Crossing the line

Chapter 70: Jiang Yingyu Loves You in Shanghai
Yun Yuwan stretched out her hand tentatively, and Jiang Yingyu’s warm big hand held her and pulled her up.

Jiang Yingyu was surprisingly proactive. After she agreed, he immediately drove her to a place in the western suburbs where they could take off, and called his friend who had a driver's license to ask him to help prepare.

When we arrived at the wide take-off area in the suburbs, the helicopter's propeller was already spinning. The grass on the ground was undulating, and the strong wind created by the propeller was blowing it away like waves.

It was an Airbus ACH145, with a long and thin tail, like a big dragonfly, or one could say that the tail was like a clockwork switch. If it were shrunk hundreds of times to the size of a toy, she would definitely try to reach out and twist its tail.

It was much bigger than the helicopters of her classmates that she had seen before, and it should be easy for seven or eight people to sit in the back seat.

Yun Yuwan was very excited when she saw this, because she had never been on a helicopter before, but Jiang Yingyu brought her here within an hour.

He wasn't joking, he really wanted to take her out to play.

She always had an idea, planned it in advance, and then gave her a complete plan and asked her friends if they wanted to go. No friend was the one who planned everything and firmly said that whatever was going to be given to her would be given to her immediately.

She is sometimes rejected by her friends.

Sometimes, expectation is a kind of violence against herself. She wants others to love her more, to notice more of her discomfort and unhappiness. When it is not realized, she will not say much, after all, it is her own expectation.

It's just a bit disappointing, because it turns out that she is still not loved and no one pays attention to her state and emotions at every moment.

Yun Yuwan looked at the helicopter in front of her, her hair blowing wildly, and asked curiously, "Will it fly like Doraemon's bamboo dragonfly?"

"You'll know once you sit on it." Jiang Yingyu stood not far away, his hands on his waist, smiling at her. He had a slender figure and was tall and strong.

The Indian man was holding a document and it was unknown what he said to Jiang Yingyu.

He suddenly smiled as if he had realized something, and greeted Yun Yuwan in not very standard Chinese: "Millie! I'm here, you're awesome."

Yun Yuwan smiled and waved to him in the strong wind: "I'm Millie."

Jiang Yingyu stood in the strong wind, watching her long hair flying like willows in the wind. She looked clean and girlish, like a character in a comic book. Her color was pure, her hair was as white as possible, her hair was as thick as possible, and her eyes were so big that people felt that even when she was in a daze, her black eyes were still cute and silly.

At this moment she was smiling, and her beauty, lively and agile like a mountain spirit or a grass spirit, was even more graceful and pure against the night and the endless green grass.

The man who got her had enjoyed this kind of happiness and had seen her in various situations. Jiang Yingyu felt a little envious and unwilling for a moment.

He strode onto the back seat of the helicopter, put one leg on the helicopter, and the other long leg actually touched the ground, and reached out to her.

Yun Yuwan ran over like a lamb, and put her hand in his palm. The rough feeling of the thin callus circled around her tender palm, and Jiang Yingyu pulled her into the helicopter.

He closed the door and fastened her seat belt.

He didn't use any hair wax or styling spray, so his hair was fresh. When he bent down to fasten her seat belt, his black hair hung down in a youthful manner, slightly covering his clear eyebrows and eyes. Combined with his white shirt, it felt like he was looking at the sunlight on the branches under a young tree.

Yun Yuwan didn't hold the phone firmly and it slipped onto the helicopter carpet. He bent down to pick it up for her, and Wen Yangzhi called.

Yun Yuwan reached out, but did not take the phone. Instead, she slid directly to the hang-up button.

Jiang Yingyu watched her hang up, a smile on his face, but he never mentioned the call or the person behind it: "The bro mentioned above came to China because of your snail rice noodle. He is now a lecturer at a foreign language school and has changed his Chinese name to Luo Shifeng."

Yun Yuwan was shocked: "So when he just said he was Snail Noodles, he wasn't reminding me who he was, but that was his name?"

Jiang Yingyu looked at her with a half-smile in his eyes: "Yes."

The guy in front finally spoke up: "You two foreigners, please don't bully me because my Chinese is a little bad."

Yun Yuwan and Jiang Yingyu laughed in the back.

Sitting on the leather wheel-track seat and looking down, the helicopter is rising, the sky and the earth are becoming wider and wider, and those tall buildings can no longer block the view.

