Peach Branch Bubbles

The last time Ji Fan saw Jiang Qihuai was in the United States a year ago.

He actually didn't know why Jiang Qihuai left, but sometimes he felt that he might have punched him back then. The reason for saying those words was inside, and he didn't know why, he would feel a little guilty.

Therefore, Ji Fan has always been in contact with him in the past few years when Jiang Qihuai has been away.

I don't know if it is to make up or to comfort, Ji Fan sometimes talks to him about Tao Zhi's current situation. He said that Jiang Qihuai just listened, and would not ask more.

And Tao Zhi didn't have any sequelae after a broken relationship. After a long time, Ji Fan felt that both of them were probably relieved.

Sometimes, just liking each other is not enough.

Fate and timing seem to be more important.

Tao Zhi and Jiang Qihuai probably have no relationship, and it's a pity that they weren't able to be together.

Ji Fan had always felt that way.

At this moment, he watched the two people standing in front of him, hooking their shoulders and eyebrows, singing together endlessly.

Sorry fart!

Jiang Qihuai is just pretending to be like him! He acted as if he didn't want to do what he wanted, and acted with him for six years, but it turned out to be here waiting for him!

And he was actually full of guilt and sympathy for him, and even willing to take the initiative to talk to him about Tao Zhi.

Isn't this **** sending sheep into the mouth of a tiger?

Ji Fan felt that he was being used.

He took a deep breath and calmed down. He looked at Tao Zhi and said solemnly like a big man: "You come in."

Tao Zhi glanced at him, thought for a moment, and decided to cooperate with him to comfort the one who had blown up the hair first.

She gently tugged the cuffs of Jiang Qihuai's coat and went into the house.

Ji Fan watched her go in, his eyes shifted to Jiang Qihuai: "You go away first."

After he finished speaking, he slammed the door on his face with a "bang".

When the door made a loud noise, Ji Fan suddenly felt an indescribable satisfaction.

From the first year of high school to the present, eight years have passed.

He finally gave Jiang Qihuai a refreshing color for the first time.

He turned around with his hands behind his back, Tao Zhi was taking off his coat, and Fu Xiling whispered to her next to him.

"What have you talked about for so long?" Fu Xiling asked.

"Just have a chat." Tao Zhi put his coat aside and said with a smile.

"Ahem." Ji Fan cleared his throat.

Fu Xiling sat next to Tao Zhi and nodded clearly: "You two are reconciled."

Tao Zhi: "We still—"

She paused, moved to her ear, and said a few words quietly.

Ji Fan: "Hey, hey--"

Hearing what Tao Zhi said, Fu Xiling blinked and said, "The efficiency of studying God really surprised me."

Tao Zhi's eyes crooked: "I like him like this."

Ji Fan was ignored for five minutes, so he stood in the middle of the living room and said helplessly, "Auntie, take care of me?"

Fu Xiling raised her head with a strange expression: "Why haven't you left?"

"Didn't drive here?" Tao Zhi raised his chin outwards, "Your legs are a bit sharp now, and you probably haven't left before going downstairs, Jiang Qihuai, you can ask him to take you back."

"No," Ji Fan scratched his hair with a grumpy expression. "What's the matter with Jiang Qihuai? Are you reconciled?"

"Yes." Tao Zhi said, "Can't we make up?"

Her expression was calm and calm, as if it were something that was of course normal, but Ji Fan choked: "Then you two haven't seen each other for so many years."

Tao Zhi: "He has a girlfriend?"

"No..." Ji Fan paused, "right?"

"I just don't have a boyfriend either," Tao Zhi spread his hands. "It's not illegal for single men and women to have a relationship."

Ji Fan stared at her, and for a while, he really couldn't think of what Jiang Qihuai had to say that he had to say no.

But there are some things that he doesn't care about, and it doesn't mean that everyone can ignore it.

After a long time, Ji Fan sighed. He touched his nose and leaned against the wall and said, "Who do you love to fall in love with, I don't care, and I don't think it's anything, but what did Lao Tao say?"

Tao Zhi's expression froze for a while, and he said tentatively: "I think Boss Tao seems to have a lot of enlightenment recently. Isn't it worth watching the love variety show every day and picking up sweets from other girls' CPs?"

Ji Fan sneered: "Then you try, and you see if this person is replaced by his own daughter, he can still pull out the candy."

