Shi Wang took off his gloves, was silent for a moment, and said with effort: "I'd better let me take you there. It's too late and unsafe."
Before Xiaomian could say anything to refuse, a member of the club accidentally dropped his cell phone under Shiwang's desk, making a loud noise.
The member, his hands covered in cream, quickly said, "Senior, I dropped my phone at your place. Can you help me pick it up?"
Shi Wang was stunned for a moment. He heard the sound, but he didn't know which direction the phone fell.
And in the second he was stunned, Zhu Mian calmly bent down and picked up the phone from Shi Wang's left. He walked over and handed it to the member, as naturally as if the member was calling her: "Here you go, keep it."
The club member quickly wiped the cream off her hands with her apron and said, "Thank you, Senior."
Zhuo Mian looked back and glanced at Shi Wang vaguely. There was no emotion in his eyes, only scrutiny, and he took a step to leave.
Shi Wang's face was calm, but there was a barren grassland in his heart. Because of someone, the wildfire began to burn and it was growing ostentatiously bit by bit.
He alone knew.
He hurried to catch up, but he could no longer see the figure of the sleeping man. He wanted to go forward.
A voice sounded faintly: "Shi Wang."
I looked to the right rear, but there was no one there.
The next moment, Xiaomian calmly walked from the left rear to his right side of vision: "This is for you."
Shi Wang saw the cake in her hand, which had a simple drawing on it. The little man in the drawing looked exactly like him dressed today.
Shi Wang's Adam's apple rolled as he thought of Gu Qingxu's cake. His dark pupils seemed to look into his own: "Give it to me?"
Xiaomian said calmly, "A worker at a workshop just asked me to give it to you."
She said nonchalantly, "Girls."
A faint sense of disappointment filled his heart. Shi Wang said to Xiao Mian, his voice still gentle: "Give it back to her."
Zhuo Mian's expression didn't change at all, and he replied calmly, "Okay."
Before she turned around, she suddenly stopped and looked back at Shi Wang: "What is our relationship now, are we just friends?"
Shi Wang's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Zhu Mian had the same feelings as him, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "At least we are friends."
Zhuomian felt it was a bit ironic, but her smile seemed so calm and relaxed.
So this is how I can be his friend.
In two weeks you can be his friend, but in two years you are just dust in his eyes.
Only now, when I stand in a different position, do I realize how worthless it was.
She let out a breath.
It's really not worth it.
Shi Wang seemed calm and said, "I'll take you back."
The wind lifted his clothes, and his tall and slender figure became more solid in the wind.
Zhu Mian smiled, but it was not a smile, with a hint of sarcasm: "I'm afraid of causing misunderstandings."
Shi Wang suddenly said, "It's possible that we're not friends, but we can have other relationships."
Zhumian looked at him feeling a little funny.
Shi Wang's eyes were fixed.
Zhuomian put his hands in the pockets of his jeans and looked at him with narrowed eyes.
What kind of train of thought is this? You don't think that just because we are not friends, we can avoid misunderstandings.
Just then, Zhu Jiang drove downstairs and saw Zhu sleeping upstairs. He stuck his head out of the car window and called out, "Big Buddha, I'm here to take you back to take charge."
Zhumian glanced down, then looked at Shiwang, and smiled distantly: "Sorry, my friend is here to pick me up, no need to see me off."
Sometimes I feel as if I have lost something.
Zhuomian returned to the workshop and handed the cake back to the girl.
The girl looked a little lost and lowered her head.
Zhumian found a reason that wouldn't hurt anyone, and comforted him gently, "He's usually quite introverted, so I didn't answer. I'm really sorry."
At this moment, under the light, the girl suddenly saw Zhou Mian's face clearly. She didn't wear heavy makeup, nor did she dress up deliberately. She looked a little different from her glamorous appearance during business hours, but in the end it was just a different style, or was it the same face?
The girl suddenly remembered the blogger she had seen before, and covered her mouth slightly in surprise and said, "You can't be——"
Zhumian smiled gently and said, "Such a beautiful cake should be kept for yourself. Don't waste it."
The girl was surprised and a little embarrassed. After all, she had finally mustered up the courage to get to know Crush but was rejected. The most important thing was that the person she asked for help was a beautiful woman. "Okay."
Zhuomian walked away, went downstairs, opened the car door and got in.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she got in the car, Zhu Jiang asked in surprise, "Mianmian, could it be that handsome guy just now is chasing you?"
Xiao Mian felt it was ridiculous and looked up at her: "?"
Zhu Jiang didn't hesitate: "Look at the eyes, they look alike. His eyes were always on you. When you left, he was still looking at your back."
Zhumian paused for a moment as he opened the sunshade mirror, feeling as if he had swallowed a fly. He then said slowly, "He won't like anyone. If I have some free time, I'll take you to the Wancheng Electronics Factory to screw screws. I'll get rid of this feeling that everyone likes me."
Zhu Jiang, however, felt that Zhu Mian was very worthy of being loved. She was beautiful and kind, and it was natural for her to be pursued by any outstanding person of the opposite sex or even the same sex.
Zhu Jiang thought about it over and over again, but she felt that the atmosphere was not right. Although Xiao Mian said so, she was still a little curious about the handsome man with outstanding temperament: "Does he have a nice voice?"
Xiaomen glanced at her indescribably: "Hmm?"
Zhu Jiang couldn't put it into words, but still tried to describe it: "He looks like he has a very deep voice."
She scratched her head. "Maybe it's because he works out well. His Adam's apple, neck and shoulders are clearly defined, and his back is straight. He looks like he's full of hormones. Just like that top star we met before, he works out well and has a deep voice. I've kind of preconceived notions about that type."
I wish Jiang fans are more popular than that top star and pay special attention to this type of handsome guy.
Looking in the mirror, he said with high emotional intelligence: "There are only a few people who can compare with the top stars admired by millions of people. There is still a gap."
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