Chapter 19 Sympathy

 

We stood face to face for ten minutes before we sighed at each other.

 

 

Chen Xiaoyu was still lying on the bed, Zhang Qiang glanced at her speechlessly, and slowly sat on the mat, all of a sudden loss of energy.

 

 

"You rest first, I'll go out and buy a quilt."

 

 

I know that this time, Chen Xiaoyu will not run around, because Zhang Qiang, the only one who loves her and tolerates her, has changed a little in his heart.

 

 

But I had no choice. I decided to let her stay temporarily. She was also pitiful. Although very hateful, the sympathy still breeds in my heart.

 

 

I didn't get a response to my words, and his dumb look made me feel worthless as a big man.

 

 

On the road, I was curious how Chen Xiaoyu, a scheming bitch, would fool Zhang Qiang, an honest man, but it felt immoral that he walked in the alley with the quilt, but unconsciously speeded up his pace.

 

 

When I reached the door, there was a string of small voices inside. I put my eyeballs on the crack of the door and watched Chen Xiaoyu's performance.

 

 

"Brother Qiang, I was forced..." Chen Xiaoyu knelt down on the ground mat, holding Zhang Qiang's palm with both hands, crying:"You know, it’s not easy for me as a girl to work hard in the city. After I came back from the village, I wanted to buy a suite and bring my parents.

You know, they couldn't hold their heads up in the village for our business. "

 

 

"Well, I understand your hardship, I shouldn't play with you for more than a year..." Zhang Qiang was ashamed when she was fooled by her. He really naively thought that he had misunderstood.

 

 

"No, you're right." Chen Xiaoyu's performance can definitely win the annual Oscar. With her small hand blocking Zhang Qiang's mouth, she said to him with tears in her eyes:"Darling, you love me, I know, Xiang Nan and I are both young and naive. He pursues me, but if I don't agree, he will be stalking, you say, in a factory, how awkward it is for others to say... …"

 

 

Hearing this, I stood at the door, let out a long sigh of relief, and suppressed my anger.

 

 

Chen Xiaoyu briefly narrated the story between me and her, and then talked about sleeping with me.

 

 

"You know, darling, Cheng Hao is all false, he is a little manager, he wants to get me, but also wants to be promoted, so he introduced me to his leader.I was not as shameless as he said. I just drank two glasses of wine and went fishing with me. The place is very quiet, so you can't get in touch. "She automatically ignored the Beibei thing.

 

 

"For so many years, you love me, I know, darling... actually I like you too, but... I can't let go of my parents."After Chen Xiaoyu said affectionately, he slammed into Zhang Qiang's chest, leaving Zhang Qiang at a loss.

 

 

Chen Xiaoyu continued her performance: "Did you know, if I had a million, I would definitely marry you and support our parents together,"But now that I am still young, shouldn't I fight for a better material life? "

 

 

Zhang Qiang was excited, with a black face and a flush of joy. He grabbed Chen Xiaoyu's arm and asked seriously: "Is what you said is true? Is it true?"

 

 

"Really, my dear, the people in the city are too scheming. Only honest people like you are the only ones who can get married, who are kind to me."

 

 

Chen Xiaoyu bowed her head shyly, arching her head on Zhang Qiang's chest, with a soft tone: "Brother, as long as I have a house, I will marry you..."

 

 

"I, I..." Seeing Zhang Qiang's excitement, I wanted to push the door and uncover Chen Xiaoyu's ugly veil, but in the end, I gritted my teeth and stopped the thought.

 

 

I don't know whether Zhang Qiang really doesn't understand or pretends to be dumb, but his emotions are real.

 

 

The following plot was a bit irritating. Chen Xiaoyu stroked Zhang Qiang’s chest, breathed into his ears, and occasionally licked his earlobes with her tongue. She seemed to want to give Zhang Qiang her body.

 

 

However, Zhang Qiang is a gentleman and did not let Chen Xiaoyu do her wish, but he still gave the cash in his body to Chen Xiaoyu and said to her: "Whether you marry me or not, the money will be given to you to buy a house. Now, be filial to your parents, this is what children should do."

