follow my heart

"No," Meng Buqing shook his head and said unmoved, "If you want to go back to the hotel, I'll take you there."

Song Wenyi lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "Then I can do whatever I want."

She deserved to be frustrated, with a downcast expression on her brows and eyes.

Meng Buqing could tell, but she didn't intend to coax her.

Her calm attitude, which seemed to be that of a bystander, made the people around her suddenly afraid to do anything else.

A boy came over to toast, "I'm leaving later, I made an appointment with my friend to sing a few days ago, and it's almost time."

Before he left, he wanted to have a few drinks with Meng Buqing.

Meng Buqing moved the cup away and didn't drink.

She rested her cheek on her hand, glanced at him from under her long eyelashes, and said teasingly: "You are really a matchmaker drinking wedding wine, one after another."

"Hahaha!"

Several people laughed together and continued to play what should be played.The atmosphere at this table is still very good.

Meng Buqing had a slight smile on his face, and the rotating lights of the bar reflected in his eyes, making him look independent and confused.

During the time she was waiting for her mother to call, she didn't take the initiative to talk to Song Wenyi.

Just watch her quietly.

Soon, Xiao Anqiao sent a message saying that he had arrived at the door of the bar.

Meng Buqing greeted them roughly, half supported Song Wenyi, and walked out quickly.From a distance, she saw her mother pushing the door to get out of the car.

A black Audi, which is rarely driven, is the most expensive car of the Xiao family.If it was someone else, Xiao Anqiao would only ask Meng Buqing to send him to a taxi, and it would be impossible to pick him up in person.

It was obvious that she liked Song Wenyi.

"Are you having fun?" Xiao Anqiao went out in a hurry, her face without makeup was slightly swollen, the lines of wrinkles were blurred by the dim light, and she looked much younger than usual.

Her sweet questioning posture is like the sister of two little girls.

Song Wenyi, who was drowsy from drinking, immediately stepped forward and hugged her shoulder affectionately, "I'm not happy, she won't let me drink~"

The long ending sound is sweet and greasy.

The night wind ruffled her hair, and a few strands of her hair stuck to her shiny pink lip gloss.

"Hey," Xiao Anqiao helped her smooth out her long hair carefully, her eyes were curved, and she smiled without the slightest gesture of an elder, "She is fierce. So what should I do, go home with auntie, and auntie will give you a drink."

"Good good."

Song Wenyi raised her face and smiled at her foolishly.

The headlights of the black Audi behind him were flashing, and the scene was like an old film film.

With his hands in his pockets, Meng Buqing stood tall and thin in the night.He just lowered his head and stared at the long shadow in front of him, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Finally waited for their "mother and daughter" to finish warming up.

Xiao Anqiao helped the person onto the co-pilot, helped him fasten his seat belt, and then raised his face and asked, "Do you want me to take you back?"

"No, I'll play for a while."

"Okay, pay attention to your time and safety," Xiao Anqiao walked around to the cab, and said, "Don't worry about Yiyi."

Meng Buqing smiled: "I'm not worried."

Song Wenyi was very fond of Ms. Xiao Anqiao when she was a child, she was obedient, clever, and quiet.

It was at that time that she disliked other people's mother would not dress her up and dress her in a petty way.But the attitude of disgust is also intimate.

Now Song Wenyi's cuteness is still there, but her appearance and demeanor have changed, and she has become a fashionable daughter with famous brands.I can act like a baby, and I can go shopping with my mommy.

——It was simply the ideal daughter that Xiao Anqiao dreamed of.

Even with her eyes closed, Meng Buqing knew that she would be happy to take care of her.

"..."

She watched the car drive away, took out her mobile phone to call a taxi, and was about to go home.

—

In the past few days, when Meng Buqing brought Song Wenyi to the classroom to observe, Zuo Xiaoyun always sat with her roommates.She didn't feel anything at first.

Today Song Wenyi was not here, Zuo Xiaoyun immediately sat down again.

Meng Buqing noticed it, turned his face and smiled and asked: "Don't you like my little boy?"

"Ah? You mean Song Wenyi? I don't dislike her."

Zuo Xiaoyun refuted quickly.

"You don't like her," Meng Buqing said decisively, "otherwise you will ask me why I think so, instead of directly denying her."

"Not without……"

"What's the matter, you've always been talking to me straight before."

Zuo Xiaoyun was a little hesitant, murmured, and still chose to be straightforward: "It was the way she looked at me when I was sitting with you. To exaggerate, it made me feel that I stole her boyfriend."

Under her gentle and well-behaved appearance, there is a strong possessive desire for Meng Buqing.

Meng Buqing was silent, she has always been a relatively slow person.

Zuo Xiaoyun hurriedly said: "It may be my illusion. I have been reviewing recently, and I got trigeminal neuralgia from reviewing. It may be too sensitive."

Meng Buqing raised his hand to press the center of his eyebrows, feeling extremely annoyed.

She has long passed the age when someone likes her and she is secretly happy. She has always had a clear attitude towards her suitors: either be friends or get out of the way.

It's neither fair nor fair.

