Cheng Ji'an returned to the apartment, only to find that there were two missed calls from Zhanming on his mobile phone, the time was five minutes ago.

"Zhanming, is there something?" I didn't know what was going on, so I put down my things and called back.

Zhan Ming's voice was slightly lower than usual, "Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together."

Cheng Ji'an was surprised, Zhan Ming coughed lightly and then said, "Well, it's my mother who wants to talk to you about your design draft..." He seemed a little embarrassed.

"..." Cheng Ji'an understood a little, this was because Zhanming was a little embarrassed because his identity was forced to be revealed. I just didn't expect that Ms. Ming would contact me, or in such a fast time.

"The lady who came this afternoon is my mother..." Zhanming explained again, for fear that Cheng Ji'an would not understand.

Cheng Ji'an smiled and said, "Okay, where can I meet you?" Although she didn't know why Ms. Ming was so anxious, it was a great honor for her to get her advice.

Zhan Ming paused for a moment, then smiled again, apparently guessing that Cheng Ji'an had already seen through everything.

"Wait a minute, I'll pick you up." Then he said again.

"Okay." Cheng Ji'an did not hesitate, and quickly responded.

The phone has been hung up, Zhanming turned to look at the person beside him, his expression was helpless again, "As you wish."

After work, tell him that she is waiting for him at a nearby cafe, and ask him to call Cheng Anan and ask her to have dinner as soon as she goes there. When she refuses, she smiles and says, "If you don't call, I'll call—at all." Give people an opportunity to consider.

Ming Jin ignored his son's "complaints" and just smiled, "It's not a very smart girl."

...

Half an hour later, Zhan Ming came downstairs to the apartment and called Cheng Ji'an again. After a while, Cheng Ji'an came downstairs.

She changed her clothes, a long black lace dress, and flat shoes of the same color. It was not formal, but it was decent enough. Step by step, comfortable and comfortable, gentle and moving. After seeing him, he smiled again, but the smile was a little playful.

This was a tacit understanding after seeing it through. Zhanming couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed again, but he didn't say anything. He just opened the door for her and said, "Miss Cheng, please."

If he sees it through, he will see through it, so he can only play a good role as a middleman. He was in charge of telephone contact just now, and now he is in charge of car pick-up.

Getting in the car, but still worried, "My mother's words are sometimes inexplicable. You can ignore her at that time."

Although she only said that she was discussing the design plan with her, who knows if she would suddenly do something in a flash.

Seeing him like this, Cheng Ji'an couldn't help but smile again, but then he replied, "Okay."

...

Ms. Ming was already waiting in the private room of the hotel. The hotel is not far from the apartment, only a ten-minute drive away, obviously considering her convenience. It's also a medium-to-high-grade place that doesn't make people too restrictive.

Cheng Ji'an walked in and said hello first, "Hello. Hello." Besides Ms. Ming, there was another woman in her thirties sitting at the table.

Ming Jin has already made an introduction, "This is Cheng Ji'an, the designer of these paintings. This is my assistant Wei Yun. She is more professional in production and will communicate with you later."

Zhanming was a little surprised, but he didn't expect his mother to call Sister Yun too. Sister Yun, the old backbone of the company, is also an old acquaintance of their family.

When the two greeted each other, Ming Jin looked over and gave him a meaningful smile.

A pair of I'm just doing business without any selfishness. It's just that you think too much.

"..." Zhan Ming was speechless, but in the end he just sat down.

The dining table is long, with two positions on the left and right. Mother and Sister Yun sat on one side, and Zhanming had to sit on the other side with Cheng Ji'an.

Some are unnatural, but they can only pretend to be calm. Glancing at my mother, my mother was just talking to Cheng Ji'an, as if she had already started talking about business.

After listening for a while, it is always the topic of clothing design.

Zhanming found that his mother seemed to be really interested in Cheng Ji'an's design, not just using a pretense to approach her. It was Sister Yun, her eyes lit up when she saw these designs.

Cheng Ji'an's design is novel and unique, which refreshes their thinking. Sister Yun had many questions, and her mother expressed her own questions from time to time. Cheng Ji'an always explained patiently, tirelessly and without omission.

The three women were discussing themselves, as if they had forgotten that there was a person nearby.

Zhan Ming felt that he was superfluous at first, but after listening to it, his eyes couldn't help being attracted to Cheng Ji'an.