 

 

"En, dear, I know that you love me the most, love me, and when we have money, I will give you a baby." Chen Xiaoyu was so touched, but that expression, how I look at it, she was there Think of Zhang Qiang as a fool.

 

 

Chen Xiaoyu's performance made Zhang Qiang lost all of a sudden, and her promise made Zhang Qiang regain his motivation.

 

 

I was not qualified to comment on their love, but I sighed weakly in my heart. Even if I went in to persuade a few words, I still looked pale and weak.

 

 

I stood outside for more than an hour until Chen Xiaoyu said that Xiang Nan was coming back, and the two quickly separated, and I pretended to be nonchalant and walked in.

 

 

...

 

 

The next day, Zhang Qiang was about to leave Pingyuan to return to Dashanqing, to work harder for the bright future of him and Chen Xiaoyu.

 

 

I sent him to the station, and the two of them had a bowl of noodles at the food stall.

 

 

When I got into the car, I pulled him and asked: "Brother, are you thinking about it?"

 

 

He looked at me and squeezed my arm vigorously. He seemed to understand everything: "My brother, thank you for your concern. I love her. Even if she lied to me, I would admit it."

 

"Even if she lied to me, I would admit it." This is Zhang Qiang, a peasant man who rarely walks out of Dashanqing. His self-swearing oath to love is also an infinite indulgence and love for Chen Xiaoyu.

 

 

I can't see through his inner world, let alone walk into his heart. I only know that this man makes me look up.

 

 

In his eyes, love is like crystal, crystal clear, without any impurities.

 

 

He chooses to trust, so any difficulty, in a sentence of "I love you", will be destroyed and turned into ashes.

 

 

Zhang Qiang left, leaving me with the image of a true man standing upright, but I was distressed. How should I face Chen Xiaoyu?

 

 

But I chose to let her stay, because Chen Xiaoyu, it is impossible to follow the impoverished Dashan to celebrate. Maybe it was moved by Zhang Qiang's feelings, and I also want to be a good person.

 

 

...

 

 

From the station, I went directly to the company.

 

 

Standing at the gate, he was called into Gao Xue's office as soon as he had no conversation with Da Zhuang.

 

 

When I came, she was still very busy, as if in my cognition, she had never been idle.

 

 

"Is there something to do with me?"

 

 

With Zhong Shan's contact, I was in front of her, not as restrained as before, standing in front of the executive desk, looking at the white flowers, and joking evilly.

 

 

She lifted her head and gave me a blank look, her amorous look made me radiant.

 

 

However, after that, the cold voice made me speechless.

 

 

"You did a good job in Zhongshan, Mr. Ding personally signed and provided you with the company group rental treatment."

 

 

"Why?" I was taken aback.

 

She called me alone just for this?

 

 

"There is no why!"

 

 

She got up and took the folder and walked to the filing cabinet. She still spoke in the same way. She was so strong that I couldn't swallow a word.

 

 

When she turned around, her expression became a little hesitant, her cold face was slightly flushed, she stroked her ears and said to me: "Zhong Shan...at the hotel, I drank too much, so don't worry about it."

 

 

"Understood." I smiled evilly, showing an expression that you know and I know, which made her toss a folder at me.

 

 

I reached out and picked up the folder, and when she was about to run away, she quickly changed her words: "Gao Mi, I drank too much that day and I can't remember anything. Why are you mentioning it?"

 

 

She glared at me fiercely, handed it over with an expression of "you are acquainted", sat on the chair again, and said to me without looking up: "During this time, you will follow me and drive me. "

 

"Huh? Where's Ding President?" I asked subconsciously.

 

 

"Pop!" She slammed a pen on the table, scared me to shrink my head quickly.

 

 

"You want to know, go ask her!"

 

 

Seeing her angry expression, I waved my hand in a jealous manner, never daring to speak any more, wittyly ran to the Internal Security Department to sign in.

 

 

I don't know what madness this girl is smoking, but in my heart, I have been thinking about my goddess.