She leaned against the window and looked at it, and suddenly felt that the sadness of tonight was nothing.

Wen Yangzhi sent her a message with only two short words: "Where are you?"

Yun Yuwan replied to him: "I'm going out for a walk. I haven't been out much since I returned to China. You should take care of the dinner first and don't keep Zhou Xingchang waiting."

Her messages were all calm, and at first glance she seemed peaceful and happy.

"Please say hello to Governor Zhou for me. I didn't realize it when we first met. It was a bit rude."

Yun Yuwan turned off her phone directly, not caring whether the other party would call her again.

She turned her head and found that Jiang Yingyu was very close to her and was looking at her.

The lines on his face are clean, and the facial contour below the cheekbones is a straight line that converges to the chin. His skin is tight and fair, and his temperament is free and easy. He is very much like those handsome guys who are very popular in college. He feels a little distant but not too arrogant as to keep people away.

In fact, they originally met in a second-hand group at the University of the Arts London.

When she looked at his circle of friends, she saw that a few friends she knew had liked his posts, which meant that he was indeed very popular, and his circle of friends even affected her, who was not on the same level as him.

She suddenly felt that he was a bother, after all, their relationship was not good enough: "I'm sorry to bother you today, and even brought me to take a helicopter ride in the middle of the night."

Jiang Yingyu smiled lightly: "We are friends, and we should play together. If you feel bored in the future, you can call me."

Yun Yuwan was flattered: "Can I?"

"Of course." Jiang Yingyu nodded.

Yun Yuwan was inexplicably happy to receive the affirmation. She turned her head and looked at the night view of Shanghai from the helicopter: "It looks a bit like City A in the novel."

It was brilliant and glorious, with tall buildings and endless traffic, all converging into a river of light dotted with stars, but unfortunately she knew that her home and her family were not there.

His eyes were as ethereal and gentle as water waves in the night: "There is a domineering CEO in City A, but there is only Jiang Yingyu in Shanghai."

She turned back to look at him and couldn't help laughing: "The story of City A is that the overbearing president fell in love with me, so what is Jiang Yingyu's story?"

Jiang Yingyu stared at her with deep eyes, and seemed to be about to say something. After a moment, as if afraid of scaring her, he just smiled:
"Jiang Yingyu will tell you later."

Yun Yuwan was as happy as a puppy that had eaten canned dog food. She gave Jiang Yingyu a bright smile. She had big eyes with relatively large black pupils. When she smiled, the whites of her eyes were a little obscured, making her really look like a puppy.

Jiang Yingyu inexplicably felt that her cartoon image might be a striped puppy.

She smiled and said, "I guess you must be very popular when you are in Europe."

He stared at her and chuckled, "More popular at home."

Yun Yuwan was slightly surprised: "Really?"

"There's a rumor going around in my circle that Mr. Yu gave each of the rich girls in Jing'an a sack of gift." His voice was warm and gentle. His voice should have been hard by nature, but he spoke in a gentle and kind manner.

Yun Yuwan teased: "So you should be a popular person." Jiang Yingyu chuckled helplessly: "But in fact, those were all given out by my mother in order to help me build good relationships."

Yun Yuwan thought it was a bit funny, but was too embarrassed to laugh at him.

However, just as she was about to say something, Jiang Yingyu took out a box from the box on the seat next to her and gently placed it on her knees: "But this gift is made by me. It is not a courtesy gift."

A wooden box was placed on her legs, and Yun Yuwan's heart was inexplicably struck.

She looked at Jiang Yingyu in disbelief.

Because she is usually the one who gives gifts to new friends, and she rarely receives gifts from friends she just got to know.

But what she did for others was actually what she wanted.

She hopes that others will give her flowers, so she works as a florist and often sends flowers to others; she hopes that other people's pens will linger on her, so she always draws portraits of her friends, whether they are paintings of animals or portraits of people; she hopes that others will take the initiative to look for her to play, so she always plans everything and takes the initiative to ask her friends if they want to go out and play together.

When she sent a message of Happy Holidays to her brother, she actually hoped that he would send her a Happy Holidays message in return, rather than replying with a dot like “.”

But she has never received a big, warm bouquet of red flowers, telling her clearly that I like you so much that I want to give you flowers.

Others thought she was the most knowledgeable about flower arrangement, and she had a lot of flowers of different colors around her. It would be like showing off if they gave her flowers, so basically no one gave her flowers.

