Cold-hearted young master and revenge bride

She was surprised and opened her eyes like autumn water. She was very surprised and said, "is there really such a thing? Will someone look as like as two peas? I don't believe it. How can there be such a thing? "

Looking at her innocent surprised appearance, Qi Aozhi was lost in a moment. At this moment, he was a little confused. Didn't she really remember him?

He fell his head and finally decided to retreat. He slowly breathed out a breath and calmed himself down: "it's a long story. Mrs. Meng, if we have time, can we find a place to sit down and have a talk? "

Jiang Shiyu looked at the man's eyes. There were too many things in those eyes, such as expectation, enthusiasm, entanglement and pain. Such a beautiful pair of eyes, such a rich pair of deep eyes, for any woman, will be moved.

However, her heart has been very hard. She looks up and smiles, but shakes her head gently. Her tone is polite, but she refuses people thousands of miles away: "no, I'm sorry, Mr. Qi, I'm not interested in other people's stories. I have something else to do. Let's go first. "

Then, instead of waiting for his answer, she went straight to the zebra crossing in the middle of the road. When she crossed the zebra crossing, she didn't look back and walked straight forward, but she felt her muscles stiff, because she always felt that there were a pair of eyes staring at her in the back, which made her unable to relax and nervous for no reason.

She finally crossed the road. She couldn't help looking back. Through the traffic, she looked across the road. The man was not always behind her, but disappeared.

She shook her head, hoping to put aside some of the uncertainty in her mind.

It is the time of cold spring, she put the bracelet in front of her chest, resist the cold wind, low head, step by step forward. Instead of going to the restaurant she first wanted to eat, she kept going.

She was wearing high-heeled shoes, walking, and finally felt a little tired. Seeing a time-honored wondun noodle shop by the side of the road, her eyes narrowed, and a sigh flashed in her clear eyes. She approached the old shop, pushed open the tawny glass door, and went in.

This shop is not big, only has two interlinked facades, many years, it is still so. Although the store is not big, the environment inside is very delicate and clean. At this time, lunch time is drawing to a close, so there are a few vacant places. She remembers that it's usually full at dinner.

She went to the bar and said to the old cashier, "boss, I'd like a bowl of wonton stew with more pepper. I want the hottest one."

"All right." The old man lengthened his voice and enthusiastically called to the backstage: "a bowl of wonton stew, spicy."

She paid the money and sat down in a corner where she didn't know what to do. The color and style of the tables and chairs here seemed to be the same as before. She could not help feeling a little lost. Time passed quietly, but there was something that had not changed.

She put the bag on the bench and waited for the waiter to deliver the stew. She was not in a hurry, nor did she feel empty. She came here not so much to eat wonton stew as to be nostalgic. However, those old memories, good and warm, are so few; Cruel, sad, is so much.