Ch 66

　Wendy's high heels obviously paused, and she walked out of the conference room without looking back, her high ponytail swaying behind her head: "If you want to know so much, just ask Mr. Fu."

　　Gaosuke grinned behind her.

　　With Mr. Fu's low pressure today, who dares to say even a single word to him!

　　Come to think of it, last month, they had a good time when Mr. Fu got off work on time at five o'clock in the afternoon, and the whole company was singing and dancing.

　　Looking back now, it feels like a lifetime ago.

　　how.

　　...

　　Did the Bodhisattva who protected them leave?

　　*

　　The sun was setting in the west, and in the dust kicked up by the rear wheels, the motorcycle parked high-profile in front of the food stall.

　　The man took off his helmet and looked around. He didn't find the person he wanted to see, so he looked for a waiter and said softly with foxy eyes: "Excuse me, is your boss here?"

　　Huang Lili's cheeks were slightly red: "Yes. Right, right behind, I'll take you there."

　　Cheng Jiali thanked him and strode to follow.

　　To be honest, since the last time he watched Ji Fanling get into the Cullinan, Cheng Jiali's interest in flirting with her has faded away.

　　If you don't listen to singing, you won't harvest gold, and you won't get oil and salt.

　　There shouldn't be such a difficult girl in the world.

　　However, if you think about it carefully, the owner of the Cullinan car cannot be her boyfriend.

　　Otherwise, even if there are some resources missing from her fingers, she will not be allowed to work as a waitress.

　　The week Cheng Jiali went to perform at the Harbin Music Festival, he briefly let go of her and exchanged WeChat messages with several tall and sassy female lead singers and keyboard players. After the performance, we all gathered together for dinner and drinks, and it was so happy.

　　The drummer drunkenly hugged his neck and asked in his ear: "You always talk about your first love, what does it look like, show me?"

　　"There is no photo," Cheng Jiali said with a smile, "So... I can't remember it clearly for many years, it's just a feeling. "

　　Just like the little waiter.

　　The apron with red edges and black bottom, the long forehead hair that covers her eyes, and the light lips that are always pursed.

　　Slow speech, heart-wrenching words.

　　And his eyes are always cold.

　　At once.

　　Very energetic.

　　Seeing her, Cheng Jiali felt as if he was now young, returning to that all-powerful and nostalgic era of youth.

　　...

　　Boss Zhao was called out and looked at the young man in front of him strangely: "Looking for me?"

　　Cheng Jiali smiled: "I'm here to discuss business with you."

　　"What business?"

　　"You know? City Music Festival? My band was invited to perform there and released an album last year. I would like to ask if you can perform a road show here

　　? "

　　" It's just us performing at your place. It's free. All our fans will come. I just want to borrow your venue."

　　Boss Zhao's eyes were filled with laughter: "Oh, oh, that must be good. When I was young, I loved music the most."

　　Cheng Jiali took out his mobile phone . : "We will also promote it on Weibo when the time comes."

　　Seeing the band's 200,000 fans, Boss Zhao's eyes widened, and he waved his big hand: "That's great, I will set up a tent for you then, so that... …Fans and friends, you all have fun watching it!"

　　"However, there will definitely be a lot of people coming by then, so you'd better arrange for all the waiters in the store to be here… By the way, I can take a look at the store. Is there a list of employees there?"

　　How could Boss Zhao refuse? He quickly took out the list and information. Cheng Jiali pretended to flip through it a few times and found Ji Fanling's resume and caught a glimpse of her profile picture.

　　Looking at the photos, she looks white and well-behaved.

　　Like a child.

　　Cheng Jiali suppressed a smile: "This little girl is quite beautiful, so she must be there that day..." The words stopped abruptly.

　　The man's pupils narrowed.

　　The heartbeat is getting louder and faster, like a crazy drum beat.

　　There are black and white words on the resume. In the name column, three words are clearly written:

　　- "Ji Fanling"

　　Chapter 22 Homesickness

　　"...Ji Fanling?"

　　Cheng Jiali murmured as if he was struck by lightning.

　　How could it be?

　　How could it be possible?

　　Is it really her?

　　If it is really Ji Fanling, then all her rejection, resistance, and reluctance have reasonable explanations.

　　——She didn't dare to recognize him.

　　He just knew it.

　　If they met by chance and were strangers to each other, and he had done this, how could she not be moved at all?

　　"Oh Ji Fanling, she will definitely be at work by then, almost every day."

　　Boss Zhao looked around looking for him The man patted his head and said, "I'm not here today. She asked for leave. It seems she is moving."

　　"Oh, moving..." Cheng Jiali repeated.

　　Boss Zhao didn't notice his abnormality and was still passionately thinking about the venue arrangements for the road show that day. He wanted him to promote other bands and do more activities like this.

　　Cheng Jiali didn't listen to a word. He swallowed and looked at Ji Fanling's resume.

　　...

　　A student from university.

　　German major.

　　Born on February 11, 2006.

　　When was Ji Fanling's birthday that year?

　　Tsk.

　　How could he remember it?

　　Cheng Jiali felt itchy as a cat scratching his heart, wishing he could go and get to know her right now, but he had just returned from Harbin, and Fang Jingyun wanted him to accompany her to dinner, and also asked him to go to her parents' house. In fact, he was divided and unable to do anything.

　　Unconcealable boredom and impatience flashed in his eyes. He coughed twice, adjusted his mood, turned to the next page of information, and said casually: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, we will arrange the road show in February..."

　　Let's take it as a birthday surprise on the 11th."

　　The discussion ended.

　　Cheng Jiali was about to leave, but couldn't suppress the inexplicable excitement in his heart. He turned around and added: "Boss Zhao, do you believe in fate?"