Chapter 62
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Jiang Yu stood in front of the window with her hands in her pockets. Her chiseled face is bony and three-dimensional, her single eyelid was half closed, and the tails of her eyes were slightly raised, giving a sense of sharpness and indifference.
She was wearing a half-sleeved slim-fit leather dress with a black-gray snakeskin pattern, revealing her slender white wrists, and a pair of pointed-toe snakeskin short stiletto boots.
She exudes a strong sense of oppression, radiating a desire to control invisibly.
In Qi Yan's memory, Jiang Yu is a woman with a strong desire to dominate. She must firmly hold everything in her hands, including people, things, and everything around her.
After many years, she is still the same.
Qi Yan looked at her silently, without any emotion in her eyes, as if she was looking at a stranger.
She got so nervous just now, maybe because she just didn't believe that there would be such a coincidence in the world. She hoped that the person in front of the window was not that person. When she saw the woman's face clearly, it washed away any doubts, but her heart fell back into her chest, and sighed secretly, what a coincidence.
After experiencing the bone-piercing pain and walking out, she really didn't care anymore.
"Long time no see." Jiang Yu raised the corners of her lips, revealing a reluctant smile.
Qi Yan raised her brows: "Are you the boss?"
"For this headquarter."
"Forget about cooperation, I am not quite good enough, please ask another person." Qi Yan politely said, and turned around to leave blankly.
"I only want you."
Jiang Yu's voice came from behind, with the low-pitched charm unique to mature women, like an order. Then there was the sound of high heels, step by step, slowly and forcefully tapping the smooth tiled floor, walking over.
Qi Yan's hand on the door handle tightened, and her eyes dimmed
In the past, she liked the sound of Jiang Yu walking in high heels the most. The rhythm was steady and powerful, implying arrogance and unruly wildness. It was very sexy, and it was her powerful aphrodisiac.
She remembers she also gave her a pair of black leather red-soled high heels.
The footsteps stopped behind her and Qi Yan straightened her back. Then she heard Jiang Yu say in a casual tone: "There are too few people who satisfy me, only you meet my standards."
She pulled out her pocket with one hand, stretched her long and slender fingers in front of her eyes, and looked at Qi Yan carefully, like a lazy cat.
"Jiang Yu."
"Mm?"
"We've already broken up."
"I know."
Qi Yan let go of the door handle, turned around, and found that the woman was not as close as she thought, but kept a distance of about half a step, not too far or too close, suitable for talking without appearing intimate.
It was just her overreacting.
Jiang Yu put her hands back into her pockets, lazily raised her eyes, looked at her leisurely, and smiled lightly, "I'm talking to you about business, why are you—"
Her voice paused slightly, her smile became more charming, and lowered her voice: "...speaking of a personal matter?"
"..."
"Hmm?" Jiang Yu raised her eyebrows.
After many years, Qi Yan once again tasted the feeling of being teased, but the throbbing feeling of the past was gone, she just felt a little annoyed, she sneered: "There is no need to talk about business matters, I don't want to cooperate with you."
"There's no need to do this on purpose, Yan Yan." Jiang Yu shook her head lightly, smiling brightly.
Qi Yan froze when the familiar nickname of the past was called out from someone other than her parents and friends. At that moment, she thought that she heard Lu Zhiqiao calling her that, her heart trembled, and tenderness filled her eyes.
Jiang Yu looked into her eyes, her face changed slightly, the smile on the corner of her lips froze for two seconds, and she subconsciously moved forward a little.
But soon, Qi Yan came back to her senses, realized that this person was not Lu Zhiqiao, and her eyes returned to indifference, "I didn't mean it, I just have this attitude, and I don't want to cooperate. Do you understand?" She said in a calm tone, and turned around again.
A force held her wrist, which was a little cold and Jiang Yu's low voice came next to her ear: "I'm begging you."
Qi Yan looked down at her hand and frowned, Jiang Yu immediately let go, and squeezed sideways to the door to block it.
