Meet again

"What kind of tattoos do killers usually get?"

Zhou Min, who clicked on every text message to check it out because he was afraid of missing out on important information, finally lost his patience and said, "Middleman, I didn't chat with you about business."

"Foolish" was surprised: "Ah, don't you need to maintain your customers?"

Zhou Min used his last bit of patience to explain: "Dear, generally speaking, assassins don't have returning customers."

"Foolish" misses the point: "Oh, then I'm your first returning customer."

「Lack of Mind」: “I’ve been a bit too idle lately, and it’s been boring.”

Zhou Min kindly suggested: "If it really doesn't work, just find a class to attend."

-

"You mean your aunt asked you to start working at Zhou's?" Zheng Siying flipped through the documents and asked the other person who appeared in her office without raising her head.

Zhou Qiting relaxed her usually upright posture and leaned softly on the sofa in Zheng Siying's office. She supported her forehead with her hand and hummed softly.

Hearing this, Zheng Siying paused turning the page and looked up in surprise: "No wonder you've been coming to me so often lately. Are you seeking refuge here?"

"I told Mom I was here to study business management with you. If she asks, you know what to say, right?"

While Zhou Qiting was talking casually, he picked up his phone to respond to the invitation from the girl he met in the bar two days ago.

"Do you think I can tell the truth?" Zheng Siying crumpled up the scrap paper at hand and threw it at the person on the sofa, saying angrily, "Go to the lounge next door. Your carefree aura is affecting my work."

Zhou Qiting raised his hand to catch the paper ball, weighed it in his palm, smiled, raised his phone, and said, "I have something to do, so I'll leave first. I won't disturb Mr. Zheng from working."

In the elevator, Zhou Yiting looked up boredly at the numbers on the LCD screen decreasing one by one.

Until the number showed "1", Zhou Yiting, who had just taken two steps, was bumped head-on by a person in a hurry. Her chin hit the other person's nose bridge, and her lipstick rubbed onto the other person's eyebrows.

"you--"

Zhou Qiting frowned slightly, lowered his head with annoyance, and was caught off guard by a pair of sparkling eyes. The girl in front of him had her eyelashes half-covered because of the pain, and tears were in the corners of her eyes.

"hiss--"

The girl's straight nose turned red, and her originally tightly pursed crimson petal-shaped lips opened slightly, and she took a breath of cold air.

She first raised her tearful eyes and glared at Zhou Qiting, knowing she was in the wrong. Then, while rubbing the bridge of her nose with her right hand, she reluctantly said, "I'm sorry."

A blooming rose on the back of the girl's hand attracted Zhou Qiting's attention. The thorns wrapped around the flower ran along the wrist and into the cuff of her shirt, making people unconsciously want to find out what was inside.

At that moment, Zhou Yiting felt a flame ignited in her heart, burning her throat.

After a moment, she withdrew her gaze from her cuffs and looked directly into the girl's dark brown eyes.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Yiting, who was hit, was not angry at all at this moment. Instead, he was concerned about the girl in front of him.

"Something's up," the girl muttered, covering her nose. She raised her jade-like chin slightly, motioning Zhou Qiting to look at the elevator behind her, which had already closed. "I'm going to be late for the interview."

Zhou Qiting finally arrived at Zheng Siying's lounge. She pulled out a wet wipe from the coffee table drawer, tore open the package, folded a corner, and carefully wiped the lipstick mark from the girl's forehead.

I also got a box of pain-relieving gel from Zheng Siying. I unscrewed the lid, picked up a little with my ring finger, and applied it on the girl's nose bridge.

Only after the ointment was evenly applied and absorbed did Zhou Qiting speak softly: "I've explained the reason to the HR department for you. You can go for the interview later."

Hearing this, the girl's lips curled up slightly, her eyes filled with smiles, and she apologized sincerely again: "I'm sorry, I was the one who bumped into you just now, and I'm sorry for bothering you to help me apply the medicine."

Zhou Qiting looked at her intently with her bright eyes and asked playfully, "Then how do you want to compensate me?"

"If you have time tonight," the girl paused and blinked slowly, "I'll treat you to dinner as an apology."

Then she tapped her chin with her slender knuckles and lowered her eyes in thought: "As for the thank-you gift, I haven't thought about it yet."

"Then tell me your name, as a token of my gratitude." Zhou Qiting politely extended his right hand toward her. "My name is Zhou Qiting, what's yours?"

The girl did not return the handshake. Instead, she put her right hand behind her back and raised her left hand to gently pinch Zhou Yiting's fingertips in response.

"Didn't you see my name when you handed over my resume and portfolio just now?"

The tingling sensation spread from her fingertips to her heart little by little. Zhou Yiting's breathing stagnated unnaturally for a moment. For the first time, she heard her own heartbeat.

She did see that the name column had the girl's name printed on it: Wu Min, but she only glanced at the work experience below and knew that it was a very beautiful resume.

She took a shallow breath, tilted her head and smiled gently: "I want to hear your personal introduction."

