The whole network is knocking on the cp of me and the crazy big guys

Chapter 152

After packing everything up, Chi Jiao lazily collapsed on the sofa.

The sunlight creeps slowly into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the sunlight refracts a little bit of light on the glass.

Chi Jiao yawned, and took out the song he wrote before and revised it.

After changing a few small places, Chi Jiao was completely satisfied with it before realizing that it was time for lunch.

She turned out the rubber band and tied her hair loosely on the back of her head. Just as she was about to wash her face, she found a call on her phone.

It was an unknown number, Chi Jiao picked it up, but had no choice but to take the phone into the bathroom.

"Hello,"

The voice on the other end was a clear male voice. He seemed unsure, so he slowed down and asked again, "Are you Miss Chi Jiao?"

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

For some reason, Chi Jiao heard the voice a little familiar, but he just couldn't remember when he heard it.

The man on the other end smiled, before reporting himself, "I'm Tang Lang, do you remember?"

Hearing this name, Chi Jiao's movements stopped.

Memories of that night surged up like a floodgate.

Several days had passed, and the name Tang Lang had never appeared in her life—she almost forgot the name and this person.

She slowed down for a while, shook off the drops of water on her hands, and pressed her hands that had just been soaked in cold water to her face, "Remember, what's the matter with you?"

Seemingly hearing the bluntness and uneasiness in her voice, Tang Lang chuckled lightly, and comforted him: "There is nothing important, but there are some small things I want to ask you—is it convenient for you to make an appointment to meet now?"

"can."

Chi Jiao lowered his eyes and wiped off the water on his hands.

"That's good," the man said, "I'll be at the Yuelai restaurant downstairs in 10 minutes, and I'll call you back then."

Before hanging up, he added another sentence, "Don't worry, it's not a big deal, I just have some doubts."

After hanging up the phone, Chi Jiao stared at herself in the mirror for a while, before realizing that she didn't seem to have told Tang Lang her home address.

But it doesn't seem to matter—

He just reported the name of the restaurant downstairs.

Chi Jiao let out a short sigh, forcing himself not to think too much, washed his face as usual, and then put on light makeup on himself.

Tang Lang was really on time - he called her again 10 minutes after he hung up the phone.

Chi Jiao looked at the time on the phone screen, picked up the key and went out.

She stood in the elevator, her face was reflected in the silver-white inner wall of the elevator, and her face was a little pale.

Chi Jiao patted his cheeks and took another deep breath.

She has always heard people say that people in the entertainment industry will raise little ghosts for their own future, but she has always sneered at these - she thinks it is just a psychological comfort.

But for this kind of thing, it is indeed beyond her cognition, and it is indeed the first contact.

It's been a long time, but even now, Chi Jiao shudders when he thinks of the little ghost that Tang Lang lifted up by the collar of his shirt.

She closed her eyes.

When the elevator reached the first floor, there was a "ding" sound, Chi Jiao regained his composure, and tightened his grip on the phone.

The restaurant Tang Lang mentioned was a Chinese restaurant that she and Lu Zheng often went to.

At some point, a white porcelain sunny doll was hung on the glass door, with two beads tied on it with a hemp rope. When the door was pushed, the beads would jingle.

She waved her hand to decline the approaching waiter, and raised her eyes to scan around the restaurant.

Sure enough, he saw Tang Lang in the corner.

It was still the same attire as that night, with long hair and silver-white tails, and a slightly faded light green gown.

"Miss Chi Jiao." His voice was always humble, polite and gentle. He stood up and helped Chi Jiao pull away the chair opposite.

"Hello."

Chi Jiao pinched her tiger's jaw with her fingers under the table, and she bit her lip.

As if seeing her restraint and discomfort, Tang Lang smiled, "Don't be nervous,"

As he spoke, he considered his words, "It's about your father... Chi Ju, I have some questions for you."

"it is good."

Chi Jiao loosened her grip on the tiger's mouth, and she smiled reluctantly.

"May I ask what your father did before he was with your mother again?"

"I don't know much about this either..." Chi Jiao searched from his memory, and reluctantly answered, "It seems to be an assistant at my mother's house?"

"Then...have you ever seen one your father had..." Tang Lang paused, frowning, and searched for a more accurate descriptor from memory, "jade gourd pendant?"

Chi Jiao shook his head, "Not really."

"Okay, I see." Tang Lang smiled at her, just at the time when the food he ordered was brought to the table, he slowly tore off a wet towel and wiped his hands, "Let's eat."

Chi Jiao responded in a low voice, and stopped talking.

Tang Lang ate very fast, and looked down at the watch on his wrist from time to time, as if he was in a hurry.

"Sorry," he put down the spoon in his hand, and smiled at her apologetically, "I still have something to do, I have to go first."

Chi Jiao nodded, indicating that there is no problem.

Tang Lang called the waiter to come over to pay the bill, and explained to Chi Jiao before leaving in a hurry.

Chi Jiao stared at the dense mist coming out of the teacup in front of him in a daze for a while, then picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat slowly.

After eating, she sat on the chair for a while, bit her lip, and still called Chi Ju.

Chi Ju was cleaning Yun Yao's room when he received the call. Yun Yao was sitting outside watching TV, and when he heard his cell phone ringing, he called out to him, "Brother Ji!"

"Hey," Chi Ju straightened the bed sheet before walking out of the room.

Yun Yao shook his wheelchair and took his mobile phone over, "There is a call."

Seeing that the name displayed on the screen was Jiaojiao, Chi Ju pushed the wheelchair back to the living room, and carried Yun Yao to the sofa before answering the call.

"Jiaojiao?" He was a little puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Chi Jiao bit her lip, her voice low.

"Do you know Tang Lang?"

Hearing this name, Chi Ju paused for a while, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip to force himself to calm down.

At least nothing can be seen on the face.

"what happened?"

He didn't answer directly, but asked a question back.

"Tang Lang came to look for me, he seems to know you."

Hearing this, Chi Ju shook his hand, and the teacup fell to the ground and broke into pieces. He took a deep breath, and his voice was a little heavy, "I'll talk to you later."

(End of this chapter)