expired love

Chapter 79

"When did Han Yucheng get into a car accident?" I asked quickly.

Ruomei thought for a while and said, "It seems to have been more than a week ago."

More than a week ago?Could it be that Han Yucheng was chasing me and got into a car accident that day?I remember getting into the taxi and hearing a crash.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt it was possible, and the guilt made me restless.Although I hated him for what he did to me back then, as time went by, my hatred for him has faded a lot.Especially that day I guessed: This guy seems to have fallen in love with me.Well, for people who have been frustrated in love time and time again, it is still a sense of accomplishment to be cared about by a man so much.

Of course, it's just a sense of accomplishment. If I really want to accept Han Yucheng, unless the sky falls.

Although I felt a little uneasy, I didn't have the courage to inquire about him or visit him.I asked Ruomei and Han Yucheng whether the car accident was serious.

Ruomei said: "I am just a small employee in the Propaganda Department. I don't know the movements of the company's senior figures. The news about the chairman's car accident came from Yao Xiaorong's mouth."

I asked Yao Xiaorong again on QQ and asked about Han Yucheng's situation in a roundabout way.

"I heard you got a raise, congratulations."

"Thank you, what does my small salary mean? Forget it."

"I heard that your salary increase is quite legendary. Let me tell you about it."

"I also think it's quite legendary. I went with my boyfriend to visit the chairman who was in a car accident, and the chairman actually gave me a salary increase. Do you think it's strange?"

It's indeed strange, but it's not what I care about. I said half-jokingly: "Does your chairman think you are beautiful and is he interested in you?"

"Ha, that's what I thought at first. But when I went back and looked in the mirror, forget it, I still have some self-awareness."

I pretended to be weird and asked: "I don't like you, but I give you a salary increase. There must be something fishy here. Is it because your chairman had a car accident and no one went to visit him, but you happened to show up, so he was particularly touched?" "

"It shouldn't be, it's not serious."

I asked again: "Isn't it serious?"

"It's not serious, it's just that I was hit by a tricycle and got some scratches."

I breathed a small sigh of relief.

Afterwards, I secretly cursed myself for being so sentimental. Whether that guy was dead or alive was none of my business.

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I don’t know if I’m thinking about it day by day and dreaming about it at night, or what, but for the first time, Mr. Han, whom I have never dreamed of before, appeared in my dream.

In the dream, the old man asked me angrily if I had forgotten him since I hadn’t seen him for a long time.

In the dream, I also knew that the old man was a dead person. It is said that dreaming about a dead person is unlucky. I quickly said: "Grandpa Han, how could I forget you? Can I burn more paper money for you this Qingming Festival?" ?”

"Humph, why do you have to wait until Qingming Festival? We will burn it tomorrow. By the way, remember to buy me a bouquet of flowers."

I quickly promised to burn paper money for him tomorrow.

The old man added: "You must burn it in my cemetery so that I can receive the money. Do you understand?"

I nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.After I woke up, I broke out in a cold sweat. Mr. Han, who had never entered my dream, suddenly appeared in my dream and asked me to burn paper money for him. It seemed that the old man was really under the spell of Jiuquan. Short of money.I was quite in awe of ghosts and gods, so I got up early the next day, went to the temple, bought a few kilograms of paper money, and drove to the old man’s tombstone.

Because it was not the Qingming Festival yet, there were almost no people coming to visit the grave. In addition, the old man’s grave was halfway up the mountain, so no one came to stop me from burning paper money.

While burning paper money, I talked to the tombstone, talking about my development trends in recent years, and asked the old man to bless me to find my right husband as soon as possible.

Because of the beautiful scenery of Dalang Cemetery, it actually attracted many tourists. Tourists came and went walking at the foot of the mountain. I didn't have any fear, so I knelt on the ground and burned slowly. Burn one by one, just relax.

After several kilograms of paper money were burned, it was getting late. I also stood up, dusted myself off, and said, "Okay, Grandpa Han, the money has been burned. You can take it and use it quickly. You can also play mahjong." Okay, it’s business, I’ll burn some more for you when you’re done.”

Carrying my handbag, I left the cemetery and drove the car towards the city. When I drove to a three-way intersection, the car actually stalled because I stopped to wait for pedestrians to pass by.I started it again and the car wouldn't start.

I didn't believe in evil, so I continued to start the car, but the car just wouldn't start.

"Damn", damn Mercedes-Benz, I've only had it for less than a year, and after driving it out to show off, problems like this appeared.

I patted the steering wheel in frustration, had no choice but to get out of the car, and was about to call someone to tow the car.Also because I had made an appointment with Cui Xiaoli and Wang Ruomei earlier, I had to go back early to go see a movie this afternoon.So I stood at the intersection, waiting for a taxi.

There are very few taxis here. I stood at the intersection for a long time and didn't see one. I was very depressed.

A black car slowly drove up to me, blocking my view of the taxi. I was afraid of missing the taxi, so I moved forward.But this car seemed to be against me. I moved to the side and he followed suit.

I looked down at my short coat, bootcut jeans, and black high-heeled shoes. Even though it was just an ordinary style, I still had a slim figure. I still turned a lot of heads while walking on the road.Especially since my hair was not tied up today, it was just hanging loose. From a distance, I still look beautiful. It’s not surprising that it attracts men’s attention.

I mistakenly thought that the owner of the black car was attracted by my appearance, so I didn't pay attention and moved to the side.

The door of the black car was opened. Because the other person was quite tall, I subconsciously glanced at him. It didn't matter, and it once again scared me.

It was actually Han Yucheng.

His face was very gloomy and a little ferocious. I was so frightened that I turned around and ran away without thinking.

Han Yucheng chased me from behind: "You are not allowed to run, stop right here."

I ran forward desperately, and his footsteps got closer and closer to me. I simply abandoned the sidewalk, took the mountain path instead, and ran towards the cemetery.

It was really unlucky. I wore high heels today. Although the heels were not high, it was still difficult to run. I was about to be overtaken. I panicked and couldn't help but look back at him and found that he was close at hand. , and ran as hard as he could.

A pair of old people came in front of me, and I had to duck and pass them. I stepped on something under my feet. I turned my right leg hard, and only heard a crisp "click" sound. I screamed and my body Fall to the side.But the road under my feet had a flower bed on the left, a two-foot-high step on the right, and a hard cement floor below.

My feet stumbled like this, and I almost fell down on the two-foot-high step. My right hand touched the ground first, and a heart-wrenching pain came from my wrist. come out.

　I seemed to have run out of ideas later on, so I didn’t want to put it on the shelves.

　　But the editor said that my article was written under the title No. 1, so it was easy to recommend, and there was no need to bother writing copy. I had to put it on the shelves.He urged me several times in a row.

　　I have never had any opinions, so I listened to the editor.

　　As for my performance, I don’t even dare to look at the subscription data for fear of being hit.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)