Chapter 67: Triangle Back then, someone was jealous of even the dorm manager...
A triangle is stable, but the emotional connection between the three people may not be.
Shen Qianshu straightened his chest and pulled in his stomach, folding his arms across his chest. He scanned Fang Qingzhuo, who was sitting opposite him, with a sharp gaze from top to bottom. He thought Fang Qingzhuo was rude, had no sense of propriety, and had no sense of time. He was a presumptuous and pretentious man.
Fang Qingzhuo, who was being stared at, focused his whole attention on Luo Shu, while Luo Shu's attention was focused on the latte art.
It could be at the door of a bar, or along the street, but she never expected him to appear at the cooperation table with the client.
Thinking of the ring on his finger, everything made sense. Asking his ex-girlfriend to plan his wedding was something he could do.
Putting on a generous smile, she pulled out a tablet from her bag and displayed it. "Mr. Fang, this is one of the excellent projects our company has created. If you have any requirements or preferred styles, we can tailor-design a unique wedding for you, and all the background materials are custom-made."
Shen Qianshu kept scrutinizing her, but a fatal question rang in his heart: How did she know his last name was Fang?
Fang Qingzhuo was not very interested in other people's weddings. He placed his left hand on the cup and unconsciously rubbed the ring on his middle finger. Unfortunately, Luo Shu also saw his little action.
"Are you asking about my personal preferences?" Fang Qingzhuo noticed his movements from the look in her eyes. He paused, clenching his fists. "I'm henpecked, so I listen to my wife."
Luo Shu was stunned by this name, and her thoughts suddenly went back to the night of the social gathering when they looked at each other's WeChat names and notes. Fang Qingzhuo was like the client, asking her not to use disgusting nicknames like "husband".
"Then why didn't you come with us today?"
She controlled herself from imagining who his fiancée was, as it was not within her jurisdiction or concern, but Fang Qingzhuo did not do as she wished.
"You're eager to see her?"
Luo Shu was briefly stunned by the question, then clenched her fists and adopted a businesslike attitude: "Of course, I've designed many wedding scenes. For girls, a wedding only comes once in a lifetime. They yearn for it, they are sure of it, and they imagine and describe it countless times in their youth. It doesn't have to be luxurious or grand, but it must be treated with care by both parties, and the most satisfactory expression of gratitude can be achieved within limited conditions. Or is it that Mr. Fang is stubborn and still can't learn to think from his partner's perspective, selfishly thinking that his lover's opinions and thoughts are completely unimportant?"
Every word was well-reasoned and every sentence was impeccable, leaving the teacher speechless.
The square table fell into a continuous dead silence, and Luo Shu, who had caused the deadlock, wanted to ease the awkwardness. She picked up the coffee in front of her as if she was thirsty. At first, she just sipped it slowly, but then her speed increased significantly. The coffee cup was soon empty. Shen Qianshu pushed his cup away and pulled out a tissue to wipe the white foam from her mouth considerately: "I didn't touch my cup much, you drink it."
Fang Qingzhuo seemed to have just discovered the existence of this person, and responded curiously: "This is... Could he also be a designer for your company?"
"You sell water pipes, who cares about me?" Shen Qianshu was already dissatisfied. "Before you manage others, can you learn how to manage your worthless shifty eyes first?"
"That's right." Fang Qingzhuo smiled, his lips curved, but the smile didn't even reach his eyes. "Anyone who can't even afford to order a new cup of coffee is definitely a homeless person."
After accidentally poking the lung tube, Shen Qianshu took a breath and took advantage of the situation to make a comment: "Oh, you are so curious about my identity, then I will mercifully tell you that I am her hired bodyguard, a black belt in Taekwondo, who specializes in dealing with disgusting and wretched men like you."
Then, someone on the other side said simply, "Sure enough, people with a bad heart see everything as dirty."
One is an aggressive attack, the other is a calm counterattack.
Shen Qianshu leaned back in his chair, leisurely changed his tactics, and retorted: "Some people are just too superficial. Are they too old to keep up with the latest trends? They can't even get the basic ways of flirting."
Although the two are only two years apart in age, there is a qualitative difference in their dressing style. Chen Qianshu likes big brands and matches them cleverly, while Fang Qingzhuo is the opposite. He does not like the monotonous pure colors of logo brands, especially his deep eyebrows and eyes, which are the ups and downs brought by experience. It feels inexplicably that they are not in the same age group.
