Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

"I'm sorry. I've come across something. I'm a little bit blunt. Please understand."

Lin Minjia also knows that she seems to be emotional, but she is really upset.

"What's the matter? Say it and see if I can help you

Song Zhiran thinks that everything is man-made, and there must be a solution.

"Can you get tickets for Zheng Zeyu's concert? Two. "

Lin Minjia was just trying to say it.

"Concert?" Song Zhiran suddenly understood what he wanted to ask, but Lin Minjia said it himself. This is really an accident, but song Zhiran's heart is not so good. On one side, he says he wants to marry him, and on the other side, he makes an appointment with Wu Qingluo to see a concert. Why can't he explain these things clearly, why it's so difficult for him to get a place, and why he is an invisible existence, Song Zhiran couldn't understand that he was no better than Wu Qing.

"Well, I don't think you can do anything about it. Forget it. I'll do something about it."

Lin Minjia thinks that song Zhiran may have a way to introduce a person, but it's impossible to get tickets for the performance.

"Wait, are you talking about Zheng Zeyu?" Song Zhiran suddenly thought of something. He seemed to feel that he was not reconciled. He wanted to revenge and strike Wu Qingluo. He wanted to let people know that he was not a bully. He could not be perfunctory in this way.

"Yes, you know? Can you get tickets? " When Lin Minjia heard song Zhiran's tone changed, she seemed to hear hope all of a sudden, as if everything had taken a turn for the better. She seemed to be able to see a glimmer of light after the dark, as if it made people feel that everything was hopeful.

"Well, a friend knows Zheng Zeyu. It's estimated that there are internal VIP tickets to get. Otherwise, I'll contact you. You can come to my house and wait for me."

Song Zhiran said it very lightly, as if he thought it was a very common thing.

"Really? That's great, Ranran. That's very kind of you. "

At this time, Lin Minjia seems to have a feeling of complacency. It's like finding an exit at last. Someone can help you at last.

"Come over after work. I'll contact you now and wait for you."

Song Zhiran was thinking about how to deal with it.

The night is getting dark. The concert usually starts at 7:30. However, due to the need for layer by layer security, it must be at least an hour in advance.

In order to be more careful, Wu Qingluo made a direct appointment with Lin Minjia to meet at 5:30 at the gate of the Expo site. Because the venue of the concert is in the Mercedes exhibition hall, it will take some time to go there, so he wants to keep plenty of time, but it is doomed to wait.

At five o'clock, Wu Qingluo had already eaten something, and started to drive towards the Expo site. There was no traffic jam on the road. It seemed that he was very awesome. He knew he could not add the same to Wu Qing Lu, but it was Wu Qing who had to find a parking place later. Maybe everyone came here in a car, which made the parking space full. It's really hard to find one. Looking at these four wheeled creatures, Wu Qingluo felt that it was a wrong choice to drive by himself. It was much more convenient to know that he had taken a taxi to come here. There were taxis at the door. Now, there is no place to stop this time. In order to stop the car, I have to drive far away to stop it. It's really a wrong decision.

I finally stopped the car. It's already 5:20. It's really not close to the appointed place. Wu Qingluo began to speed up. He really didn't want to feel late. After all, the time and place were all set by himself. He was really sorry to be late.

Along the way, a lot of people began to appear. Maybe we all set such a time to appear. Then we rushed to the venue all the way, as if it were a large crowd of people. The head movement was just like this. The appearance of the sea of people had a faint rudiment.

There are also hawkers selling fluorescent lamps and all kinds of stalls at the door.

Wu Qingluo saw that it was getting closer and closer to the appointed time, so he began to step forward and ran all the way. He dodged from left to right just to make the speed faster, as if he had to arrive at the appointed place on time. After Wu Qingluo's fast running, he was finally two minutes late, at 5:32, Wu Qing stood at the appointed place. Wu Qingluo felt pain in her chest, as if her ribs had been squeezed. The pain one by one could make her clearly understand which bone was in pain. The mucous membrane in her respiratory tract seemed to be broken. It was always sticky. Maybe it was the sequela of strenuous exercise. Anyway, the whole person was uncomfortable, But Wu Qingluo looks around, but there is no Lin Minjia. It's not like she can't wait for two minutes. It must be Lin Minjia who is late. Wu Qingluo thinks that why Lin Minjia is late is a promise to herself. Maybe something has delayed her. It's not sure about the company's affairs. Maybe something unexpected has happened, but Lin Minjia agrees to herself, Will certainly appear, will accompany oneself to see Zheng Zeyu's concert, Wu Qing falls in this moment is so believe Lin Minjia's speech.

Ten minutes later, Lin Minjia still didn't show up. Wu Qingluo couldn't bear it. She didn't know if Lin Minjia had forgotten about it, so she couldn't help but call Lin Minjia.

"Minjia? Have you set out yet? " Wu Qing came up to ask, and there was already a sense of urgency in her tone. It seemed that she was reminding Lin Minjia.

At this time, Lin Minjia was driving, not to the Expo site, but in the opposite direction, on the way to song Zhiran's home.

"It's on the way. Wait for me. I'll be there in a minute."

Although he said so, the car was still driving in the opposite direction. It seemed that as long as it was for the ticket of the concert, Lin Minjia could not care about it. Since Song Zhiran had said that he had got the ticket of the concert, Lin Minjia naturally believed it. It seemed that there was no way to do it, so he regarded the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"Well, I'll wait for you."