Others were afraid of appearing shy in front of her and would not paint her portrait, but in fact, she would treasure even a painting made by an elementary school student. Paintings are different from photos because they take time and energy, and while leaving traces, they are also full of love.

Her brother never replied to her with "Merry Christmas, Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, or Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

She always gives gifts to others, but actually expects them to give gifts in return and to put their heart into her.

Yun Yuwan looked at the green sandalwood box and for a moment she didn't dare to touch it.

gift.

She has it too.

Her nose felt sore, but she didn't want Jiang Yingyu to see her red eyes, so she just smiled and said, "What is it?"

Jiang Yingyu looked at her soft profile and said, "It's a cell phone case."

She even opened the wooden box with a smile: "Why do you want to give me a phone case? What a weird gift."

When she opened it, what she saw was a wooden phone case with a Q-version portrait of her engraved on the back. Her hair was drawn with little frizzies, big round eyes, a slightly round mouth with lips, a hairline with a sharp widow's peak, and ears without earlobes. All her features were captured accurately.

Even though her face was painted round and plump, you could still recognize it was her at a glance.

Yun Yuwan was shocked and couldn't believe it: "Is this me?"

Jiang Yingyu looked at her, his long dimples slightly sunken as he smiled, his bright eyes smiling: "Yes."

The first time she received a painting of hers.

Moreover, she was deliberately designed into a Q version, proving that the person who drew her was really looking at her seriously, and even carved her on wood.

Yun Yuwan felt like crying.

Obviously, the lines of that Q-print painting were very simple, with only a few strokes, but it was something she had never obtained.

What she wanted was a portrait of herself.

In fact, she would be very happy even if the portrait was very ugly, and this portrait is really beautiful, even she herself thinks she is cute, which proves that the person who painted her thinks she is cute, so she will be like this.

She whispered: "How do you know the model of my phone?"

Jiang Yingyu said calmly, "The background of your Moments is a selfie of you in the mirror. I can see your phone. I boldly guess that you haven't changed your phone yet, so I made this phone case."

She gently stroked the slightly raised corners of the phone case:
"What a coincidence! I've always wanted a phone case with raised corners."

Jiang Yingyu looked at her and smiled naturally: "It's not a coincidence. I saw the photo of you taking a selfie in front of the mirror. You used hot melt glue to raise the four corners of the phone case. I think you need a phone case with raised corners."

Yun Yuwan was surprised and couldn't put into words how she felt. This was the first time she encountered a situation where someone did just as much more as she expected, not less:
"Yes, I bought a phone case online. Beautiful phone cases are usually not very drop-proof, so I put some padding on it myself."

The good-looking ones are flat on all sides and are just a decoration, but the phone cases with raised corners are basically transparent airbag types, which are not very good-looking. So she added four corners to the good-looking phone case herself, so that the phone can be supported by the four corners when it falls to the ground.

After the hot melt adhesive cools, it looks like clear hard plastic.

Someone actually discovered this detail.

Yun Yuwan raised her eyes and looked at him seriously, wanting to remember every detail about her friend.

Jiang Yingyu just looked at her like this, lowered his eyes slightly, pursed his thin lips with slightly upturned corners, and his Adam's apple rolled.

She seemed unaware of the possibility of staring at a man's face like that, and simply looked from his eyes to his lips.

Outside the window was an endless silent night. Thousands of meters above the sky, there were only stars and the bright moon outside. There were only the two of them in the back seat.

Jiang Yingyu suddenly turned his face away, and Yun Yuwan was puzzled.

But she was full of joy: "Okay, I have memorized your features, too. Just wait for me to draw you very fat, too."

Jiang Yingyu looked at her sideways for a long time, then chuckled, "Yeah."

She happily put the phone case on her turned-off phone.

I don’t know how many missed calls and messages there are in my phone.

I was so busy admiring the scenery that I didn't even have time to look at the clouds passing by.

In my mind, I was picturing a Q version of Jiang Yingyu, with upturned eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a deep dimple on one side, and a mole under his eye near the position of the eyebag.

She also wanted to draw a similar one for him to respond to his kindness.

She accidentally pressed the power button, and the phone turned on by itself very quickly, with a bunch of missed calls popping up.

They are all Wen Yangzhi.

But calling her now proves that Zhou Fei and the banquet are more important, and she is secondary, otherwise he should chase her out on the spot.

　Tonight, the male lead and the male second are one flying in the sky, and one chasing on Xixingbao Road (ps Xixingbao Road, the road to the crematorium in Shanghai)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)