Endless Fall

   Chapter 123 You are tired of me

   "Indeed." Lin Jiao moved the bowl over.

   She rolled up a chopstick of rice noodles: "His ears are too soft to control Xia Nanrui."

   Pei Yilan agrees very much.

   She chewed the beef: "I'll educate him next time we meet, and see if he dares to talk nonsense."

  The so-called 'education' is nothing but bickering.

  Lin Jiao can think of the excitement at that time.

  She ate a whole bowl of rice noodles, and then brought the topic to Jiang Ye: "How long does he take to finish?"

"week after next."

   "Has the company arranged a new play for him?"

   "No." Pei Yilan scanned the payment code: "He will terminate the contract with the company at the end of the month."

   "How much will I pay for canceling the contract?"

"Six million."

  Lin Jiao paused for a while: "So much?" She had to worry: "Is his savings enough?"

"enough."

   "Don't lie to me."

   "No!" Pei Yilan knew her worries and said with a serious face, "He doesn't need my help."

   Seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, Lin Jiao was a little relieved.

   She threw away the tissue in her hand and walked out unhurriedly: "Where is he going to sign?"

   "Xinghe."

   "Then it's more convenient for you to find him."

   "Yes." Pei Yilan's eyes were full of longing for the future: "I will live with him in the future."

   Her smile was brighter than the stars.

  Lin Jiao quietly listened to her plan, and only hoped that everything she asked for would come true.

   "Beautiful." Pei Yilan stopped outside the elevator door and asked in a low voice, "Has the ring you bought arrived?"

"arrive tomorrow."

   "Then you can take a picture for me then."

   "Okay." Lin Jiao gave her a look, and after the other employees left, she went upstairs alone.

   Pei Zhi, who had been waiting for her, took the time to make her a cup of black tea and put it on the coffee table.

   He bent his knees and sat on the sofa, put his right hand between his knees and tapped a few times, listening to the sound of footsteps approaching.

  When that figure came into view, his estranged and deserted eyebrows and eyes were dyed with warmth, like the late snow melting, ushering in a spring season.

   "What's for lunch?" He stretched out a hand and embraced her as usual.

   "Pork Ribs Rice Noodles."

   "Or the one from last time?"

   "Well." Lin Jiao wrapped his arms around his waist and looked up at his face: "Are you busy today?"

   "It's okay." Pei Zhi picked up the cup of black tea.

   He fed her two sips: "I met a partner in the morning, and there are two more meetings to be held in the afternoon."

  Lin Jiao wiped away the crystals stained on her lips.

   She covered the corner of his lips and pecked lightly: "Then you can rest with me later."

   "One more kiss."

   "Did you hear what I just said?"

   Pei Zhi held the back of her head, gradually closing the distance between them, and let a light voice drown between her lips and teeth.

   He tasted the mellow taste, and was not willing to leave until the sweet fragrance filled his mouth.

   "Do you still want to drink black tea?"

   "I don't want to." His slightly hoarse voice, like a fine electric current, brushed past Lin Jiao's ears.

   made her tailbone itch.

   She moved closer to his arms: "Manager Wu is going to treat you tomorrow night, I can't have dinner with you."

   "Then I'll pick you up tomorrow night?"

   "Pick me up to your house?"

   "Do you want to cheat again?" Pei Zhi pinched her cheek and filled her figure with smiling eyes.

   "It must be late after dinner." Lin Jiao looked at him seriously: "It is not safe for me to go home alone."

   She can always find a lot of reasons.

   Every time this happens, Pei Zhi feels that the second clause of the guarantee letter is equivalent to not writing: "I will take you to the door."

   "What if someone knocks on the door in the middle of the night?"

   "Mingxin's law and order ranks in the top ten in Lin City, so the situation you mentioned usually doesn't happen."

  Lin Jiao could not refute.

   She fiddled with the cufflinks on his sleeve and lowered her head in despair: "You don't care about me at all."

   Pei Zhi, who had guessed that this was the case, couldn't bear to take the bait.

   He didn't look at the aggrieved hair top, changed the subject and said, "Be good, I'll accompany you in."

   "You're tired of me."

"how is this possible?"

   "No need to explain." She sucked the tip of her nose, looking like she was about to cry: "I know I'm not important."

  “…” is also addictive.

   Pei Zhi wiped the ends of her eyes without a single tear.

   He patted her on the back cooperatively, and coaxed softly, "Come home with me tomorrow night, okay?"

"real?"

   "Exactly."

  Lin Jiao stopped sobbing for a second.

   She climbed up on his neck and raised her sad face: "I want to sleep."

"Do not cry?"

   "The tears dried up."

   Pei Zhi let out a low laugh from his throat.

   He carried her into the lounge, put on the couple's pajamas together, and embraced on the big bed.

   "Good afternoon." He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and dropped a kiss on her forehead like a dragonfly.

   Lin Jiao, who was wrapped in tenderness, closed her eyes.

   She pressed against his chest, and the faint scent of cypress got into her nose, driving her into a deep sleep.

  *

   The hot pot restaurant ordered by Wu Xiuwen is not far from Shengheng.

  The staff of the planning department walked out of the hall together and strolled in Wutong Street after clocking in and getting off work.

   Meng Qian, who was shopping nearby for the first time, looked at the restaurants on both sides: "Senior, which restaurant do you think is the best?"

   "It's almost the same."

   "Do you have to choose one?"

  Lin Jiao raised his finger and pointed to the rice noodle shop: "They have a lot of varieties, so it's not easy to get tired."

   "Rice noodles?"

   "You don't like it?"

   "Well." Meng Qian looked disgusted and didn't want to take another look: "Eating this is no different from chewing plastic."

  Lin Jiao saw her picky.

   She followed Zheng Yi and the others into the hot pot restaurant. When she found a seat and sat down, she asked her, "Then what do you usually eat?"

   "It depends on the situation." Meng Qian wiped the chairs and stools back and forth: "Most of the time, I eat Western food and seafood."

"for example?"

   “Snails, caviar, sea urchins, Belon oysters, bluefin tuna and things like that.”

  Lin Jiao probably understood.

  She took the menu from a female colleague: "Do you want to eat anything?"

   "No." Meng Qian didn't like a single dish.

   She fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist bone, and after she finished ordering it, she complained, "Isn't this store even prepared for aprons?"

   "Has an apron."

"Why did I not see it?"

   "The waiter will deliver it."

  Lin Jiao guessed that Meng Qian would complain.

   In order to avoid being an emotional trash can, she put down the tea cup in time and chatted with colleagues around her.

   "Guess who I saw?" Zhuo Yuan, who came back from the bathroom, interrupted them with a smile.

   "Who?"

   "Wang Rui!" She raised her chin towards the corridor: "I see she is wearing a waiter's clothes."

   "Did you read it wrong?"

   "You must have read it right!"

   "Why does she come to work here?" The two colleagues sitting opposite Lin Jiao were amazed.

   They didn't despise the waiters, but they didn't expect Wang Rui to choose this profession.

   "The salary here is not bad." Zhuo Yuan remembered the recruitment list posted at the door: "Five thousand a month, and food and housing."

   (end of this chapter)