Chapter 2 08.12 / My fiancée’s eyes are cold…
Chu Song was startled.
Because his eyes were too aggressive, his brow bones were very high, his nose bones were as high as his brow bones, his eye sockets were very deep, he looked a little like a mixed-race person, his eyes were deep, and he looked straight at her without bias.
Chu Song immediately realized that it might be because his behavior of staring at someone just now was too impolite, so the other person looked back at him in a "proper" manner.
But after sitting for a while, she felt something was wrong. She was no longer looking at him, but the man was still looking at her.
Two seconds later, she wanted to look up to remind the other person, but the man withdrew his gaze at this time.
The convenience store staff pushed the door open and came out. Their tone was very friendly, unlike the coldness they had just used when they spoke to her.
"Mr. Fan, the hot Coke you ordered is ready."
Hot Coke??
Chu Song, who was chewing some preserved fruit, was surprised. He was actually drinking hot Coke? Wouldn't that mean it was flat?
She couldn't control her hands. While biting the biscuit, she searched on her phone for the best place to drink hot cola.
I searched for a while but couldn't find anything. The only dozens of notes on a red APP all said that they tried it on a whim and it was very unpalatable, so unpalatable that they almost vomited the food they had eaten the day before.
She sniffed lightly and put her phone away.
After finishing a bag of preserved fruits and half a bag of biscuits, she checked the time, got up to pack her things and prepared to leave. Just as she threw the bag in her right hand into the trash can, she noticed that the man on her left was looking at her again.
She felt a little strange and subconsciously turned her head to look over, meeting the man's gaze again.
This time, she finally saw it clearly.
The waiter who had just come out to deliver Coke turned on the lights on the terrace. The light was brighter than before, and she could see the man's pupils clearly. They were a deep brown-green color, and under the refraction of light, they looked like precious emeralds.
Although it was good-looking, it was a bit scary for such a handsome man to have such eyes and keep staring at her.
Chu Song looked around. It was a dark and windy night, and there were few people in this place. For safety reasons, she decided to leave early and reunite with the main force.
She took a deep breath, ignored the man's gaze, turned around, cleaned up the garbage on the table, threw it into the trash can, picked up the phone and bag she brought with her, and left the convenience store.
When I walked down the terrace, I heard the sound of the convenience store door opening again behind me, and the wind chimes rang. It seemed that the clerk came out.
"Mr. Fan, what you want..."
Chu Song didn't hear the man surnamed Fan's reply.
It was the same when he was sitting there just now. When the clerk handed him the hot Coke, he didn't seem to respond at all.
In the summer, it gets dark late. When she came, it was still daylight. Now it is almost eight o'clock and it has become completely dark.
This wealthy area has good greenery, but there are very few people.
The road is wide and covered with dense vegetation. There are only bird sounds on both sides, no human voices.
Chu Song became more and more scared as he walked. After thinking about it, he decided to call Wen Yao.
Wen Yao had just gotten home from get off work and was washing rice in the kitchen when she received her call. She held it against her shoulder and said, "Hello?"
"Where are you?"
"Just got home," Wen Yao replied, then asked her, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just asking."
"oh oh."
Chu Song walked forward: "Didn't I sign up for a tour group today? I visited two attractions. The afternoon attraction was near the wealthy area I told you about before."
Wen Yao put the rice washing basin on the sink: "Yeah, I know."
"I just had some free time. I came to a nearby convenience store to buy something to eat. Now I'm walking back."
"Then what."
Chu Song glanced around and confessed quietly, "There's no one on the road, and it's dark. I'm a little scared."
Wen Yao knew that Chu Song was timid. When she was in elementary school, a naughty boy in her class told a ghost story, and she was so scared that she dragged Wen Yao to the toilet with her for a month.
"It's okay. We are materialists. There are no ghosts in this world. I'll chat with you for a while and then I'll be back soon."
With Wen Yao around, Chu Song felt much more at ease. He quickened his pace and chatted with her: "I just bought some groceries at the supermarket. Two packs of biscuits, a pack of preserved fruit, and a bottle of juice cost a staggering 270 yuan."
Wen Yao's voice rose: "What??? How much???"
“Two hundred and seven,” Chu Song muttered quietly, “It’s really expensive.”
Wen Yao: "It seems that the online travel guides are still deceiving people. Didn't they say that the prices there are just generally high? This is not just generally high, it's extremely high."
Chu Song agreed softly, "That's right."
"Will you be staying there for long?"
"I kind of miss it. The scenery here is beautiful and it's really comfortable to live here."
“What if the money runs out?”
"So I'm thinking about finding a part-time job. There are a lot of wealthy people here, and the city has a high demand for artistic talent. I studied design, so I think I can take on some private work like I did before."
