Chapter 69 Fear of her despair and firm introduction

   "Beautiful, you can't have that kind of thought."

   Pei Yilan was afraid that she would despair of love, so she was more determined to sell... introduction.

   She said with a stern face: "What you said is only the situation that will appear at the beginning. Later, he has a certain understanding of you, and he will definitely find a common topic to chat with you."

   "I still feel troublesome."

   "In this way, you look at his photo first." She chose seduction when she couldn't make any sense.

   Lin Jiao had no choice but to take over the phone.

   She pressed **** on the screen and slightly enlarged the full-body photo: "Is he 1.8 meters tall?"

   "Yes." Pei Yilan thought for a while, and took Pei Zhi as an example: "He is only half a head shorter than my uncle."

   "According to the standards of most humans, it is about 16 to 20 centimeters from the chin to the top of the head, taking the middle value to be 18 centimeters, and dividing it by two is 9 centimeters."

   "What's wrong with nine centimeters?"

  Lin Jiao patiently said: "Uncle is 1.88 meters. Subtracting 9 from his height, the answer is 1.79 meters."

   Pei Yilan followed her train of thought and stared at the screen doubtfully: "But I feel that he is more than 1.79 meters."

   "That's because he's wearing shoes."

  “…”

  Lin Jiao took the milk tea cup and took two sips.

   She looked at Pei Yilan, who was studying the photos, and refused again on the grounds of her height: "Yilan, I like more than 185."

   Pei Yilan was silent.

   She passed several people in her memory, and finally thought of a suitable one: "What do you think of Yan Jingshun?"

   "Who is Yan Jingshun?"

   "School grass two years older than us."

   "I don't have an impression." Lin Jiao seldom paid attention to rankings such as school grass and school flowers before.

   "He helped you before, but you forgot?"

   "Help me with what?"

   Pei Yilan tried to awaken her memory: "Once you were almost hit by a basketball, he was the one who blocked it for you."

  Lin Jiao still can't remember.

   She asked from the side: "Are you familiar?"

   "When he was still in school, we played together twice, and we didn't know each other very well."

   "I'm not familiar with you, do you still want to introduce me?"

   "His reputation is very good." Pei Yilan sent him a WeChat message: "And he meets your requirements, exactly 185."

   "This is too popular."

  Lin Jiao can always find an excuse.

   She pretended to be distressed: "There must be many suitors around him, and I don't want to fight with them."

   "As long as he likes you, he can handle those things by himself, so why do you need to come forward?"

"not sure."

   Pei Yilan didn't continue.

   She poked the keyboard on the screen: "I asked for you, he doesn't have a girlfriend."

   "You so fast?"

   "How do you connect if you are not happy?"

  “…”

  Lin Jiao clicked on WeChat at her gesture, and she saw a friend request.

   She rubbed her eyebrows: "Can I ignore it?"

   "You should be friends with him first." Pei Yilan's idea was simple: "It's not suitable, it's not necessary for you to talk."

   "Then don't urge me to meet him."

   "Absolutely not!"

  Lin Jiao pressed the accept button.

   After she introduced herself to Yan Jingshun, she didn't want to talk anymore: "Go back to the company first, I still want to sleep."

   "Okay." Pei Yilan took her out.

   She bought two bouquets of flowers at the door and handed her the one with the most roses: "Jiaojiao, your love is coming soon."

  Lin Jiao smiled but said nothing.

   She took the bunch of flowers, stepped on the fallen maple leaves, and walked towards Shengheng facing Xuyang.

   As everyone knows, every step she takes at this moment is to narrow the distance between her and her love.

  *

   Pei Zhi only learned about Pei Yilan's introduction to her boyfriend during the weekend party.

   With a sullen face, he pushed open the door in a irritable mood, and sat alone in the garden opposite the private room to breathe.

   The wind in early autumn is cool.

   Wearing only a black shirt, he let the evening wind blowing from all sides get into his collar and swept every inch of his skin.

   "Mr. Pei, don't think about it."

  Shen Yi brought red wine and a goblet, walked to him and sat down: "Lin Jiao doesn't plan to meet him, what are you anxious about?"

   "Now does not mean later."

   "You will be with her in the future." He poured red wine into the glass: "They are even more impossible."

   "It's easy to say." Pei Zhi took the goblet he handed over and put it to his lips.

   A few drops of red wine slid down his chin, silently moistening his collar, and carrying the chill into his heart.

   "I'm not joking with you." Shen Yi tapped the cigarette case with his fingers: "Lin Jiao's attitude towards you is different from before."

   "What does that prove?"

   "Prove that you have more chances than that."

   "Indeed." Zhou Yanshen, who appeared later, patted him on the shoulder soothingly: "I heard you are going to Paris?"

   "This is the plan."

   Pei Zhi put down the empty wine glass.

   He raised his legs and put them on the other chair, the voice overflowing from his lips was a little hoarse: "But I'm not sure if there is any change."

   "Have you booked your flight?"

"not yet."

   "I'll help you order." Zhou Yanshen didn't want to see his lonely look, so he simply helped to the end.

   He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and flipped through the flight information at the end of the month: "Read your ID number."

   "You want me to cut first and then play?"

   "Didn't you all discuss it?"

   "Pei Yilan hasn't decided yet." As soon as Pei Zhi mentioned her, his brows knitted together.

   "What is she doing?" Zhou Yanshen picked a direct flight on the evening of the 30th.

   In order to dispel his concerns, he added: "I can't help you solve her."

  Shen Yi thought so too.

   He moved the chair and moved closer to Pei Zhi: "This opportunity is rare, you have to seize it."

"I know."

   Pei Zhi took a deep breath.

   He reported his ID number to Zhou Yanshen, and then sent Qu Shao's to him: "Do you remember Jiaojiao?"

"Remember."

   Zhou Yanshen booked three air tickets: "She will receive a text message, I'll go and tell her first."

   "Well." Pei Zhi lit a cigarette.

   When the spark devoured the cigarette paper and burned to the end, he got up and returned to the private room with Shen Yi.

   A song swept across my ears as the door opened.

   Lin Jiao, who was sitting in the corner, seemed to raise her eyes with emotion, and met those long and narrow eyes.

   Seeing him sitting beside her, she overturned to the right to his ear: "Uncle, Brother Yan has helped us book our tickets."

   "He told me."

   "Did you get the text message?"

   Pei Zhi responded lightly.

   He looked at her cheek and observed the expression: "He seems to have forgotten to book for Pei Yilan."

   "I just asked Yilan, she won't go."

"why?"

   "She made an appointment with Jiang Ye."

  The environment was too noisy, so Lin Jiao had to approach him: "They are going to ski."

  The warm breath sprayed over, and Pei Zhi had a feeling of being lightly scratched by feathers, and it was very itchy.

   He tilted his head: "That's fine."

   (end of this chapter)