Author: Ding Mo

Li Weiyi and Zhang Jingchan stayed on the small terrace at the end of the corridor. When they turned around, they could see the executives coming out of the study one by one with solemn expressions.

Zhang Moyun sent the last person away, looked up at them, and smiled peacefully and returned to the study room.

The evening sun shrouded in the sun, Li Weiyi looked at this scene as if she had witnessed the end of this legendary figure in the mall. However, this time, she was no longer cowardly, only open-minded and tragic.

Li Weiyi lay on the railing, looked at the clouds in the distance, and said, "I don't know what life will become after we go back this time."

“139XXXX0001.”

Li Weiyi turned to look at him.

Zhang Jingchan was not like her, lying on her boneless side. He stood straight, with only one elbow on the railing and said, "Come on your back."

"Whose number is this?"

Zhang Jingchan glanced at her and said, "You use it now." She smiled and said, "To be precise, it's mine."

This is the phone number of 19-year-old Zhang Jingchan.

Li Weiyi turned his head to look at the sky, kicking the wall: "What if you change your number?"

"Won't."

Li Weiyi said "Oh" and repeatedly remembered it in his heart.

"Where are you?" he asked.

Li Weiyi blurted out: "I won't change either."

Zhang Jingchan laughed softly and said, "It's better to do what you say."

"Of course!"

The two of them were quiet for a while. Zhang Jingchan gave out a sigh of relief, kicked back into his pocket with both hands, and looked at the sunset in the distance. The horizon was red, the sky was blue, and it was completely blue. He said: "After 2014, I rarely act impulsively. I always take three steps one step, think repeatedly, and be very cautious. Because in my life, I have no chance to make mistakes. But now, I want to do something impulsive."

Li Weiyi asked curiously: "What's the matter?" He was impulsive if he could have anything.

Zhang Jingchan looked at her, then looked ahead, smiling without answering.

So Li Weiyi knew that he would not say anything he would not say now.

"Take it, it's so enchanting."

Zhang Jingchan still looked like he was laughing, but he seemed to be inactive. He looked down at the ground, then looked up again, saying, "What are you going to leave for yourself this time?"

Li Weiyi didn't even think about it. She calculated for him with her fingers: "Look, my dad has survived, Zhou Zhihao was sent in, and Zhong Yi was going to take office if nothing unexpected happens. I also changed to learn painting and said to the scumbag. My life has been smooth sailing from now on, and everything has been solved. I really have no regrets, hahaha."

Zhang Jingchan turned his head and looked elsewhere, then turned back and looked ahead, without looking at her, and said, "Think clearly, are you really having nothing to keep?"

Li Weiyi was stunned.

He finally turned his head and looked directly at her. The black Lingling's eyes were as deep as fog, deep and quiet. That was not her eyes, it was the eyes of 27-year-old Zhang Jingchan.

Li Weiyi only felt her heart "bang", as if she understood something, but she seemed to have nothing.

She turned her face and buried it in her arms, but her tone was as light as usual: "Okay, okay, then I'll think about it again."

When Li Weiyi looked up again, Zhang Jingchan was already looking down at his phone, as if everything was as usual.

Li Weiyi pillowed her face with her arms, tilted her head and asked in a low voice: "What impulsive thing are you going to do?"

He smiled, raised one hand and pressed the back of her head. Unlike before, he walked away with a light pat. His five fingers passed through her black hair and pressed them without letting go.

"You will know when you wake up tomorrow."

That night, Li Weiyi took advantage of the lack of anyone, and Zhang Jingchan also went to the evening self-study and returned to the Li family. She sat in front of her old small desk for a while, scratched her ears and cheeks, shook her left and right, and finally pulled out a piece of white paper, lay on the table, wailing: "What do he want me to write? I don't know how to write..."

She was stunned for a while, but she didn't even notice that her face turned red. Finally, she picked up the pen and wrote only two lines of words on the paper:

“Don’t change your phone number.

Treat Zhang Jingchan well."

Signature: Li Weiyi from 2022.

Then she packed the paper into an envelope and stuffed it into the desk drawer like a thief.

Zhang Jingchan took a leave for one evening study in advance and went to the Zhang family first. Wu Xinhui and Zhang Moyun were not at home. The nanny Liu was surprised to see the girl. Zhang Jingchan shook his hand and the spare key he had taken during the day: "I have something left here, A Chan gave me the key and asked me to pick it up."

Sister Liu does not doubt that he is there.

Zhang Jingchan entered the bedroom and saw the schoolbag thrown on the ground. He stuffed an extremely thin envelope into it.

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January 13, 2022.

Li Weiyi woke up again, without an alarm clock or music, and the surroundings were quiet.

She found herself leaning against a light gray leather sofa, her face against the backrest, as if she had just taken a nap. In front of her was a coffee table with a cup of paper coffee with a cup of coffee with a brown ladies coat on the sofa, and she was wearing only a sweater and skirt, and intuition told her that the coat was hers.

She was in a large living room of 70 to 80 square meters. This was neither her home nor the house she had visited Zhang Jingchan.

Chinese-style decoration is simple and elegant, elegant and expensive. Even the materials used on the table and bench are extremely expensive. The classical crystal lamps on the ceiling shine quietly, and the room is full of light.

Before the memory in Li Weiyi could recover, she held her chin and thought: Is this because of the lottery prize? Or did Zhang Jingchan change his taste?

It felt like she opened a blind box. She stood up with interest and began to visit the house. She noticed that there were several pairs of men's leather shoes and sneakers in the shoe cabinet. Next to the dining table was a wall bookcase, mostly with books about finance and literature and history. However, there was a row of painting books in the middle.

Li Weiyi bent her lips and smiled.

Walking through the large living room, there is a corridor. The total area of ​​this house is probably 300 square meters. The first room on the right is an oversized cloakroom, which is twice the size of her previous bedroom.

The cloakroom is brightly lit, and the dark brown wardrobe is full of men's coats, suits, shirts, ties, and some men's casual wear. In one corner, there are dozens of pairs of men's leather shoes and several big-name men's briefcases. Each one looks well-textured and valuable.

Whose home is here? The answer is about to come out.

Next to the cloakroom, there was a bathroom with frosted glass and the mist was hazy. She could vaguely see a tall figure bathing inside.

Li Weiyi immediately shrank to the wall, his face turned a little red, and he thought to himself: Are my relationships with Zhang Jingchan so close in 8 years? I was sitting and waiting in his living room, and he was taking a shower inside. What's the relationship?

Oh... she reached out to cover her face, thinking that she hadn't even taken the kiss with him, so it must be Zhang Jingchan who was not a human being! No wonder he said mysteriously yesterday that when she woke up, she would know what he was going to do.

(End of this chapter)
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