Who made them insist on liking her.

But for Song Wenyi, this special little girl, Meng Buqing couldn't treat her coldly.She really wanted to renew her childhood friendship with her. If Song Wenyi liked her that way, it would only make the relationship extremely awkward.

Meng Buqing lowered his head and knocked his forehead against the cold wooden table.

He waved his hand and said, "I want to think about life in this class."

"Are you going to meet Duke Zhou?" Zuo Xiaoyun joked about her behavior, and then said seriously, "I won't disturb you."

So Meng Buqing fell asleep happily.

Go to bed first when you encounter difficulties.

With red marks on her face, she raised her face blankly after hearing the bell rang: "Is school over?"

"Well, you can really sleep." Zuo Xiaoyun packed her bag, took Meng Buqing's bag naturally, and helped her pack things, "I'm going home."

Meng Buqing remembered the problem that was on her mind before going to bed.

She swallowed, took out her phone in fear, and was relieved when she saw that she hadn't received any news from Song Wenyi.

I opened Moments casually and saw Xiao Anqiao's update half an hour ago:

[Guomao's SA thinks Yiyi and I are sisters/smiles/smiles/smiles]

The accompanying picture is a group photo of two people.

It turned out that I went shopping.

"That," Zhang Ming suddenly walked up to her, holding a dark blue box in his hand, and asked Meng Buqing with a shy smile, "This is the first thing I bought for my internship salary, you can... "

"You went to practice so early?" Meng Buqing's eyes lit up, and she knew at a glance that it was jewelry with a price of [-] yuan. She was dozing off and couldn't find a pillow, "Yes."

She took it from Zhang Ming, stuffed it into her bag and said, "Then I'll go first."

Although I don't think Zhang Ming is worthy of Song Wenyi, it's perfect for her to pass on this gift.It just so happened that Meng Buqing could naturally send a hint to Song Wenyi.

She really has no affection for her other than a friend.

Meng Buqing bowed his head and sent a message to Song Wenyi, reporting to her that a boy in the class asked her to help bring something to her today.

Ask her when she will be back at the hotel.

Song Wenyi replied quickly: [I have already checked out of the hotel, and now I am living with my aunt. ]

Meng Buqing: [Your aunt?or mine? ]

Song Wenyi felt that she had interrupted the sentence on purpose, so she couldn't help but smile.

Typed reply: [I live with your mother, Bijiayuan's apartment, do you know the address? ]

Meng Buqing wrinkled her nose, thinking that she barely remembered the address.

It's a long way from here.

Meng Buqing sighed, said goodbye to Zuo Xiaoyun, and hurried to the subway station in a hurry.She still wants to go home for dinner today.

The subway changed two lines, and I still needed to take a taxi to get out of the subway. Finally, I arrived at the gate of this quiet and high-end community.The house is indeed beautifully built, but it is a pity that it is in the wilderness, and the property fee of the community is not cheap.

It's really suitable for an expensive wife like Xiao Anqiao who has nothing to do.

Meng Buqing wanted to go in, but was stopped by the security guard with a serious face: "You don't have a card, and you don't have the owner's permission, so you can only wait at the door."

"..."

It was getting darker.

Meng Buqing sent a message to urge Xiao Anqiao, thinking that it would happen soon.Who knew that they would drive back from the city center and catch up with the evening rush hour, and they would have to stop and wait at almost every intersection.

After more than half an hour, they were still far away.

Meng Buqing had no choice but to send a message to Ji Wan, telling her that Ji Wan had something to do and would not go home for dinner.

She ordered a takeaway and squatted at the door of the security room to eat.

The posture is particularly like that of a worker.

In the guard's room, the security uncle watched happily through the glass: "Little girl, why don't you come in and sit and eat? The wind outside is uncomfortable."

"It's okay, Uncle."

Meng Buqing doesn't stick to trifles, and the appearance of grilling rice is chic and at ease.

The uncle thought for a while, then walked out with his sleeves rolled up: "What do you mean to give as a gift? If it's not expensive, let me let them take it by themselves?"

"Okay," Meng Buqing originally wanted to hand it over to Song Wenyi, but after waiting for so long, his patience was exhausted, and he felt that there was no difference between what he said in person and what he said in the news, "They should be back soon, thank you, uncle .”

She took the box out of her bag.Thanks again and again to the security guard.

Throw the clean box lunch into the trash can and take a taxi home.

—

Meng Buqing got into the taxi and began to regret it.

Forget that it is still the evening rush hour, taking a taxi is really not as good as taking the subway.It's a bit of a road, stop and go, it's better to get on the elevated road.

The car drove to the gate of the community and stopped.

Meng Buqing got out of the car, walked straight back, and saw a familiar figure downstairs from his house in the distance.

"Zhang Ming? You are here like this." Meng Buqing's tone was strange.

"They said I should take you home," Zhang Ming finally waited for her, with a faint smile on his face, "I didn't have time to react before. So come here now, I want to tell you, and I will accompany you back in the future House's."

Meng Buqing frowned and stared at him in disbelief: "What medicine did you take wrong?"