"I returned to China on the 3rd of this month. I have been interviewing a lot of people. If the full score is 10, the highest score among them is only 9. None of them make me feel perfect. You know, I have always been very demanding." Jiang Yu withdrew her joking expression, and said unhurriedly.
She always cherishes words like gold and doesn't like to talk nonsense with others, but if she meets someone whose talent she can appreciate, it doesn't hurt to talk more.
"I didn't want to disturb you at first, but I couldn't find the right person, so I could only try to send you an email. I was thinking that you might be in a bad mood and decided to ignore it, or you found out that the person behind it is me so you won't come."
Qi Yan lowered her gaze and said nothing.
The person who knows her best is Jiang Yu. She accepts films based on her mood. Oftentimes, when she weighs an offer, she is in a good mood one second and thinks it can be considered, but the next second she may be irritable because of eating unsweetened cherries and ignoring it.
She hated herself for slipping yesterday.
They had a bad breakup, and it took her more than half a year to get out and start a new relationship. She had two girlfriends in the past five years. Although they were the type she liked, she still felt that they were boring and they split up quickly. In the end, she stopped being in love at all, and only solved her physical needs.
Until she met Lu Zhiqiao, but at this time, Jiang Yu appeared in her sight again.
Their relationship is awkward, it's impossible to be friends, and it's difficult to work together, not to mention that she thought of Lu Zhiqiao, and thought she shouldn't be involved with her first love anymore.
But…
She thought of Lu Zhiqiao's evasive eyes yesterday, and Lu Zhiqiao's way of shrugging her confession passively that night. She couldn't help feeling confused, whether she is single or not, whether she should be constrained by the so-called "moral values", and how to grasp the rules of interpersonal communication.
After feeling uneasy, she became more aware of the anxiety. She thought she could continue to wait, but at the same time, felt that she couldn't wait for a moment, and she suffered physically and mentally.
She wished she could tell Jiang Yu confidently now: I have a girlfriend, so I should avoid suspicion.
She couldn't.
No girlfriend, no confidence.
A gust of warm wind came in from the window, carrying the smell of sunshine, the curtains fluttered, and the hair on their foreheads fluttered slightly.
After thinking for a long time, Qi Yan raised her eyes and said softly, "I'm here, but I have to go."
"Are you afraid you won't be able to explain to your girlfriend?" Jiang Yu looked directly into her eyes, still unwilling to give up.
There was a hint of probing in the words, but Jiang Yu concealed her emotions very well, and there was no wave between her cold brows and eyes, having a sense of alienation and oppression.
Qi Yan seemed to have been poked at a vital point, her brows quickly tightened and then loosened, a sharp knife pierced her heart, she took a light breath, turned her face away, and said after a while, "I don't have a girlfriend."
Jiang Yu's eyes suddenly brightened, and raised her eyebrows lightly, "So you're just afraid of seeing me and couldn't face me."
"Your provocation is useless."
"I am being sincere."
The low tone is determined.
For a strong and arrogant woman like Jiang Yu, begging her is more difficult than going to the sky. The only ones who make her bow her head are only a handful of big names in the fashion circle. She has a tough body, has a capital to be tough, but also smart. She knows how to measure, grasp the scale, knows when to advance and when to retreat, making people puzzled.
When they were in love before, Qi Yan occasionally couldn't stand Jiang Yu's domineering attitude. When they fight, the older woman will be the one to immediately lower her posture to coax her, but after coaxing her, Jiang Yu would do whatever she wanted, and would not change at all.
Back then, she thought it was love.
A proud person bows her head to coax her, a tough person turns soft to coax her.
She was young at that time, full of innocence, she liked that very much.
Qi Yan snorted and laughed at her own naivety at that time, but now she couldn't bring herself to be interested. She put away her memories, met Jiang Yu's pleading gaze and asked, "How exactly did I make you think...that you will convince me?"
Looking at each other briefly, she saw herself in Jiang Yu's dark eyes, and also saw purity and sincerity.
"Just by looking." Jiang Yu said, "Natural vision."
"Oh?"
