Zhang Moyan didn't dare to reply to Sasa's WeChat message immediately. She couldn't explain what she was afraid of. Two hours later, she guessed that the phones of the senior high school students must have been confiscated, so she slowly replied with a smiley face.
Sure enough, after I sent the message, there was no response from the other party.
Feeling relieved, Zhang Moyan then swiped the screen with her fingers and read the crazy girl's words again, no, several times.
"Sister-in-law"—these two words brought Zhang Moyan immense joy and comfort. Even though it was a false happiness for her, it was hard for her to say that when she hesitated again and again and finally sent the autographed photo to Sasa, it was not just for the word "sister-in-law."
On the night of their breakup, Xiao Xingyu said, "If you push me away today, you'll never think of me again in your life." She really tried to obey him, but it didn't work. She would miss him, terribly, as if from the moment they broke up, her brain had developed a function that allowed her to live and work normally while thinking about him all the time.
When Zhang Moyan was preparing to break up, she was worried about whether she would regret it. Later she realized that she regretted it right away. Even though she knew it was the right thing to do, she still regretted it every day.
I have asked myself hundreds of times, is there really no better way to deal with this?
This hopeless emotion tortured her. Beneath her calm exterior, she was filled with sadness all day long. In the end, she could only do this action with the least impact and no significance even if it was known to others, in order to retain a tiny connection with the person in her heart.
She didn't know what kind of psychology this was. If she really wanted to figure it out, she would probably find it difficult to explain.
After reading "Sister-in-law" for twenty minutes, Zhang Moyan's brain stopped working. She stared at a word search for a long time but couldn't figure out how to call up several different headers. She simply gave up, looked up at the clock on the wall, and prepared to walk all the way to Zhang's house to kill the remaining time.
There was a dinner party tonight, so there was no need to bring the computer back. Zhang Moyan found a paper bag and put all of Jin Xueyang's takeout in it. She carried it out of the office and walked along the sidewalk towards Zhang's house.
The sun at four o'clock in the afternoon is neither hot nor dry, and the hustle and bustle of traffic on the road does not affect the urban men and women who are relaxing and chatting under the shade of the trees in the cafe.
Around the corner, a new flower shop opened at the intersection. Inside the white, wood-framed glass room, vibrant flowers bloomed in profusion. Inside, a beautiful, graceful proprietress, wearing an apron, stood before a vase, concentrating on arranging flowers. Soothing music drifted from the shop, and sunlight streamed gently through the windows, enveloping her and the surrounding flowers in a veil of gold.
Zhang Moyan paused and stared through the window for a long time, remembering Xiao Xingyu's suggestion that she quit her job and open a flower shop for her, and how not all women like that...
Indeed, many women dream of owning their own small business, most often a coffee shop, flower shop, clothing store, or beauty salon. So far, she's only met one high school classmate who's mentioned opening a hot pot restaurant. As for opening a business, Zhang Moyan had never entertained such a romantic but unrealistic dream. She knew Zhang Feng and Huang Qin's expectations of her: finding a regular job, so opening a business had never been a part of her life plan.
It's just that at this moment, she really wanted to be the owner of a flower shop.
Beep beep——
Two car horns blared behind her. Zhang Moyan turned around and saw the familiar Aston Martin with its window lowered. Eric leaned over from inside the car and greeted her, "Moyan, what a coincidence. Where are you going? Let me give you a ride."
Zhang Moyan immediately stood still with her feet together like a good student meeting her homeroom teacher, and reflexively shook her head to refuse: "No, no, it's not on my way."
Eric smiled and said, "Do you know where I'm going? Why isn't it on the way when I start talking?"
Zhang Moyan: “…”
Eric sighed slightly: "This is the third time you've refused my offer to send you off. I feel like I'm embarrassed."
Eric has always given people the impression of being steady and mature, but at this moment he suddenly showed a hint of relaxed humor, which Zhang Moyan was a little uncomfortable with.
"Come up, I don't have anything to do today..." Eric considered it for a moment and didn't tell her that he wanted to invite her to dinner. "I have time to take you wherever you go."
Zhang Moyan may have some issues with her emotional intelligence, but her IQ is still online. How could she not see Eric's repeated thoughts, and how could she let it develop further? She felt it necessary to make things clear, so she no longer refused, opened the car door, and got in.
After telling Eric the address of Zhang's house, he started the car, and Zhang Moyan asked frankly: "Director, do you want to pursue me?"
Eric almost stepped on the brakes. He had lived in China and abroad for so many years and had never heard anyone ask this question. He was caught off guard for a few seconds, and then said frankly: "Yes, I'm sorry that you asked so directly, so I can only confess to you on this occasion. Yes, I admire you very much, and I think I have made it very clear..."
Zhang Moyan looked at Eric. The man faced the problem in a very Western way, but his face turned red from his ears to his hairline and cheeks when he spoke.
This was a young man leading the media industry, a Yale returnee. While not particularly striking in appearance, he was incredibly energetic and possessed the aura of a scholar. From the time they had known him, he seemed to be a truly aspiring and upright young man without bad habits. She had also heard that this young man was the target of many ambitious women in the upper echelons of the Shenhai community.
But facing his confession, Zhang Moyan felt that her heart was still beating steadily, without any fluctuation. She even wondered what would happen if someone else came.
She thought she was beyond cure.
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