She turned to him, her lips not moving. The tone of voice is a bit fast, but the voice is clear and pleasant, especially pleasant. Her body leaned forward slightly, her face always had a smile on her face, and her eyes were brighter than ever before - like the stars of a summer night, although only a side view, they were bright enough.

At this moment, she was serious and confident, with high spirits.

It's something she rarely looks like.

She is reserved and restrained, but if you give her a light, she can light up the whole world for you.

Zhan Ming pursed his lips and lowered his eyes. He remembered how she came over when he picked her up.

He was waiting for her downstairs, waiting for his girl to visit his house together.

At that moment, he was not without throbbing.

...

Time passed by little by little, and the three of them were always full of interest. Cheng Ji'an only drew six design drawings, but the surprise he brought could not be described in six words.

By the time the topic faded away, it was already past nine o'clock.

...

Under the street lights on Wutong Street, in a car, Ji Chongjun was watching the minutes on his watch keep turning down.

It was half past nine and she still hadn't come back. Looking up, the curtains were open, but it was dark inside the window.

He didn't know where she went or when she would come back. He wanted to ask, but finally gave up.

In the rear-view mirror, a car came over, glanced at it, and looked away again, only to find that the car was parked in front of the apartment door.

Someone stepped out of the car, one, two, three, and his eyes finally fell on her face.

...

"Auntie, do you want to go up and sit down?" Cheng Ji'an turned to Ming Jin across the road.

After leaving the hotel just now, Sister Yun took a step first. Knowing that Zhanming was going to take her home tonight, she wanted to take a taxi back by herself. Who knew that Aunt Ming asked Zhanming to take her home first. Although I don't know where Zhanming's house is, it's not in this area anyway. If I want to refuse, Aunt Ming has already pulled her into the car. She sat in the back seat with her just now and talked all the way.

But she also really likes her, a person who is very enlightened and wise. Being with her is very comfortable and happy.

I just didn't expect it to arrive now, she got out of the car, and she got out of the car with her.

"No, it's getting late, you should go to rest early." Ming Jin replied with a smile.

Cheng Ji'an also knew that she probably wouldn't go up, so he said again: "Then get in the car first, I'll watch you go before going up."

"Okay, then we'll see you next time, and we'll get in touch with you about the production." Ming Jin said, then smiled and opened his arms in a hug gesture.

"Okay." Cheng Ji'an stepped forward with a smile and hugged her gently.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Ming Jin said with a smile.

Cheng Ji'an felt her sincerity, and there was a warm current in his heart, and responded with the most sincere response, "I'm also very happy to meet you."

Hug each other tightly, leaning on each other's shoulders. Cheng Ji'an felt an unprecedented joy, the corners of his mouth raised and raised. It's just that when her eyes fell on something inadvertently, her smile suddenly stopped.

There was a black car parked opposite, which seemed to have not moved.

"Then let's go first." Ming Jin let go of his embrace and said with a smile.

Cheng Ji'an turned his head, "Okay."

"Go to bed early." Zhan Ming also said.

Cheng Ji'an responded with a smile, "You too."

Zhan Ming and Ming Jin got into the car again, and after saying goodbye again, the car started and gradually left. Cheng Ji'an's waving hand fell, and when he was about to turn around, he thought of something, and turned his head again.

It was a Land Rover, with no lights on, so couldn't see anyone inside.

Just remember... Ji Chongjun also seems to have an identical car.

Not sure, but go back. Going upstairs, opening the door, turning on the light, the thoughts in my heart are accumulating more and more.

When walked to the window, the car was still there, but from a different angle, from a height, there seemed to be a person sitting in the driver's seat.

Cheng Ji'an's heart jumped for no reason.

Back at the table, still uneasy. Finally, she pursed her lower lip and took out her phone.

Clicking into WeChat, looking at his screen, but still hesitant.

After a long while, I finally typed three words - "Is that you?"

send.

wait.

no respond.

Cheng Ji'an went to the window again, but found that the car was moving. It started slowly, and soon moved forward again.

There was no response, but everything seemed to have an answer.

...

Inside the car, Ji Chongjun looked into the distance and kept driving forward.

The screen of the mobile phone was already dark, but the words "is that you" were inserted into his heart like a needle.

No one is willing to admit that he lost, all he can do is to leave quietly.

Why does he come?

That night, there were only two of him and her, so close to each other, if no one came, maybe everything would be different.

He said they were just ordinary colleagues, but that was not the case.

All he wanted to be greedy for was in the end only delusional.

...

is it you?

undeniable.Only silence.

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