"A person who has long-term lack of material, or a person who has a lot of material desires in his heart, sees a narrow world, has a single color, and his mind is full of rules and regulations. No matter how he cultivates day in and day out, he will not be able to break through the innate limitations."
Qi Yan mumbled, but didn't speak.
This woman.
Still proud.
Knowing that she was shaken, Jiang Yu curled her red lips, pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down, let's talk in detail." Then she walked to the cabinet next to her with her slender legs, and took out a bottle of light brown wine, "A drink?"
"I have to drive."
Qi Yan sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and took out her laptop.
Jiang Yu nodded slightly, put the wine back into the cabinet, poured a glass of water for each of them, put them on the table, and went over with a laptop and folders.
"Since we have 'worked together' before, we are familiar with each other, and you have a certain understanding of this circle, so I won't talk nonsense. What about our company..." She kept her knees together, her back straightened, and with one hand Leaning on the armrest of the sofa, the other hand rested naturally on her lap, with a somewhat majestic imposing manner.
The expression on her face is light, and when she is not smiling, she feels even more inaccessible.
Jiang Yu gave a general introduction about the company, and talked about her development over the years. Now she only regularly cooperates with a few big brands and walks in fashion weeks. The rest of her time is mainly about operating her own brand and signing newcomers. The focus of this year's work is mainly domestic.
Currently, she needs a team of photographers.
"Others can score nine, or even eight, but team leader must be ten, that is, you." Jiang Yu said seriously.
She has good conditions, a good salary, and a bright future, but based on her understanding of Qi Yan, she knows that these are not the most important, and may not even be worth mentioning in Qi Yan's eyes.
Qi Yan lazily leaned against the back of the sofa, lightly tapped the cloth with her index finger, and said casually: "When and how to take pictures, I should have the final say."
"Certainly."
"In an emergency, if my schedule can be coordinated, I will try my best to cooperate with you." Seeing her straightforwardness, Qi Yan also backed a step down. Cooperation is about win-win. If you take advantage of all the benefits, you will not only get a bad reputation, but also the backlash will fall on you sooner or later.
Jiang Yu smiled slightly, picked up the prepared contract and handed it to her: "Let's sign it, then."
Qi Yan took it over and looked at it in detail. The two signed their names at the same time, one copy for each, and then recorded an electronic version.
The afternoon warm wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers blows in, and the shadow of the sun is projected in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, crawling slowly, moving from right to left, still dazzling.
Jiang Yu looked down at the computer and typed intently. The lines of her profile were clear and tough, sharp but not aggressive. The more she looked at her single eyelid, the more charming she became.
She can easily control any clothing and makeup, and interpret it neatly, and as she gets older, she adds some mature woman's style.
It is the favorite type of young little sisters.
Therefore, Qi Yan, who was nineteen years old back then, was fascinated when she saw her.
"You still haven't changed." Jiang Yu suddenly said, her eyes fixed on her laptop without moving.
Qi Yan smiled: "You too."
"Are Auntie and Uncle, okay?"
"Very good."
Jiang Yu smiled and didn't look at her.
"How come you don't have a girlfriend?"
"What about you?" Qi Yan asked instead.
"Looked for it, kicked it."
"Oh?"
Jiang Yu stretched, finally looked away from the laptop, raised her foot wearing snakeskin boots, and said calmly: "I found one, who was nine years younger than me. Doing ignorant things and harassing me all day long. If you make trouble with me, you get kicked."
"You really like little sisters." Qi Yan stabbed her.
Jiang Yu tilted her head and blinked: "You also like older sisters very much."
Right back at her.
Qi Yan looked away and said casually, "It looks like you've come out of the closet."
"Everyone in the circle knows that I'm bent, it's not a big deal."
"Yeah, it's no big deal." Qi Yan's voice suddenly became louder, with a half-hearted smile, and her tone was full of sarcasm.
Jiang Yu paused her fingers, looked up at her, and quickly retracted her gaze to hide the guilt.
No one spoke.
