The waiter came over to tell Zhou Mian that he had already paid the bill. Zhou Mian just paused for a moment, his expression expressionless, no emotion visible: "Oh."
Zhuomian took a look at the bill, picked up his phone, seemed to be recalling something, and entered a string of account numbers.
Shi Wang's voice was as soft as drizzling rain, and his already hoarse voice became even deeper, as if it came from his chest: "What happened yesterday."
Without even looking up from his phone, he input his password and asked indifferently, "What happened yesterday?"
Shi Wang felt bitter in his heart, still not daring to think about how sad she was at that time. Looking at her feasting in the sun, he asked, "Are you still angry?"
His phone screen lit up, but he didn't notice.
Zhumian acted as if he had nothing to do with her and said calmly, "Why are you angry?"
Shi Wang said in a gentle voice: "It's okay."
However, daytime sleep just returned to the state of not wanting to have any deeper involvement with him.
Shi Wang looked at her. She was sitting in the sun, the golden morning light shining all over her. Her thick black hair shone with patches of golden luster. She had a small face with pure white and beautiful appearance. Without makeup, she looked less mature. She had a small face, a cute nose and eyes, a slight redness at the corners of her eyes, and her eyebrows and eyelashes were clearly visible, giving a feeling of being very close to her.
Like a pure white camellia that has just sprouted.
Even when Shi Wang was just looking at her, there was an unstoppable smile in his eyes.
When Xiao Mian noticed his gaze, he said coldly without even looking up, "Move your eyes away, dog."
Shi Wang couldn't help but smile even more and said obediently, "Yeah."
But even if he lowered his head to look at his phone, he would be happy as long as he thought that the person opposite him was taking a nap.
Moreover, today is Mid-Autumn Festival, and the person dining at the same table with him is the one he likes.
Zhuomian ate slowly for more than half an hour, and Shi Wang stayed with her the whole time. He didn't move his chopsticks much, as he was so busy accompanying her that he couldn't think of anything else.
Zhou Meng squeezed lemon juice on the vegetables and asked ruthlessly, "Are you full?"
Shi Wang saw her talking to him and said softly, "I'm full."
Xiaomian said in a cold tone: "Then you have your own things to do."
Shi Wang didn't understand what she meant, but he looked at her with eyes so tender that tears seemed to come out of his eyes.
This disgusted Xiao Mian. She picked up a piece of beef with her fork and said, "I can't eat if you sit here."
Shi Wang suddenly realized what was going on, but he didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay here with her: "I have a gift for you."
Zhuomian didn't even glance at him: "No."
Shi Wang said, "You will want it."
He pushed the briefcase in front of her.
I just felt that he was incomprehensible when I was sleeping.
Shi Wang advised: "This contains the chat records between Zhang Ying's assistant and the marketing account from two years ago, about how to discredit You Xiaomeng."
Zhuomian immediately put down his fork and opened the document bag eagerly to look at it.
It was a thick stack, containing not only chat records but also transfer records. In the chat records, Zhang Yingfang was discussing his words with the other party, trying to figure out how to quietly guide the public to believe that You Xiaomeng had framed him because she had failed in seduction.
Zhu Mian gripped the paper more and more tightly, her eyes turning red.
Witnessing the countdown to your friend being slaughtered is nothing short of torture.
That's how Xiao Meng died.
There were more than a hundred pages in total, and I finished reading them all during my day nap. I had already forced myself to calm down: "How did you get it?"
Shi Wang truthfully said, "I searched various platforms for news about You Xiaomeng from two years ago, found the marketing accounts that posted the news, and contacted them one by one. One of the public accounts that had already faded away got back to me that night. I'm afraid they were trying to make a final profit, so I got this evidence."
Zhou Mian had a clear distinction between gratitude and resentment. It was true that she hated him, but this evidence was too important to her. She lowered her voice and said, "Thank you."
Shi Wang poured her a cup of barley tea and handed it to her: "I don't know what I can do to make it up to you, I hope this can help you."
Shi Wang's pupils were like glass in the sunlight, a clear black rather than a thick cover, with the gentleness of the morning light.
Zhuomian didn't want to have a deeper conversation with him. Topics that shouldn't be discussed were fine to talk about when she was emotionally broken, but she didn't want to get involved now.
She changed the subject and asked, "Where did you bring that fox back?"
Hearing her actively trying to find a topic, Shi Wang's mood was like the dust in the sunny air dancing, and he was as excited as an elf: "I found it when I was a child. What's wrong? Do you want to come to my house to take a look?"
Xiaomian ruthlessly cut off his thoughts: "No, I want to raise one too."
Shi Wang was a little surprised, but he took the initiative to take the responsibility, wanting to show off in front of her: "I'll see if I can help you contact other fox sellers."
When Zhuomian heard this, he wanted to negotiate with him: "No need, it doesn't have to be a fox."
Just find a kid to keep company.
After all, she had never felt so isolated and helpless before.
When Zhu Jiang was not there, there was Xiao Meng; when Gu Qingxu did not appear, there was Zhu Jiang.
But now, whenever she feels lonely, she doesn't even have anyone to talk to. If she has a pet, she can take a walk with it. Although it can't understand what she says, at least she won't be so lonely.
When he was sleeping, he took out a tissue to wipe his mouth. Shi Wang asked softly, "Are you full?"
Zhumin stretched and didn't answer him.
Shi Wang couldn't help laughing.
Her sweatshirt was too big for her thin arms, and when she stretched, the sleeves slid down her arms a little, like a small animal caught in a large sack.
She picked up the file bag and left without paying any attention to him, but he followed her happily.
As I walked out of the restaurant door, I saw a car speeding past, running over a little yellow dog, and knocking it directly to a place not far in front of the nap room.
The car didn't even stop, as if it hadn't been hit.
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