Tao Zhi didn't even bother to inquire about Tao Xiuping's current thoughts. The next morning, as soon as Tao Zhi arrived at the studio, he received a call from the associate editor of the magazine he knew during the college internship.

The other party was straight to the point, without any sloppyness, and straightforwardly invited her to shoot the cover of the magazine "SINGO" in March.

The March issue is in the midst of a seasonal change, and it is the highlight of the year after the September issue. Often the cover characters will be selected from six months ago, and the rest of the time will be spent on creative designs, and enough time must be left for reshoots.

On the cover of the March issue of "SINGO", Tao Zhi was the third photographer they found.

Because time was tight, after the other party sent the contract to Xiaojin to confirm that there was no problem, Tao Zhi asked for the cover model's photos and information at night, and went to the magazine the next day.

The deputy editor-in-chief Ren Ying was already waiting at the entrance of the studio. The two had a good relationship. Ren Ying gave her a hug as soon as she came up.

Tao Zhi followed her in, and whispered, "What's the matter? Generally, there is no change of photographers. If the film is not completed, it will be over if the film is retaken. Isn't it a crime?"

"It changed to the prince who had just graduated from the United States and returned to China. He didn't know how to drive people. The photographer left by himself," Ren Ying said helplessly. "You'll know in a while anyway."

As she was talking, the two had already walked into the studio.

The studio of "SINGO" is very professional, and it has all the professional equipment inside. At the side of the white tea table sits a man with a pink shirt and hot tin foil. Probably Ren Ying had already greeted him in advance and knew who Tao Zhi was. As soon as Xiao Jin put down his bag, he glanced over: "Ms. Tao? Looks very young."

Tao Zhi pretended not to hear the meaning of his words, unzipped the chain and took out the camera, and said calmly: "Young and promising."

Hot tin foil: "..."

The tin foil is hot, too. I have never seen a person so calm and boastful.

He turned his head and asked loudly, "How many years has this teacher Tao been in this business? I have never heard of this person before."

Tao Zhi glanced at him: "I have graduated for a year."

The tin foil hot deliberately made a very surprised expression: "One year, then you should still be at the level of studying as an apprentice with a teacher?"

Both inside and outside felt that she was inexperienced and doubted the meaning of her level.

This person is indeed very annoying when he is strangely angry, but he is still a rank short of Xu Suinian's disgusting appearance.

Tao Zhi picked a fixed-focus lens and pretended to be unhurried: "Little Prince, if you have any dissatisfaction with photography, I suggest you sift it before you go to the house and ask for it. Don’t just wear it here when everyone arrives. The robe draws charms and chants. What good is it for you to offend all the photography in the circle? In the future, do you plan to take pictures of your own magazine or just find some third-rate photography to deal with?"

Tao Zhi installed the camera and walked two steps forwards and backwards, looking for the distance and angle: "When I work, I don’t like someone next to me chanting scriptures. If you have any dissatisfaction with me, you will come out in a piece. Don’t ask Zhang, come to question my business ability at that time, okay?” Tao Zhi talked with him with a good temper, and by the way, freed a hand to pat his shoulder, and persuaded, “Singo is a big business. I can't hold you from being so defeated, so let's keep a little affection for your subordinates."

After she finished speaking, she went straight to the front and talked with the cover model.

The tin foil looked at her dumbfounded, then turned his head, looked at Xiaojin, and said unbelievably, "Dare she talk to me like this?"

Xiao Jin also looked at him strangely: "You are not the emperor."

"..."

Tin foil felt that the photographer and her assistant were very interesting.

The tin foil is getting hot: "Okay, I'll see what flowers she can shoot," he paused, then sat up straight and asked, "Does your boss have a boyfriend?"

"No," Xiaojin said, "but she doesn't like you either."

"You know that she doesn't like me again. Does Huanxi's enemy know? This is called not being acquainted with each other." The tin foil squeezed the bangs and stroked her hair down, and flicked her hair twice. "And I'm okay. Bar?"

Xiao Jin said without squinting, "She doesn't like to leave tin foil hot, she said she looks like Teddy."

Hot tin foil: "..."

Probably, the prince was indeed a hard-on but not soft-hearted. All day, Tao Zhi didn't hear the noise of this onmyoji in his ears.

It wasn't until the evening that she was finally free, and she had time to send a WeChat message to Jiang Qihuai.

