The photo froze, and Li Li exclaimed as she looked at it, "God has blessed this young lady."
Isn't it a favor?
Compared with her, Li Li's face, which was originally quite attractive, became a big plate face, almost falling out of the photo.
Li Liding didn't edit it at all and posted it bluntly: "Are you convinced?!"
In the photo, the young lady's eyes narrowed into crescents, so sweet as if she had secretly poured honey into people's hearts.
"If the wall doesn't obey you, then you will obey me"
The keyboard warriors who were jumping up and down in the main building just now suddenly stopped.
Someone else quietly raised the question, "Did the blogger get the owner's consent to post this photo?"
Li Li was stunned and silently deleted the high-definition picture again.
Jiang Xi naturally had no idea that the girl she had so eagerly sought out for a photo had actually done something like this online, sparking a small but lively discussion. In the koala's pocket in front of her, the Fruit 6 was vibrating happily.
As an unwritten rule, most service industries do not allow employees to use communication tools during work hours.
But this is Jiang's mother's phone call...
"Take it." Lu Yuan, the coffee shop boy who was greeting her, said blushingly, "The manager is a good person, he won't mind these things."
Jiang Xi then covered her skirt pocket and went to the corridor to answer the phone. It was indeed Jiang's mother, asking her when she would be back.
"Mom, I'm afraid I'll be back a little late today, you and Dad should eat first."
The coffee shop has two shifts: morning and evening shifts and a regular day shift. At Jiang Xi's insistence, Cheng Cheng only assigned her to the regular day shift, but it would be at least 5:30 when she got off work.
"It's okay. Do you want Dad to pick you up?"
Jiang Xi refused outright. Not long after she returned to her post at the door, the glass door was opened from the outside. A tall figure walked in slowly with his hands in his pockets. She raised the corners of her mouth and bowed:
"Welcome!"
The sound seemed to attract the visitor's attention. The man lowered his eyes and only saw the top of the dark chestnut hair.
"Han Chen, here!"
Jiang Xi didn't have the time to deal with her.
But Sun Ting, who was usually good-tempered, stiffened her neck and argued with the female university student. The captive "little darlings" watched the two adults bickering with tears in their eyes, forgetting even to sob for a moment, leaving only a few habitual sniffles.
"Don't make noise outside." Jiang Xi reminded.
The two of them stopped at the same time - neither of them wanted to challenge the patience and empathy of the group of beggars outside the door.
Sun Ting stamped her feet, then carefully helped Jiang Xi sit down against the wall, as if she was a fragile piece of glass.
Jiang Xi had been kindly forgotten for many years, and his heart had long been tempered into a cold and hard stone. But now being treated so carefully, this stone heart seemed as if being crawled over by a group of densely packed ants, itchy and with a bit of unspeakable bitterness.
Even the skin between their hands felt hot. Jiang Xi felt so guilty that she didn't dare to look into Sun Ting's clear eyes - after all, she was just dreaming of escaping alone.
Jiang Xi moved to the other side uncomfortably, trying to get away from Sun Ting's intimate flesh-to-flesh contact, but unexpectedly bumped into the boy's curled up body.
Scalding hot
I feel like the eggs can be steamed just by rolling them on it.
Jiang Xi quickly withdrew his hand, knowing full well that this was probably an infection caused by improper intercourse. The boy was too young to withstand such an ordeal. In his previous life...
She shook her head and found that she couldn't remember anything for a moment. It was true that after so much time, many things were still fresh in her memory, but many things had long since become insignificant garbage that had been thrown behind her mind.
"He has a fever?"
The female college student came closer, and the smell of sour food mixed with the greasy smell of long-unwashed hair hit her nose. Sun Ting unconsciously stepped back, but found that Jiang Xi acted as if he hadn't smelled anything. He sat upright, with a rare look of confusion on his face.
The little boy was lying on his back with his legs up in the air. His delicate face was flushed red and his pointed chin was resting pitifully against his collar. Jiang Xi noticed that even though the fabric of his clothes was torn by the rubbing and rolling around, one could still tell how expensive they once were. He was obviously a child from a wealthy family.
The straw mattress beneath the boy cast a heavy shadow, and sweat seeped into it.
"He's dizzy from the fever."
The female college student reached out and touched it, but there was no response for a long time.
Jiang Xi's eyes were sullen. She stood up and scooped a pot of water from the water tank against the south wall. She had no towel, of course. Her summer shirt was thin, so she used her teeth to rip her three-quarter sleeves down to a half-length. She soaked the cotton cloth in water and handed it to Sun Ting.
"Me?" Sun Ting pointed at herself.
Jiang Xi nodded.
She once raised a rabbit in Sangjia Dang. Life was difficult, and she could only chat with the rabbit. To this end, she cared for it with great care, cutting grass and cleaning the cage, taking care of every detail, raising it like her own child. But in the end, the rabbit was stewed and eaten by those barbarians. Women from Sangjia Dang were not allowed to be at the table. When she saw it, only a pile of gnawed bones remained.
Sad, but this sadness is also mixed with a bit of self-loathing.
From then on, Jiang Xi knew that when people are weak, they should not even have the right to be kind. People like her who can barely protect themselves should not have any extra conscience.
But the heart that was still beating in her chest felt like it was being fried in oil and burned, causing blisters and making her feel uneasy.
Sun Ting, oblivious to her calculations, took the handkerchief without a care in the world and clumsily placed it on the boy's forehead. Like most high school students raised in a world of luxury, Sun Ting had been raised by her parents to be lazy and ignorant. Jiang Xi watched her struggle for a long time, then, unable to bear it any longer, took over the handkerchief again.
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