Chen Xia

Chapter 72
[@球球: It’s really pretty, can you get me a contact information, I’ve decided, he’s my 365th husband. 】

[@巴萨狗: Nostalgia is a mobile phone, the handsome guy is inside, and I am outside. 】

[@米阿草: If I had a handsome guy with this look when I was in school, I would have a three-year crush, and buy him drinks with all my pocket money. 】

Ye Mian smiled silly looking at these comments, and was so happy that she could even slide off the sofa, but she still couldn't bear to leave the picture for half a step.

When I was in Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School, there were indeed many girls who had a crush on Jiang Chen. Almost every time he left the classroom, the drawers would be filled with all kinds of drinks.

The teacher even laughed in class, saying that once he had saved up these drinks, he could open a drink shop.

She once delivered milk to Jiang Chen, and it seemed that she had not escaped the fate of secretly falling in love with him.

All in all, in the months since we hadn't seen each other for a long time, as she expected, he seemed to be having a good time in a foreign country.

The skinny young man in the old town was getting farther and farther away from her.

Ye Mian felt a little warmth rushing to her heart.

Ye Mian blinked, became stubborn, and clicked back again.

"Well, your people sent a landscape picture. You happened to be photographed in the landscape picture, and then I caught it. Isn't it a coincidence?"

The heartbeat is crazily accelerating.

She found an angle with the best light, took two deep breaths to calm down, and then clicked on.

Press the play button, and the lyrics she wanted to express floated in the warm air.

The bitter evening wind of winter blows in.

Winter in Wencheng.

She was so frightened that her hands trembled that her phone almost flew to the ground.

He has the most dazzling talent and ability. If it wasn't for his family holding him back, he should have been a character sought after by tens of millions of people.

Jiang Chen was obviously stunned, and looked up at the surrounding environment, making sure that the girl would not be able to see these scenes just from the video. More gently: "How do you know?"

Looking into her eyes like this, Jiang Chen didn't continue the topic just now, but asked lightly: "Have you eaten yet?"

[Why are you not here. 】

There is nothing on it except a blank horizontal line.

Jiang Chen was still so calm and gentle. After he saw her face clearly, the corner of his mouth curved into a faint smile. He raised his hand to rest on his chin and said in a low and lazy voice: "You are quite good at collecting money. You don't want the New Year's red envelope?"

Send the transfer.

Ye Mian looked at the wall and pointed to twelve o'clock, and said to Jiang Chen with a smile, "It's almost twelve o'clock, shall I take you to watch the fireworks?"

But as soon as she retreated, the other person sent it again.

summer Wind.

He is a financier who became famous at a young age.

She set up another one that only Jiang Chen can see.

Ye Mian seemed to hear him sigh helplessly, but she seemed to have misheard.

"Ding dong."

"knew."

Obscure.

Ye Mian picked up a ebony plum and put it in her mouth. The sour and salty taste made her squint her eyes. She clicked on her circle of friends and shared a song.

Ye Mian put on her hat and scarf again, and stuffed her cute cat socks into her cotton shoes. When she was ready, she opened the balcony door and walked out.

She clicked on the transfer and returned it without even thinking about it.

Jiang Chen smiled inexplicably.

She stuffed another piece of apple into her mouth, still waiting to see if Jiang Chen would continue to send the money transfer.

Two thousand eight sixty eight.

Unexpectedly, the transfer did not wait.

Ye Mian raised her eyebrows, why were she smiling?

——The confrontation lasted for a long time.

Nowadays, without the shackles of reality, just one photo is enough for people to remember him.

His eyes were still that familiar and languid, clear and gentle, and they were outdoors, under the bright light, and the contrast between his black hair and white skin was obvious.

Ye Mian couldn't help opening Jiang Chen's circle of friends due to the shallow thoughts, but unfortunately he never posted anything

In order not to disturb the Chinese New Year atmosphere in the circle of friends.

Ye Mian raised her eyes, and suddenly met the man's eyes as dark as a long night on the screen.

"..."

After half a minute.

Her mind went blank and she confessed honestly: "I scrolled through Weibo and found you."

Ye Mian realized that there was a jet lag between the two of them.

Transfer instructions: Happy New Year.

Jiang Chen said calmly: "Wear more clothes."

"Is there a tree, a bridge next to it? And the old man blowing the horn?" Ye Mian pretended to be mysterious and told the scenery in the photo all over, watching Jiang Chen's reaction in a ghostly manner.

Stubbornly back.

Ye Mian held her breath, this man is immoral and playing tricks on attractive men.

Jiang Chen suddenly called through a video call.

She seemed to have found fun in this round and round, Jiang Chen's appearance of transferring money again and again appeared in her mind, as if she had discovered a different Jiang Chen.

Hearing this, Jiang Chen glanced to the side, raised his chin, "Well, yes."

Ye Mian's face was so hot that she didn't tell her that she specifically searched the real-time square, which was to bully Jiang Chen into not using Weibo.

Ye Mian shivered from the cold, but still walked out.

Subconsciously, she felt that Jiang Chen was pitiful for spending the New Year in a foreign country. No matter how much money he had, Ye Mian still felt that large transfers should not be made.

Jiang Chen looked at her carefully. He hadn't seen her for a few months. The girl seemed to have become more attractive again. The overall facial features became more three-dimensional and superior, and she looked very generous and aura.

Jiang Chen sent her a transfer without saying a word.

She glanced down, sat up immediately, and clicked into WeChat.

Jiang Chen shook his head, "Eat later."

Think for a while.

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "I don't have Weibo."

Under the dim snowy night.

The sub-zero evening breeze persisted in blowing everything outside the window, and the night was like splashing ink.

Ye Mian looked at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock now, she seemed to have not eaten, but she still nodded in the face of Jiang Chen's question, "Have eaten, how about you?"

The white snow scene is the same as his sight.

Ye Mian regained her composure slightly, and replied softly, "It's reasonable, didn't you also receive my red envelope?"

Looking at Jiang Chen, she suddenly thought of the Weibo post she had just checked, and said to Jiang Chen with a smile on her face, "Are you by the river now?"

The phone just rang for a new message notification.

The voice is restrained, but the tail rises.

What is this number? ?Are you worried about the big boss?

How could she easily find that kind of news thousands of miles away without searching for keywords?

"..."

His eyes trembled.

Jiang Chen stared at her intently, with a faint smile flashing in his eyes, "Well, it's a coincidence."

[Ask Shanfeng, will you come back. 】

Because of the festival, looking from a distance, most people have red lanterns hung on the window sills and attached to the window grilles.

The wind seemed to be blowing over Jiang Chen. He raised his hand and took a puff from the cigarette. As soon as he spit it out from his mouth, the smoke was blown away by the wind.

The smoke burns out, and there are only sparks in the cold wind.

Ye Mian took the time to point the camera at the window.

The Spring Festival Gala is counting down.

(End of this chapter)