He should be still busy there too, and it took more than ten minutes before he replied: [Pick you up? 】

Tao Zhi glanced at his watch while drinking water, and sent him a location.

His company was not far from the magazine. Tao Zhi packed up his things and handed it to Xiao Jin, put on his coat and went downstairs, ready to wait in the lobby on the first floor.

Several rows of sofas in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the lobby of the office building are surrounded by a round table. There is a coffee shop on the right, and a rest area is separated by green plants. Tao Zhi is playing with a mobile phone while lowering his head, sitting on an empty sofa on the very edge and waiting for a while, feeling the side The position is slightly sinking.

Tao Zhi raised his head.

The tin foil flicked his bangs: "Mr. Tao, where are you waiting?"

Tao Zhi looked at his flying dog hair blankly: "Wait for boyfriend."

The tin foil was hot and stunned: "Didn't your assistant say you don't have a boyfriend?"

Tao Zhi didn't bother to tell him more, turned his head and continued to play on the phone.

She clicked on Jiang Qihuai's chat box on WeChat and opened a location sharing.

At the beginning, she was the only one, but after waiting, the small coordinates of Jiang Qihuai's location also squeezed in.

Tao Zhi saw that his icon was only a little bit away from her, almost overlapping, and then slowly approached. She gave a "Huh" and turned her head.

Two small coordinates on the phone coincide.

Tao Zhi tilted his head up, looking at the people standing behind, and couldn't help but pursing the corners of his mouth: "I'm hungry!"

Jiang Qihuai lowered his head. When he saw her, his eyebrows seemed to soften: "What do you want to eat?"

"Anything will do, let's talk about it on the road." Tao Zhi stood up and walked around the hot tin foil sitting next to him.

Just as she walked over, the tin foil was hot and suddenly said, "Jiang Qihuai?"

Tao Zhi was stunned, then turned his head.

Jiang Qihuai glanced sideways at him.

The tin foil is hot and uncertain: "It's you, **** me, it's a coincidence, aren't you on Wall Street? Why did you return home?"

Jiang Qihuai looked at him blankly, with two words written on his calm face: Who are you?

It was like Ji Fan's reaction when he confessed his enemies on the first day when he transferred to Experiment One.

Tao Zhi wanted to laugh a little.

But he didn't care about the hot tin foil. After introducing himself excitedly, Tao Zhi reluctantly extracted a pitiful little useful information from his pile of nonsense——

Classmates from Jiang Qihuai's master's degree have just graduated and returned to China.

Everyone has graduated and worked for more than a year. You just graduated and returned to China. Why are you so embarrassed to say.

Tao Zhi watched the hot tin foil and asked Jiang Qihuai for a WeChat. After the two added them, they said separately. When they got out of the office building, Tao Zhi curiously asked, "You really don't remember him?"

Jiang Qihuai: "I don't remember."

Tao Zhi shrank his head, hiding in his scarf and watching him open the car door: "I also think he is quite impressive."

Jiang Qihuai glanced at her when she got into the co-pilot, went around the front of the car and got into the car without speaking.

Tao Zhi didn't pay attention at first, until the car had been driving for a while, she put away the phone and raised her head, only to find that the corners of his lips were curled downwards, and she remained silent.

After waiting for the red light, Tao Zhi leaned over to look at him, and poked a finger at the corner of his sloppy lips: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Qihuai paused for a while before he couldn't help but ask a little: "How can he easily make people impressive."

Tao Zhi: "..."

Just because of this, I'm bored all the way.

Tao Zhi endured a smile and looked at him: "Yes, I talk a lot, and my personality is very lively."

Jiang Qihuai nodded, his expression unchanged: "If you talk less, you will not be impressed."

Tao Zhi also nodded his head solemnly: "That's it, then what should I do?"

Jiang Qihuai turned his head.

The winter days are short, and the street lights on both sides are already on, and the warm yellow light penetrates the car along the window and windshield, dim and bright. The straight red light at the intersection is very long, and the red Arabic numerals keep jumping.

Jiang Qihuai hung his lips and looked at her for a few seconds, and then he leaned over with one hand on the steering wheel. He lowered his neck and leaned his head up, biting her lower lip with great strength.

Tao Zhi hissed with pain, "What are you doing!"

Jiang Qihuai licked her lips and muttered, "Improve the impression."