She opened her mouth, but was interrupted before she could say anything.

"I know you have a crush on me, it's okay, I'm not in a hurry," Zhang Ming pursed his lips and smiled, with confident confidence on his face, he said softly, "Anyway, you've already taken my ring."

"..."

The speechlessness in Meng Buqing's heart surged to the extreme, and at the same time, he suddenly realized.

There is another feeling like a stick in the throat.

I looked down, but there was no new news.

I thought to myself, don’t use a rhinestone-branded ring to court the eldest lady wearing real jewelry and be rejected, and if you are unwilling to catch me to touch porcelain!

Meng Buqing thought so.

She suppressed the irritability on her face, and the habitual words of rejecting people around her since she was a child came to her lips: "You misunderstood, I don't mean anything to you, I just treat you as a friend. Continue to be friends or delete each other when you figure it out, I can do both."

Zhang Ming was obviously stunned: "I'm not... I didn't say that you accepted my gift, you must mean to be with me."

Meng Buqing sighed: "I thought it was for Song Wenyi, I just went to get it for her."

Zhang Ming restrained his smile, and asked puzzledly: "Why did you mention Song Wenyi? I added her contact information only because she is your friend, and there is no other meaning."

The expression on your face while chatting with her doesn't look like you're not interested in her.

Meng Buqing sneered, raised his eyebrows, but saw Ji Wan not far away with a paper bag in his hand.She looked like she was going to go upstairs after shopping.

Looking at it quietly.

Meng Buqing suddenly lost his patience and said to Zhang Ming, "I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Leave that sentence behind and want to leave.

But the other party grabbed the sleeve, "Don't...don't think I'm threatening you with a gift, you can keep that thing as long as you like."

"I told you it was a misunderstanding, can I not afford that thing myself?" Meng Buqing clapped his hands away irritably, and said coldly, "Or you can send me the receipt directly, and I will transfer the money to you."

Zhang Ming also understood at this moment that he was pretending to be sentimental.

His self-esteem was frustrated, and he couldn't help but speak a little more seriously: "You take it, it's not that I can't afford to give this thing."

After the words fell, he turned around and left angrily.

Meng Buqing looked up and found that Ji Wan hadn't gone upstairs yet.

She kept watching from a distance.The conversation between two people can definitely be heard clearly.

Meng Buqing walked over in silence.

Thinking about the scene just now, from the perspective of a bystander, it must be particularly ugly.If you want to match the words, it must be some kind of green tea blackmail gift and the man came to the door...

She wanted to explain that she never gave him that kind of hint, let alone took a gift that she shouldn't have.

But could not speak.

Fear.I'm afraid that if I say it, Ji Wan will feel that she is a bitch and a stand-up.

What they experienced in high school at this moment, what they said behind their backs, flooded into their minds.

Meng Buqing lowered her face, she had never been so flustered and inferior.I wished I could have someone chase me over and scold Zhang Ming immediately.

Also, Song Wenyi may like herself, but she has to face the helpless situation of completely losing a friend.And, the powerless situation where I have a crush on Ji Wan but can't get a response.

In an instant, it flooded into my heart.

"..."

"Why are you crying? It's not your fault."

The woman's fingertips gently rubbed against the skin under her eyes.Meng Buqing realized that she was crying.

—

The two returned home in silence.

Meng Buqing went into the kitchen to wash his hands, and noticed with a glance that colorful vegetables and leaves were piled up in the trash can.It should be green vegetables, half-baked and wrapped in oil.

There were also charred egg chunks on the side.

She looked up at the spatula that seemed to be just cleaned, and suddenly wanted to laugh again.No wonder Ji Wan deliberately went downstairs at seven or eight o'clock to buy some fast food.

It turned out that I tried to cook and failed.

How can someone scramble eggs with vegetables and fail to scramble...

Meng Buqing turned off the tap, her messy thoughts calmed down, and her mood improved a lot.

She shook her hands casually, too lazy to pull out a tissue.

When he came out, he helped Ji Wan get a can of Coke from the refrigerator, opened it, and handed it to her.

"Why are you eating alone?" Meng Buqing stared at the things she took out of the paper bag, and asked with a smile, "You still buy a set meal for two?"

Ji Wan paused lightly with her hands, but without raising her eyes, said in a low voice:

"I'm afraid you haven't eaten yet."

These words made Meng Buqing's eyes shake, and his heart softened in a mess, "It's hard for you to remember me."

"..."

"Take care of me like that?"

Ji Wan turned her face away and didn't speak.

"Why don't you talk..." Meng Buqing couldn't help muttering, "I asked you a few days ago, but you didn't answer."

Ji Wan: "What did you ask me a few days ago?"

Meng Buqing: "Ask me what kind of person you like."

"You can change your answer."

After a few seconds of silence, Ji Wan suddenly raised her eyes, looked straight at her, and said softly.

Meng Buqing's lips moved, as if she was about to laugh.

Easy to answer?

Okay.do you like me.

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I recommend you to go to Kangkang's "As She Wishes" is really good, I watched it all afternoon... (.)