Recording the electronic version of the contract is time-consuming, and they had to connect to the headquarters. Before they knew it, the sun already went down. Jiang Yu turned off the laptop and put it aside, stood up, looked at the clock on the wall, and said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner, and meet my girls on the way."
"So you're a pimp, huh?"
"Take your car, okay?" Jiang Yu ignored her teasing and asked with a smile.
"Fine." Qi Yan packed up her things and stood up, turned around and walked towards the door, "Sit in the back."
In the evening, the city lights up brightly.
The usually lively and busy commercial street is a bit deserted, perhaps because of overtime work and attending classes before May 1st. Although it is Sunday, there are not many people on the street. On the contrary, before the intersection, there was a long queue of cars waiting for the red light, and the taillights merging to form strips of red and yellow light.
Lu Zhiqiao got off work on time today, and received a message from Qi Yan in the afternoon saying that she would not come back for dinner because of something. She thought it was too late to go back to cook, so she decided to take her daughter out to eat and buy some new clothes for the child.
The mother and daughter came out of the restaurant, went into the shopping center next door, and strolled leisurely.
The clothes her daughter wore when she was a child were all chosen by Lu Zhiqiao. Most of them were girly candy colors, pink and tender, very cute, and the kid used to like them too. To this day, she still chooses pink subconsciously, but she doesn't want to be rejected by her daughter.
"Pink is too childish, I don't like it." Lu Wei shook her head in disgust.
Holding a pink dress in her hand, Lu Zhiqiao froze when she heard the sound, and looked at her daughter in surprise: "Didn't you like it very much before?"
"That was before." The little girl pouted her lips and said seriously, "I've grown up now."
--puff
The corners of Lu Zhiqiao's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help laughing. She reluctantly put the skirt hanger back and touched her daughter's head, "Okay, Niu Niu is grown up, let's look at other colors."
"Mom…"
"Mm?"
"Just give me the money, so I can buy the clothes myself?" Lu Wei hugged her arm and begged in a low voice.
The light in the shopping mall is warm and soft, reflecting the girl's dark eyes, which are bright and clear. There is desire in her eyes—the desire for the right to choose independently and the desire to control money freely. Like a little adult, but not childish.
Lu Zhiqiao stared into her daughter's eyes in a daze, and suddenly seemed to realize something, a subtle feeling flashed in her heart, and before she had time to catch it, it disappeared.
What is it then?
She didn't think about it, nodded hurriedly, took out the credit card from her bag and handed it over "Okay, you can buy it yourself." After speaking, she leaned to the child's ear and said the PIN.
"Yey~"
Lu Zhiqiao wanted to see how her daughter planned her consumption, but she didn't set a fixed amount, she could buy whatever she liked. After shopping around, unexpectedly, her daughter didn't spend a lot of money on her credit card. She only bought three clothes, a pair of pants and a pair of shoes, which cost less than 10,000 yuan.
Seeing the clothes her daughter bought herself, Lu Zhiqiao felt ashamed, and suddenly realized that she had a poor taste for children's clothing.
"Girl, can you buy your own clothes in the future?"
"Okay~"
Coming out of the store, two young ladies holding hands passed by before her. Lu Wei stared at them as they walked for a long time, until she could no longer turn her neck, then she heard her mother's voice: "Young girl, cross the road."
"Oh."
She looked back and concentrated on crossing the road.
Across the road are major luxury brand stores. Lu Zhiqiao wanted to buy a bag and decided to check it out. She led her daughter onto the sidewalk, and when she noticed that someone was looking at her face, she couldn't help but turn her head and found that her daughter was looking at her.
"What's wrong?"
"Mom, how did you meet dad?" Lu Wei puffed her cheeks and narrowed her eyes slightly.
Lu Zhiqiao's footsteps stopped, her heart trembled violently, and the hand holding her daughter suddenly tightened, "Don't worry about adults' affairs..." After speaking, she quickened her pace, and abruptly changed the subject: "By the way, girl, what gift do you want for your birthday this year?"
Lu Wei didn't answer, she turned her head to look at the direction where the two young ladies disappeared, then at her mother, and then whispered after a while: "I haven't made up my mind yet."