Taking private work doesn't require her to work in the office, so she has more free time. Moreover, it is related to design, which she likes, so she is not so averse to it.
At this point, Chu Song remembered: "I just met a man outside the convenience store. He was very handsome."
That person was indeed a bit too good-looking. Since they were just chatting, Chu Song couldn't help but share: "You know, his eyes are brown-green, a bit amber, a bit dark green. This is the first time I've seen someone with eyes this color."
"Did you take any pictures?"
"No, it's not nice for me to just take pictures of other people."
And his personality felt weird. Chu Song thought of the way he looked at her just now and shuddered unconsciously. She didn't know if it was because of his eye color, but it gave people a very sharp feeling.
Wen Yao shook her head, her tone very regretful: "What a pity."
It was already past ten o'clock that night when Chu Song returned to his residence. He had gotten up too early in the morning, took a shower, and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. He did not realize that his wallet was missing until he woke up at noon the next day.
There wasn't much money in it, but there was her ID.
She first searched the room, then contacted yesterday's tour group, and went to the restaurant and gift shop she had visited yesterday at noon, but still couldn't find it.
It was seven o'clock in the evening and I was about to go to the police station to report the loss, but suddenly I remembered that I also brought my wallet when I went to the convenience store to buy things last night.
I searched on the map for a long time and called the convenience store's headquarters. After more than half an hour, I finally got the convenience store's work phone number.
After making a phone call and explaining to the clerk for a few minutes, I finally found my wallet.
After checking the ID card information and confirming that it was hers, the other party asked her when she would go to pick it up.
It was getting late and she didn't want to go to such a remote place. After thinking about it, she made an appointment with the other party to pick it up tomorrow morning.
The next morning at ten o'clock, she took a taxi to the convenience store. The staff in the store was different from the one she called last night. When she said she wanted to withdraw her wallet, the other party insisted on confirming her identity information.
Chu Song showed him the ID card photo on his phone: "Look, this is my ID card. It's me."
The clerk glanced at it and said with a hint of arrogance: "You can forge it, but how do I know if this photo is real or fake?"
"How could it be fake?" Chu Song frowned as he stood in front of the cashier. "Why would I lie to you about this? This is really my ID card."
The clerk, dressed in a white and blue work uniform, ignored her words.
Chu Song took a breath and tried to continue communicating with him: "Besides, I called yesterday, and the staff member has confirmed the information with me, confirming that this is my wallet. Or you can call him again?"
"His phone is unreachable. It's normal working hours now, or you can wait outside and I can deal with your matter after get off work."
It's only 10am now. How long do we have to wait for him to get off work?
Moreover, this extremely expensive supermarket was deserted, and perhaps not a single customer would come in half an hour.
Chu Song calmed down and continued to reason with him: "Or do you need me to provide any more proof? My identity information can also be seen on my payment app."
“What if it’s forged?”
"No," Chu Song explained patiently, "and the surveillance cameras in your store should be able to see that it was my wallet that I dropped."
"I'm not sure if it's your wallet. I don't have the right to access the surveillance footage."
This is simply a question of "which came first, the chicken or the egg?"
This clerk was really arrogant, and his attitude was even worse than the one she had received the night before when she came to buy cookies.
The clerk was at best aloof and had a bad attitude, which was indeed a bit embarrassing.
Chu Song was really a little angry. He took two deep breaths and didn't notice the sound of the wind chimes behind him.
She calmed down, leaned on the cashier, opened her mouth, and tried to argue again: "Then what do you say..."
"Mr. Fan." The clerk changed his tone, with a hint of imperceptible flattery, and bowed behind her.
Chu Song heard the familiar name, turned around and saw the man he met here the night before.
He was wearing an off-white shirt with soft fabric and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his strong arms. Seeing Chu Song looking at her, his gaze also fell on her for two seconds, his eyes were cold and without warmth.
"Mr. Fan, how can I help you?" The clerk bowed again.
This supermarket is only open to this area, and there are only a few people coming here on weekdays. They are the "breadwinners" of this store, and the staff can even remember who they are.
Seeing the clerk turning away from her and fawningly "greeting" another customer, Chu Song gave up, knowing that the clerk would ignore her in the short term and she would not be able to get her wallet back.
She was discouraged and took a half step to the side. Then she heard the man's hoarse voice: "Give it to her."
"What?" The clerk was confused for a moment. "Mr. Fan, you mean..."
The man was well-educated. Although he looked a little impatient, his tone didn't show much: "Give it to her. I saw her lose her wallet."
He would say this as if her negotiation with the clerk had affected his purchase.
The clerk was stunned, then opened the cabinet at the front desk and took out Chu Song's wallet. A little embarrassed, he explained, "So it was someone Mr. Fan knew. I didn't know. Our store has strict requirements, so I didn't return the wallet to this lady in time..."
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