Chapter 180 She likes Pei Zhi

   On Sunday evening, Qian Yue and Pei Yilan rushed to Mingxin with beer skewers to help her out.

  The tin foil is spread on the coffee table, all the barbecue and braised duck feet and chicken feet are placed on it, and beer is pressed next to it.

   "Beautiful." Pei Yilan opened the beer and sat cross-legged on the carpet: "I'll tell you something only you don't know."

"what?"

   "Uncle has liked you for many years."

  Lin Jiao's eyes froze: "For many years?" She raised her head in disbelief, her voice trembling slightly: "You didn't lie to me, did you?"

   "Really." Her expression was very serious: "Chu Yuzhou told me personally, but I don't know exactly how many years."

  Qian Yue put on disposable gloves, and her eyes fell on Lin Jiao, who was obviously stunned: "Is it possible that it was love at first sight?"

   "It's unlikely." Pei Yilan recalled: "Jiaojiao was only eighteen when she knew him."

   She is eighteen, and Pei Zhi is twenty-four.

  According to common sense, he only has a 10% chance of liking a girl who has just grown.

   "Not yet eighteen." Lin Jiao corrected her: "The next day you brought me to meet him is New Year's Eve."

   "Underage? That's really impossible."

   "I guess he fell in love with you when you were in college. You can ask when that happens."

   "It's rare to see someone so infatuated." Qian Yue fed her a piece of potato: "Treasure it."

  Lin Jiao's heart was beating wildly.

   She was chewing potato chips, thinking about the past, but she couldn't find evidence of his heartbeat at the first time.

   Before she could remember all the details, she was interrupted by Pei Yilan's voice: "Are you with him?"

"No."

   "I don't believe it." Qian Yue pinched the tips of her red ears and said deliberately, "Don't be shy in front of us."

   "Really not." Lin Jiao chewed the duck's paw meat: "In the time I don't remember, he always respected me."

   "So all your previous plans failed?"

   "Well." Her voice was like a mosquito, and if it wasn't indoors, she couldn't hear clearly: "Don't talk about that."

   Seeing her shyness, Pei Yilan and Qian Yue looked at each other, and tacitly didn't mention it again.

   Gradually, half of the barbecue and beer on the table were eliminated, and the air was filled with the aroma of wine.

  The cold wind hid in the night beat the window.

   The living room, which suddenly became quiet, seemed to hear the whistling of the wind, but it was soon covered up by the slight clinking of glasses.

   "Beautiful." Pei Yilan drank her cheeks slightly red, but she was still sensible: "Do you like him?"

   Do you like him?

  Lin Jiao remembered the time when her memory was correct. She was picked up and dropped off by Pei Zhi every day, getting used to his goodness, enjoying his thoughtfulness, letting him be intimate, and getting along with him in the mode of not being full of lovers.

  What if it's not a sign of heartbeat?

   She sighed: "I like it." After careful consideration, the answer was solemn: "I liked it before anything happened."

   "It's the same as what I thought." Qian Yue's expression was not surprised: "If your memory is messed up without emotion, you won't be so quick to invest, and you won't subconsciously fill the loopholes."

  Lin Jiao's dream is full of loopholes.

   In the past two months, whenever she thought deeply about the so-called past life, she would realize that something was wrong.

   But her subconscious mind chose to ignore it, and maintained the status quo with him, unwilling to clear the shadow.

   "So what's your plan next?" Pei Yilan squeezed her tender cheeks twice, making her return to her senses in an instant.

   "I didn't think about it."

   "Do you have any concerns?"

   "It's not a concern." Lin Jiao pursed her lips: "I just recovered yesterday and haven't gotten used to it yet."

   Qianyue understood her feelings.

   She took two sips of beer: "You let him chase you for a while, and then talk about it when you get used to it."

   "How long is a period of time?"

   "Look at you, if you can't hold it for two or three days, you've all slept."

  “…” is too straightforward.

  Lin Jiao shyly listened to her advice.

  They rushed to the 'battlefield' in order to be in a good state for tomorrow, and hurriedly lay on the bed in the master bedroom before twelve o'clock, and fell asleep talking about the boudoir.

  Compared to their liveliness, a certain house in Hongfenglin seemed a lot deserted.

   Pei Zhi, who did not have nephrite in his arms, lost sleep.

   He leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes fell on the chat record with Lin Jiao, he read it over and over several times, originally wanted to relieve his thoughts, but he fell deeper and deeper into the conversation.

   The time she was there was so beautiful, so beautiful that it was like a mirror, and it would disappear without a trace if you touched it.

   The bedroom was filled with grey smoke.

  The ashtrays placed on the cabinets lay unquenched cigarettes one after another, until the sky was slightly bright, and they were doused by a glass of water.

   "Boss, didn't you sleep last night?" Qu Shao noticed the dark blue under his eyes, with the words "You should restrain" written on his face.

   "The bruise is gone."

   "What...she's back to normal!?"

   "Recovered on Saturday." Pei Zhi rubbed his eyebrows, exhausted: "Buy me a breakfast."

   "No wonder she's not here." Qu Shao muttered.

   He stopped at the entrance of the bakery, and within two minutes he got into the car with a plastic bag: "Boss, do you want to pick her up?"

   "No answer."

   "She refuses to see you?"

   Pei Zhi's lung tube was hurt by him.

   She did say 'I won't meet until the time is up', so he didn't refute it, much less gave him a warning eye before.

   "She needs time to think about it." He opened the bag of bread and took two bites expressionlessly.

   "Do you think she can figure it out?"

   "Why not?"

  Qu Shao murmured his lower lips, but didn't ask any more.

   He drove to Sheng Heng, and when he arrived at the president's office on the top floor, he asked in a concerned tone, "Would you like to take a nap first?"

   Pei Zhi took off his coat: "No."

   He sat on the sofa, and after an hour and a half video conference, he drowsily flipped through a few documents between his knees.

  The dense text formed several black circles in front of his eyes, which unconsciously lured him to sleep.

   He turned to the fifth page, shrugged his eyelids and began to fight. No matter how much he could bear, he couldn't bear the surging sleepiness.

   "Boss..." Qu Shao found that he was asleep, swallowed and sighed before he finished speaking.

   He took out a quilt from the lounge and was about to cover him when something flashed in his mind that stopped him.

   Wild Cricket: [Ms. Lin, do you have time to come up? The boss didn't sleep all night and seemed to faint. ]

   Five minutes passed, but the other party still did not reply.

   Just when he wanted to copy that sentence, he pretended to repeat it a few times, when there was a sound of footsteps from far to near.

  Lin Jiao pushed open the door: "How is he?" Her breathing was chaotic, and there was still panic in her eyes, clearly caring about him.

   "I misunderstood." Qu Shao frowned angrily, fearing to disturb his sleep, his voice lowered: "The boss just fell asleep."

   (end of this chapter)