Ch 83

"Mr. Fu! Why did you come here in person?"

　　The clerk smiled in panic: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Song thought it was your secretary who came to pick it up. He didn't come himself, so he asked me to come."

　　"It's okay. "Fu Yingcheng took the heavy paper bag and asked, "Have you received the transfer?"

　　"Yes. Mr. Song sent me a message after receiving the transfer. He thought I had seen you, but my flight was delayed. We just got off the plane, and Mr. Song said you were too polite."

　　"

　　You, you, have been waiting for me for more than an hour?" The clerk was flattered.

　　You know, for people like Fu Yingcheng, money is not really valuable, time is the most valuable thing, and every second counts.

　　Although he got on the plane as soon as he left the auction house, and the things that were rushed all the way were indeed expensive... but they were far from enough for Fu Yingcheng to pick them up in person.

　　"It's okay." Fu Yingcheng still said these two words.

　　The clerk hurriedly said, "By the way, Mr. Song is very attentive to this cooperation. Director Su has had several meals without giving any accurate information. He is I would like to take this opportunity to ask if I can arrange for a business representative to go to your company for a brief discussion..." "I am pressed for time." Fu Yingcheng interrupted lightly, " 　　Contact

　　Gao Zhu to arrange the meeting. Is there anything else?"

He was stunned and stammered: "No... no more."

　　"Thank you to Song Wenlan for me."

　　After Fu Yingcheng finished speaking, he turned around and left, driving from Beiwan Airport to Jixing Street.

　　The black SUV was speeding along and parked in a parking space under the shade of a tree. Fu Yingcheng was about to get out of the car with his things, but he paused and opened the paper bag.

　　Inside is a jewelry box made of genuine leather. When the jewelry box is opened, there is a heavy-duty hollow sandalwood box carved with lacquered cranes and cloud patterns.

　　Opening it again, what he wanted lying on the pure black velvet substrate was what he wanted.

　　Fu Yingcheng paused for two seconds, rubbed it with his fingertips, took out the items individually, put them in his pockets, and left all the extravagant and luxurious packaging on the passenger seat.

　　As soon as he opened the car door, deafening music filled his ears, and Fu Ying frowned.

　　Under the stage spotlight, as the slowed melody returned to the most familiar key of C major, the lead singer holding a red guitar sang the last verse affectionately:

　　"Happy birthday to you."

　　"All I promised was true ."

　　"Present is my soul."

　　"Forever along with you."

　　Cheng Jiali lowered his eyelashes for a moment and pressed the strings of the guitar with his palms.

　　The whole audience burst into enthusiastic applause.

　　Fu Yingcheng's eyebrows turned completely cold. In the flashing colorful spotlights, he couldn't find Ji Fanling for a moment and walked quickly towards the front of the stage in the direction with the most people.

　　Cheng Jiali smiled on the stage, pressed his index finger to his lips, and shushed.

　　The field became quiet again.

　　"This birthday friend is here today."

　　Cheng Jiali smiled softly, "Can you stand up?...Ji Fanling."

　　The drummer beat a string of drums gorgeously.

　　"Ahhhhhh Fanling!!" Lu Yan and Wu Qing both screamed and looked in Ji Fanling's direction.

　　"What?!" Huang Lili refused to believe her ears and asked the people around her, "Who is he talking about? Is he talking about Ji Fanling?"

　　In the darkness, Fu Yingcheng's fingers were almost Clenched into the palm of my hand.

　　Amid the tidal wave of hooting, Ji Fanling was finally found by someone he knew, and everyone's eyes focused on him.

　　The girl stood up reluctantly, standing small on the steps.

　　Soon someone forced the microphone into her hand.

　　"Fan Ling," Cheng Jiali looked through the crowd, his voice was gentle and seductive, "The song I just sang was written by me. Do you like it?"

　　Fu Yingcheng's heart skipped a beat, and he plucked Get rid of the crowd around you and squeeze in the direction of Ji Fanling.

　　A scene from the past flashed before my eyes.

　　In the dim car, the girl sat in the passenger seat, lowered her head, covered her eyes with soft bangs, and muttered reluctantly.

　　She didn't like Cheng Jiali at all, and she agreed to his confession because she didn't want to let so many people down in public. She

　　looked prickly, but she was actually softer than anyone else.

　　It was enough to miss it once back then. Do you have to watch it happen again now?

　　Fu Yingcheng's pace became faster and faster, but his way forward was blocked by tables and chairs arranged in a chaotic manner.

　　The surrounding fans crowded together and refused to give in, blocking every space, and their ears were filled with shouts: "Squeeze whatever you want, I came first!"

　　In the chaotic noise, the man's palms were sweating, and his ears were filled with sweat. Faint auditory hallucinations appeared vaguely.

　　It was in the high school classroom that year that all the gossiping classmates exclaimed:

　　"Someone in the International Department has confessed his love!"

　　"Fuck! Really?"

　　"Really, really, come on! " Let's go and see Cheng Jiali's class. It's so romantic

　　!

　　" I'm so worried that no one knows who Cheng Jiali is confessing to?"

　　"Ji Fanling? Is it really Ji Fanling from our class?"

　　The young man's heart skipped a beat. .

　　"Did Ji Fanling agree?" someone asked.

　　"Yeah, did she agree? Don't agree! That's Cheng Jiali!"

　　A boy rushed into the classroom and brought the latest news, his voice excited and ecstatic: "It's done! Holy shit! Ji Fanling agreed!"

　　The surroundings changed. The high-pitched screams filled the young man's mind.