Fang Qingzhuo cursed silently in his heart. He dared to compete with him in flirting methods in front of Luo Shu. He was really showing off his skills in front of Guan Gong and overestimating his own abilities.
"Really?" He turned to Luo Shu, "I believe you have more say in this matter."
He was answered by the harsh sound of a chair leg dragging on the floor.
"Excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom."
Like a deserter, Luo Shu threw away her weapons and hid in the washbasin, frantically washing her sweaty palms. She had clearly washed them clean enough, but why could she still feel the dense stinging pain? It was like those memories that should not have been stored, but why did they remain motionless after pressing the delete key, leaving only troubles.
After a long pause, when I went back, I saw Qingzhuo standing sideways above an archway. I wasn't sure if it was intentional or a coincidence.
Luo Shu pretended not to know this annoying passerby, glanced at him politely and walked straight ahead. When she was about to pass him, a strong arm thrust across the wall and stopped her forcefully.
"Mr. Fang, please respect yourself."
"What self-respect do you have? What do I have to respect myself for?" Fang Qingzhuo disagreed, and his face was as thick as before.
"You're about to get married, do you still need me to remind you again?" Luo Shu stared at him with an expressionless and stubborn face, a sign of getting angry.
Somehow, Fang Qingzhuo felt that her angry look gradually filled the gap of these five years.
"You are unhappy, I can understand that you are jealous."
"I didn't." Luo Shu denied loudly.
She admonished herself to stay calm and tried to negotiate a second time, but heard his light-hearted narration again.
"Back then, someone even got jealous of the dorm manager."
Luo Shu immediately frowned in displeasure: "Fang Qingzhuo."
It had been a long time since he heard her call his name like this, and Fang Qingzhuo's originally melancholy black eyes turned into joy.
"I am here."
"You're wearing your wedding ring to block your ex-girlfriend. Does your fiancée know?" She glared at him fiercely, then stared at his ring and spat at him casually, "I feel so sorry for your fiancée."
Fang Qingzhuo used a roundabout way to say, "A ring? If you want it, I can give it to you."
The irritation and disgust that had been accumulating in my heart suddenly burst out.
"Fang Qingzhuo, you bastard."
Compared to the polite Luo Shu, Fang Qingzhuo preferred the lively Luo Shu at this moment. She was adorable. Even though she cursed him with vulgar words, he was indescribably happy. So he decided to stop teasing her and said, "I'm not getting married. I don't even have a fiancée. As for the ring."
He lowered his arm that was leaning against the wall, took off the ring and revealed the inner part of the ring. Two letters were engraved on the smooth inner wall, which were misleading abbreviations.
Luo Shu raised her head, her dark eyes flickering slightly under the overhead light, with a mixture of suspicion, assessment, and fluctuation. Fang Qingzhuo was much simpler than her, and just looked at her seriously.
"I've been waiting for you, Luo Shu."
Looking at the face so close to her, listening to his casual words that expressed his true feelings without any lies, Luo Shu felt a mixture of emotions that she couldn't explain.
The angle of his lowered eyes and the color of his pupils seemed to have never changed.
This scene made Luo Shu a little dazed.
Although he was born with a pair of cold and thin eyes, God gave him a gentle mole that could weaken the look, making him look particularly affectionate when he was filled with her.
"Fang Qingzhuo." He laughed coldly. "Actually, I really wanted to interview you. How did it feel when I stood you up? What are your thoughts on that?"
Fang Qingzhuo didn't expect that she would bring up the past at this critical moment. His eyelashes fluttered slowly. She left silently and unclearly at the beginning. He was angry and hated her. He was angry that she pretended to let it go, and he also hated that no matter how many choices he made, they were all insignificant and fleeting in her mind.
But his logic was very self-consistent. He was determined to get Luo Shu. In the long river of time that had been wasted, he gradually understood the truth: porridge should be cooked slowly over low heat. He was willing to slowly grind down Luo Shu, this tough nut to crack. The lesson from the past was that too much is as bad as too little. He should not tie her too tightly. She was scarred and it also cost him most of his life.
It was a pity that these heartfelt words could not be expressed, as a mad bull with red eyes rushed over with murderous intent and inserted itself between them in a provocative posture.
