Lin Congzhi let go, pushed the pen out of his hand, leaned back, and said with a sense of satisfaction, "That's all. It's your life, and you make your own choices. I just wanted to remind you not to forget your original intention as a salesman."
"You don't need to pretend here."
With a disdainful remark, Jiang Yimei slammed the door and left.
Lin Congzhi's lips curled into a smile again, but this smile was filled with helplessness.
He shook his head and then ignored the matter.
…
It was past eight o'clock when I left the company. There were few cars on the road and only a few pedestrians.
This is what the CBD looks like at night. As the crowds disperse, only the coldness of steel and concrete remains.
Compared to the subway station, the bus stop is closer to the company, and the roads are less congested at night, so taking the bus and the subway takes almost the same time, or even a little faster.
So Jiang Yimei stopped going to the subway station to take the subway.
Arriving at the bus stop, I waited and waited, but the bus I wanted to take never came.
"Isn't the bus always supposed to be punctual? It's been ten minutes and it still hasn't arrived?"
Jiang Yimei was extremely anxious and was in a lot of agony.
Just then, a white Audi sedan came into view and stopped at her feet.
The black car window slowly rolled down, and a breathtakingly handsome profile suddenly appeared before her.
The person inside the car stared ahead with a cold and arrogant gaze, his unruly lips conveying an imperial aura as he said in a commanding tone, brooking no argument: "Get in!"
Jiang Yimei felt disgusted at the sight of that arrogant, sour face and couldn't help but retort, "Lin Congzhi, who do you think you are? Why should I get in your car?"
Lin Congzhi was like a god in the heavens, able to foresee the future: "Just look at the fact that we don't have a car right now!"
But sometimes, reality doesn't cooperate, and even if you're the Jade Emperor, it won't help.
A bus defied all reason and drove up to him, stopping right in front of him.
The exhaust pipe, like a flattering horse, kept spewing black, foul-smelling gas at him, seemingly mocking him.
Jiang Yimei revealed a smug smile, and as if the sarcasm wasn't strong enough, she pouted and said with a smug look, "Sorry, I have a car!"
After saying that, she skipped and hopped into the car, like a little girl who had just won an award.
Lin Congzhi was not angry at all; instead, he showed an appreciative smile.
Jiang Yimei looks quite cute like this, just like how she used to be so smug in front of him back then.
"Roar!"
The bus sped away, and Lin Congzhi stepped on the gas, following closely behind.
Jiang Yimei, who was on the bus, inadvertently caught a glimpse of a white sedan behind her in the rearview mirror.
She quickly ran to the back of the car, her eyes filled with urgency as she looked at the white sedan behind her. Just as she had expected, it was Lin Congzhi's car.
At this moment, Lin Congzhi was multitasking, focusing intently on driving the car while a meaningful smile appeared on his proud and flawless handsome face.
Jiang Yimei, who thought she had escaped a disaster, was so angry when she saw this scene that she stomped her feet.
"Bang bang bang!"
The loud noise caught the attention of the driver in front: "Hey, young lady, what did this car do to you that you had to tear it apart?"
After being reprimanded, Jiang Yimei realized that she was in a very bad mood.
A kind heart could not allow her to continue her mischief, and she said with deep regret, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Is something not going well at work?"
Bus drivers are turning into midnight emotional broadcasters, hoping to offer some warmth to those migrant workers who are frustrated or disheartened.
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