, would you consider me?" As soon as the fat brother finished speaking, he touched his flat head and laughed, as if he also felt that what he said was too ridiculous.

"You're actually quite good." Jingzhi smiled lightly, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it over, "If I hadn't fallen in love with him, maybe I would have considered you."

The fat man, who was just joking, suddenly darkened his eyes, took the cigarette from her hand and tucked it behind his ear, "Honestly, you are really nice."

Jingzhi closed the lid of the cigarette box, raised her head slightly, looked at the sky through the front window of the car, her eyes a little blurred.

"What's the use of being good?"

He doesn't like it.

Fat Brother was speechless for a moment and thought of Cheng Ying.

To be honest, as a man, he probably knew what Cheng Ying was thinking.

It's just that I feel I'm a mute and not worthy of her.

Sometimes, it is not a good thing for a man to have too strong self-esteem.

Cheng Ying rarely stays at home these days. He either goes to the base camp or stays in the office of the ballroom he manages.

The fat man was afraid that Jingzhi would be completely disappointed, so he went to Cheng Ying's house every day these days to bring her some food and fruits.

He knew that she didn't smoke.

But both he and Brother Ying smoke.

So she always carried cigarettes and lighters with her. No matter how many younger brothers came to Brother Ying's house, she would give them cigarettes without saying a word.

So even though her words and actions were relatively decent, her cheerful and talkative personality gradually conquered him and his younger brothers.

……

The car started to move. It couldn't drive fast in the downtown area. The fat man guessed that Cheng Ying should not have left the city yet, so he was not in a hurry.

As he drove, he casually asked her, "How is your gunshot wound recovering?"

If they had agreed, would Fatty tell Cheng Ying?

Jingzhi touched his left arm, his eyes flickering, and his voice began to weaken and soften, "Uh...it should take some time."

"Heh." The fat man laughed.

"Don't worry, I'm always very good at judging people. I absolutely support you in pursuing Brother Ying. You don't have to lie to me."

"Thank you so much." Jingzhi touched his nose and handed him another cigarette. "The wound has scabbed over. Just take good care of it."

"Don't tell him." She added emphatically.

The two younger brothers behind him chuckled. Jingzhi felt a little embarrassed, his ears red, and he handed the cigarette to the fat man again.

The fat man took the cigarette, tucked it behind his other ear, and said jokingly:

"Don't pass it to me anymore. I can only hold two of them in each of my ears."

……

Jingzhi turned around and gave a cigarette to each of the two younger brothers sitting behind him.

With a click, the lighter was activated.

The fat man immediately gave her a cold look and said, "She doesn't smoke, and secondhand smoke is not an option. From now on, don't light anything when she's around."

The guy who lit the cigarette shrank his neck, gave Jingzhi a wry smile, lowered the car window, and threw the cigarette out.

After a pause, he said, "Next time, put out the cigarette before throwing it out to avoid burning others."

Younger brother: "I know, I know."

The fat man smiled and said, "Are you trying to educate all my brothers to become three-good citizens?"

Jingzhi was slightly stunned, then turned back with a faint smile, but her tone was very serious:

"Aren't three good citizens good enough?"

"Fatty, have you ever thought about how long you can do this?"

"The police will find out one day."

The fat man's smile froze. When talking about such a serious topic, his craving for a cigarette came back.

He rubbed his index finger and thumb against each other on the steering wheel, thinking for a long time before slowly asking a question from the bottom of his heart:

"If I don't do this, what else can I do? I don't have a degree or any skills, so no one wants me to work there."

Jingzhi: "No matter what you do, having a clear conscience is always the most important thing."

The fat man was secretly surprised.

Brother Ying seemed to have discussed this topic with him before, and Brother Ying's thoughts were almost exactly the same as what she just said.

I have no regrets, Brother Ying has written about this several times.

It was precisely because of these four words that Cheng Ying, in order to repay his gratitude, stayed with Lin Wei and helped him look after the dance hall for six years.

Now, because of these four words, Cheng Ying is finally going to follow his heart and leave them.

"Sister Jingzhi, to be honest, you and our Brother Ying are a good match. I will help you persuade him." The fat man said with some emotion.

The three views of these two people are extremely similar.

Jingzhi raised her eyebrows and laughed at the other party, saying that he was cunning and knew how to change the subject.

The fat man was a little confused about his future, but how could he lose face in front of his subordinates?

He just laughed it off and got away with it.

The fat man pointed to the black car waiting at the traffic light in front and said to Jingzhi:

"It's Brother Ying's car. He's the only one in there. Do you want to take a ride?"

Jingzhi bit her nails and hesitated again.

If she went forward, he probably wouldn't even open the door for her. Then she would be locked outside, and would be laughed at by people on the street, including the fat man and the others.

But she was unwilling to go.

Fatty: "I'll help you?"

"Ah?" Jingzhi immediately turned to look at him, "How can I help?"

"How can I help? Oh, just leave it to me."

The fat man showed her the cell phone in his hand and called Cheng Ying.

After just a few seconds, the call was picked up.

The other side knocked twice lightly.

Jingzhi started to pout, wondering why he didn't answer her call so quickly.

She didn't dare make a sound, and even slid under the chair, for fear that Cheng Ying would suddenly turn around and see her.

The fat man looked at her with amusement, tilted his head, clamped the phone, and raised his voice, "Brother Ying, our car is right behind yours. We have four people here, and the back seat is a bit crowded. Can we share one of them with you?"

Cheng Ying didn't suspect anything and tapped his phone twice.

The fat man raised his eyebrows proudly at Jingzhi, then said to Cheng Ying: "Okay, pull over a little ahead, and I'll ask someone to follow your car."

After two knocks, the other end hung up the phone.

The fat man raised his phone in front of her and waved it, "Okay, I'll pull over too. You find the right moment and get in quickly. If you hesitate for even a second, you won't be able to get in—"

He unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door and got out. With a big stride forward, Jingzhi directly opened Cheng Ying's passenger door and sat in.

Seeing Cheng Ying's surprised look, Jingzhi waved at him with a smile while buckling her seat belt. "Good morning, Ying. I'm the one who was picked up here. What a coincidence."

Cheng Ying: ...Fatty, you traitor!!!

Everyone was already in the car, so in order not to waste time, I had to take her with me.

Cheng Ying turned his head and looked straight ahead, started the car, but felt confused.

How can she still laugh?

Didn't she read what he wrote?

Or is her heart just that big?