The time was almost up. The girl did not follow Zhou Qiting's meaning and did not answer directly. Instead, she stood up and walked to the door, holding the door handle to open the door and go out. She looked back before leaving.

"If you want a nickname," the girl said with a playful smile, "then you can just call me Xiao Min."

-

Zhou Min was not possessed.

It was purely an accident. Today was really a pure accident.

The target of the order that was previously taken over has a long-term cooperation with Zhenbang Group. The target will come to Zhenbang Group for meetings from time to time. This is the best opportunity for Zhou Min to get close to the target.

In order to get this job at Zhenbang Group, combined with her past experience with this identity, she created a sweet girl persona for herself this time. For this purpose, she specially got her hair extended, permed and dyed, and even put on light makeup before going out.

Who knew that when he arrived for the interview on time, he would encounter Zhou Qiting, the blind man, standing at the elevator door. Zhou Min angrily picked up the remaining rice grains in the bowl with his chopsticks and put them into his mouth without leaving a single grain.

Today's meal was scheduled at a local cuisine restaurant near the Zhenbang Group headquarters. Zhou Min saw it and wrote it down on the way here. She didn't bother to check the reviews on the review software, but it was surprisingly good. The environment was clean and the dishes were authentic, which suited her taste very well.

It would have been better if I hadn’t eaten with Zhou Qiting.

At this moment, Zhou Qiting naturally didn't know what Zhou Min was thinking. The corner of his lips curled up into a charming smile, but not charming Zhou Min, and his eyes fell on Zhou Min's right hand holding the chopsticks.

"Your tattoos are beautiful."

"Thank you." Zhou Min accepted the compliment calmly, but his left hand slowly clenched under the table, his nails digging deeply into his palm, using pain to exchange for reason.

Still loving to praise people as always, Zhou Qiting.

I once used this look and tone to praise Zhou Min's beautiful eyes.

Thinking of this, Zhou Min's eyes dimmed slightly.

Zhou Yiting didn't notice the man's uneasiness and asked, "Can I see your complete tattoo?"

"Not this time." Zhou Min answered without thinking.

"Why?" This time? Zhou Qiting took it for granted that Zhou Min wanted to meet her again. "Will there be a chance in the future?"

Why? Stupid, of course it's because my muscular arms don't fit my current persona. Zhou Min lowered her eyes, her tea-soaked lips forming an elusive smile. She only answered the latter question: "Maybe."

Maybe the chance will come on the day we die together.

When Zhou Min was checking out, she took her phone out of her bag. Zhou Qiting noticed a box of peach-flavored gummy candies in her bag and asked curiously, "Do you like peach gummy candies?"

Zhou Min stared at the box and thought for a moment before uttering two words: "General."

Zhou Qiting thought she was afraid that she would think she was childish, so she tilted her head slightly, looked at her with affectionate eyes, and said with a smile: "She's very cute."

For a moment, Zhou Min felt that Zhou Qiting was actually quite pitiful. Looking at the person who hated her to the core with this expression, was it like winking at a blind man?

Blind Zhou Min decided to ignore Zhou Qiting's words.

-

After politely declining Zhou Yiting's request to take him home, Zhou Min took the subway alone and returned to his newly rented one-bedroom apartment.

As she entered the entrance hall, for the first time she was too lazy to even put her shoes properly in the shoe cabinet. After taking off her white canvas shoes, she put on her slippers, took two steps forward at a time, and fell on her back on the single sofa in the living room.

So tired.

Socializing is tiring, acting is tiring.

It's so tiring to suppress the urge to poke the tip of my chopsticks into Zhou Qiting's heart while eating.

Boring bastard, annoying bastard.

After a long time, Zhou Min, who had silently repeated "I hate Zhou Qiting" a hundred times in his heart, turned over dejectedly, reached into his bag and took out the tin candy box, opened the top lid, picked up a cigarette with his middle and index fingers, and lit it in his mouth.

The tip of his tongue accidentally rubbed against the filter, and he tasted the remaining frosting in the box. Together with the acrid smoke he slowly inhaled, it created a hint of bitterness in Zhou Min's mouth.

Zhou Min stared blankly at the ceiling light in the living room until her eyes were dry and tears welled up spontaneously. She then closed her eyes and let the tears slide from the corners of her eyes and fall into her hair.

On the coffee table, the newly bought cell phone vibrated. It was a message from Zhou Qiting: "Did you get home safely?"

The contact information was added before dinner. Zhou Qiting was so familiar with the contact information that even the extremely vigilant Zhou Min could only reluctantly show the QR code.

One more reason to hate Zhou Qiting.

Grabbing his phone from the coffee table, Zhou Min stared at the screen with tears still lingering in his eyes. He wanted to say, "What do you care?", but his fingers still tapped against his will: "Yeah, I'm home."

I didn't ask whether Zhou Qiting had arrived home safely. The fact that he could send a message proved that he was still alive.

Thinking of this, Zhou Min's originally expressionless face broke into a cold smile, followed by a light sneer.

But you must live to see the day when you can fulfill your promise, Zhou Yiting. Even if you didn’t fulfill the first promise, you should at least fulfill the last one, right?