Shen Qianshu protected Luo Shu behind him and glared at Fang Qingzhuo with his nose: "Luo Shu, is he bullying you?"
The look on his face was as if he would dare to give Fang Qingzhuo a hard time if Luo Shu just nodded.
"No." Luo Shu didn't want to cause any trouble at the moment, so she grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "Qian Shu, let's go back first."
Before leaving, Shen Qianshu raised his index finger and pointed it at the man's gloomy face: "Stinky boy, I warn you, don't mess with her."
After returning, Luo Shu insisted on paying the bill. Shen Qianshu couldn't resist and went out to drive and meet the scoundrels outside. In front of the parking space outside the coffee shop, Fang Qingzhuo looked at the street scene in the distance, put one hand in his pocket, and repeatedly crushed the corners of the cigarette box in his pocket.
Shen Qianshu looked at it with disdain and passed by the Cullinan in front of him. Even if he couldn't recognize the car, he could recognize the dent caused by the scratches.
This world is really small.
Never missing any opportunity to mock: "Tsk tsk tsk, what an unexpected disaster, how come it only hits so little."
Not wanting to be outdone, Fang Qingzhuo also squinted at the short, squat Supra. "It's really not easy. It's so unpleasant to only dare to drive out at night."
In the interval of tit-for-tat, Luo Shu walked towards them. The little kid playing skateboard on the sidewalk rushed around without any sense of importance, completely ignoring the living person. Fang Qingzhuo was quick to grab Luo Shu's arm and dodge.
Luo Shu was forced to fall into Fang Qingzhuo's arms. She didn't react for a long time, perhaps because she was still in shock. She was stunned in the embrace of Shui Shengtiao. It was an intimate act that neither of the two parties had noticed. This scene was seen by Shen Qianshu. He was jealous and sulked. While he was angry, he didn't forget to tell his little brother to be careful next time.
After pulling Luo Shu back to a safe distance, Fang Qingzhuo still didn't let go: "Although it's not my wedding, I did come here for the wedding. Can you add me on WeChat?"
It is not difficult to hear the element of pleading in the tone of negotiation.
"Let go first." Luo Shu looked away and didn't look at him.
Shen Qianshu also reminded angrily: “I told you to let go of your claws, but you don’t understand what people say?”
Fang Qingzhuo stubbornly ignored him, took out his phone with his other hand, opened the QR code, and repeated, "Is this okay?"
The message notification sounds of the work contact group bombarded one after another at inopportune times. Forced by the situation, Luo Shu scanned the code as he wished, and Fang Qingzhuo also let go as she wished.
"I send you."
"Get in my car."
The invitation was almost unanimous.
Just one glance and the two people on opposite sides started to argue in the street without caring about their image.
"What's wrong with you? You don't do anything that has anything to do with people. Have you ever looked in the mirror before going out? Have you ever measured your own weight?"
"I'll treat you the way you are. Don't take advantage of your mental problems to do whatever you want and destroy the city's appearance."
"Fuck, I've put up with this pretentiousness of yours for so long."
"I've been putting up with you for so long."
There were so many gossiping looks on the street, and Luo Shu was too tired to play house with them, so she waved to stop a taxi and quickly got away.
In this situation, Shen Qianshu had no intention of fighting anymore and wanted to chase the person, but at this moment, the traffic police came to the door with a clear purpose and went straight to Shen Qianshu's modified car.
Fang Qingzhuo was watching from the sidelines. Seeing that the plan had been achieved, he adhered to the principle of not pursuing a desperate enemy, threw up a look of "take care of yourself" and climbed into the car, started the engine, and pointed a finger from inside in a timid manner, truly opening fire at full force.
In front of him was the arrogant exhaust fumes of the Cullinan, and behind him were the law enforcement officers who were conducting strict inspections and taking endless photos. Shen Qianshu immediately understood everything and laughed out loud in anger. This was really a rip-off.
At the long red light, Fang Qingzhuo took the time to pick up his phone, contentedly exited the reporting page and opened Luo Shu's circle of friends. He scrolled down and found that there were not many updates, not as frequent as when he was in college. In the past, it was all nagging, but now it's all work.
What a dedicated baby.
There are 10 seconds left on the red light.
It doesn’t matter, we have a long way to go.
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