After Wu Qingluo hung up Lin Minjia's phone, he felt relieved. Maybe, this is on the way, and Lin Minjia will arrive soon.

On this thought, Wu Qingluo seems to be in a much better mood. Turning around, maybe it's not a big deal. It's just a concert.

As soon as Lin Minjia stepped on the accelerator, he continued to go to song Zhiran's home.

This gallop upstairs, Lin Minjia is already very anxious, as if to think that took the concert tickets will go.

After ringing the doorbell for a long time, song Zhiran came late and wanted to open the door with the same rhythm.

"Where are the tickets?" Lin Minjia didn't even want to enter the door. She wanted to take the ticket and leave. She was panting all the time. She was very worried.

"Don't worry. Come and sit for a while. It's still early. It's only half past five. What's your hurry?" Song Zhiran took Lin Minjia's hand and pulled him into the room. "Look at you. You are panting. Have a rest first."

With that, song Zhiran had slammed the door of the room.

"Where are the tickets?" Lin Minjia still thinks it is reliable to ask whether there are tickets.

"Oh, well, my friend said to deliver the tickets, but now there is a traffic jam on the road. You see, there must be a traffic jam in the rush hour. Wait a minute, I'll call again to urge you."

Song Zhiran really pretends to be very similar. It's a waste of her acting skills not to win the Golden Horse Award.

"Didn't you tell me you had the ticket?" Lin Minjia has a feeling of being cheated. Song Zhiran of Ming Dynasty said that he had already got the ticket, but he still beat around the bush like this.

"I'm talking about friends getting tickets. Is it interesting to argue about these now?" Song Zhiran saw that Lin Minjia didn't seem to believe in himself. He felt a little frustrated, as if he pretended to be helpful and was suspected.

"I don't want to argue with you, but it's urgent. If you have tickets for the concert, you can say that you don't have tickets for the concert, and you don't have to hide it. Just tell the truth, and don't delay. Anyway, you can deal with it. I just hope you have tickets for the concert, but it doesn't matter if you don't have tickets."

Lin Minjia wants to make it clear to song Zhiran that she really doesn't want to waste her time on something hesitant. If Lin Minjia really can't get the ticket, she decides to make it clear to Wu Qingluo. After all, it's not something that can't be solved, is it?

"If there are tickets for the concert, how can I cheat you? I might as well tell you that I know Zheng Zeyu. He and I are from the same school. We used to know each other. Do you think I can get tickets for his concert

Song Zhiran takes out his trump card, which is to kill all the evidence. He just wants Lin Minjia to believe that he has tickets for the concert.

"I don't doubt you, Ranran. I'm very grateful for your help. Really, thank you. For my business, I'm so eager. Really."

Lin Minjia suddenly feels that she doubts how ridiculous song Zhiran is. However, song Zhiran is not a good person. Lin Minjia always knows that she is only close to her for some things. So far, Lin Minjia is only able to stand with song Zhiran, because the task has not been completed yet. Now if you can make use of it, just make use of it.

"So, you don't have to worry. Sit down and wait."

Song Zhiran asked Lin Minjia to sit down and wait for a while, then he went to get the cup.

"Here, try this. The wine my friend brought back for me is made in Bordeaux. Try it and give me some advice."

Song Zhiran takes a bottle of red wine and sits beside Lin Minjia. He puts down two transparent glasses, then pours the red wine and hands it to Lin Minjia.

Drink less, Lin Minjia still accept, after all, this is not a very strong wine, a little taste, still can.

"Cheers."

Song Zhiran seems to be very happy, but also some proud, there is a smile on his face can not hide, as if a thing is completed. Lin Minjia is already a mouthful, but Wu Qingluo does not drink, as if waiting for Lin Minjia to drink.

Just as he was about to drink, song Zhiran's phone rang, "excuse me, I'll take a call."

With that, song Zhiran went to answer the phone directly.

Wu Qingluo is waiting. Ten minutes have passed. Half an hour has passed, but he still hasn't seen Lin Minjia. He seems to be missing. Maybe he is drowned in a sea of people. Wu Qingluo constantly stands on tiptoe and looks up to visit, but he can't find Lin Minjia. He doesn't come here at all. This is a lie.

The sky has been dark, the people come and go batch after batch, several girls around wait for their lovers, and then hand in hand into the venue, it's already 6:30, Lin Minjia still didn't appear, Wu Qingluo can't bear it, dialed Lin Minjia's phone.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is off."

The voice from the other end of the phone is the voice of a miss from a mobile company. In Wu Qingluo's opinion, such a voice is so ugly that she doesn't want to hear it at all. Why can the phone still be dialed just now, but now it's turned off? What is Lin Minjia doing? Wu Qingluo's heart was full of questions about what happened and why it was like this. It seemed that question marks hovered over Wu Qingluo's head one by one, and there was no way to eliminate them.

Maybe something happened to Lin Minjia? Wu Qingluo felt uneasy, but it didn't seem that anything would happen. After all, he didn't receive the phone call from the relevant place. Or wait, Wu Qingluo made such a decision in his heart.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Go inside and wipe it. Take off your coat and I'll blow it for you. "

Song Zhiran accidentally spills red wine on Lin Minjia's suit, so he has to let Lin Minjia take off the suit and iron it himself.

As soon as he entered the inner room, song Zhiran took out Lin Minjia's mobile phone and directly pressed the power off button. It seemed that he wanted the mobile phone to choose the sleeping state, and the screen was always black.

"Well, I'm sorry."

Song Zhiran passes Lin Minjia's suit, and then looks innocent.