After the hairdresser finished cutting Xie Qian's hair, the shop was filled with flattery, with everyone praising Xie Qian for being so handsome, but Xie Qian began to have doubts.
Perhaps, the decision to get a haircut at the last minute was a mistake. As the saying goes, "a haircut will make you ugly for three days." Now Xie Qian just doesn't like his new hairstyle.
However, there was no more time left for Xie Qian to make corrections.
The cut hair cannot be reattached, and you can't just go to the mall and buy a wig to wear.
Tonight is too important. A perfectionist like Xie Qian will never be late.
After coming out of the hair salon, Xie Qian called the restaurant again to make sure that the table was reserved as agreed, that the dishes were correct, and that there must be a small vase of roses on the table!
The restaurant manager was a little nervous.
"Are you proposing? If so, we can help you arrange a live band~"
“…It’s not a proposal.”
Do you want a live band?
Forget it, it’s too exaggerated, Wen Ying probably won’t like it!
Before Xie Qian left, he did not forget to send a text message to Wen Ying, saying that he had already set off.
"I'm leaving too. The restaurant you found is in a good location, so we'll arrive at about the same time."
A smile appeared on Xie Qian's face.
Now that you have made the decision, you should not back down.
He got in the car and wanted to take a look at the beautifully wrapped gift box from time to time.
——I hope the hamster will like the gift he gave.
Of course, it doesn’t matter if they don’t like it. They still have a long life ahead of them, and he will give his hamsters many different gifts!
Wen Ying was also afraid of being late, so she deliberately went out early.
There was no traffic jam at all today.
Wen Ying arrived earlier than Xie Qian.
The waiter led her to the table reserved by Xie Qian. There was a milky white lace tablecloth and a gorgeous red rose in a simple white porcelain vase.
Xie Qian did not book the entire restaurant, and there were other guests, but the table where Wen Ying sat was surrounded by several empty tables. It was foreseeable that no matter what Xie Qian wanted to say tonight, it would be relatively quiet here.
Wen Ying sent a text message to ask Xie Qian how long it would take to get there, and Xie Qian replied, "There are still two more intersections."
Xie Qian was sitting in the car, which was waiting for the traffic light.
As soon as he sent the text message, Xie Qian's phone rang.
This number, why didn’t you call earlier or later, but now?
After hesitating for two seconds, Xie Qian finally answered the call.
"The DNA test results are out. Sample 2 and Sample 1 are not related as parents, but Sample 3 and Sample 1 are related as parents—"
Xie Qian was very disappointed when he heard that Sample 2 and Sample 1 did not have a parent-child relationship. Then he was told that Sample 3 and Sample 1 did have a parent-child relationship. Xie Qian immediately sat up straight.
At that moment, the red light at the intersection turned green. Just as Xie Qian's car started, a small truck on the opposite side ran into him at high speed as if it had lost control.
Bang.
Due to the violent collision, Xie Qian's cell phone flew out, and both the man and the car were spinning around. The last thing Xie Qian saw was the broken gift box beside him.
The white velvet gift box was stained with crimson.
What a pity.
The gift hasn't been given and he hasn't confessed his feelings yet.
When his consciousness became blurred, Xie Qian seemed to see Wen Ying opening the car door.
Wen Ying took his hand and they both ran forward.
Just like the summer vacation three years ago, the two of them were hiding from security at the Chengdu Conservatory of Music, running hand in hand through the corridors and across the playground.
The wind blew through Xie Qian's hair.
His girl, holding his hand, ran through the colorful youth.
…
Dining room.
Soft music started playing.
The waitress, with a look of envy, gossiped with the head manager, "So the customer did order a live band, right? It wasn't a proposal, but he made such a big fuss."
Not only did they invite a band, they also booked half of the restaurant, so it wasn't too noisy but also not too deserted.
The manager warned the waitress not to gossip about the guests.
Wen Ying, who was envied by the waitress, couldn't help but look at her watch several times because of nervousness, and she felt inexplicably irritated in her heart.
Wen Ying took out her cell phone and called Xie Qian, but the voice prompt said "The number you dialed is turned off", and Wen Ying's irritability turned into palpitations.
——Xie Qian won’t turn off the phone at this time!
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