May 7th is her daughter's thirteenth birthday.
It's also Qi Yan's twenty-eighth birthday—if the ID card date is accurate.
The night wind blew the broken hair on her forehead, and Lu Zhiqiao walked forward absent-mindedly, not paying attention to what her daughter said at all. The nervousness in her heart gradually calmed down, she took a deep breath, a sense of anticipation welled up, and she became a little excited.
She won't tell Qi Yan yet.
When the time comes, she wants to give her a surprise.
….
After sweeping the street, the mother and daughter went to the underground parking lot with big bags and small bags. Lu Zhiqiao found her car, unlocked it, opened the door, put her things away one by one, and got in the car at the same time as her daughter.
She lowered her head to fasten her seat belt, then opened the car window to let off heat, and when she looked up, she saw two women walking diagonally ahead through the windshield. The one on the left is wearing a black mask and is quite tall, while the one on the right has waist-length hair...
It's Qi Yan.
The two were chatting while approaching a white car, Qi Yan unlocked it, got into the car first, and the tall woman naturally opened the passenger door, bent over and sat in...
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Jiang Yu stood in front of the window with her hands in her pockets. Her chiseled face is bony and three-dimensional, her single eyelid was half closed, and the tails of her eyes were slightly raised, giving a sense of sharpness and indifference.
She was wearing a half-sleeved slim-fit leather dress with a black-gray snakeskin pattern, revealing her slender white wrists, and a pair of pointed-toe snakeskin short stiletto boots.
She exudes a strong sense of oppression, radiating a desire to control invisibly.
In Qi Yan's memory, Jiang Yu is a woman with a strong desire to dominate. She must firmly hold everything in her hands, including people, things, and everything around her.
After many years, she is still the same.
Qi Yan looked at her silently, without any emotion in her eyes, as if she was looking at a stranger.
She got so nervous just now, maybe because she just didn't believe that there would be such a coincidence in the world. She hoped that the person in front of the window was not that person. When she saw the woman's face clearly, it washed away any doubts, but her heart fell back into her chest, and sighed secretly, what a coincidence.
After experiencing the bone-piercing pain and walking out, she really didn't care anymore.
"Long time no see." Jiang Yu raised the corners of her lips, revealing a reluctant smile.
Qi Yan raised her brows: "Are you the boss?"
"For this headquarter."
"Forget about cooperation, I am not quite good enough, please ask another person." Qi Yan politely said, and turned around to leave blankly.
"I only want you."
Jiang Yu's voice came from behind, with the low-pitched charm unique to mature women, like an order. Then there was the sound of high heels, step by step, slowly and forcefully tapping the smooth tiled floor, walking over.
Qi Yan's hand on the door handle tightened, and her eyes dimmed
In the past, she liked the sound of Jiang Yu walking in high heels the most. The rhythm was steady and powerful, implying arrogance and unruly wildness. It was very sexy, and it was her powerful aphrodisiac.
She remembers she also gave her a pair of black leather red-soled high heels.
The footsteps stopped behind her and Qi Yan straightened her back. Then she heard Jiang Yu say in a casual tone: "There are too few people who satisfy me, only you meet my standards."
She pulled out her pocket with one hand, stretched her long and slender fingers in front of her eyes, and looked at Qi Yan carefully, like a lazy cat.
"Jiang Yu."
"Mm?"
"We've already broken up."
"I know."
Qi Yan let go of the door handle, turned around, and found that the woman was not as close as she thought, but kept a distance of about half a step, not too far or too close, suitable for talking without appearing intimate.
It was just her overreacting.
Jiang Yu put her hands back into her pockets, lazily raised her eyes, looked at her leisurely, and smiled lightly, "I'm talking to you about business, why are you—"
Her voice paused slightly, her smile became more charming, and lowered her voice: "...speaking of a personal matter?"
"..."
"Hmm?" Jiang Yu raised her eyebrows.
After many years, Qi Yan once again tasted the feeling of being teased, but the throbbing feeling of the past was gone, she just felt a little annoyed, she sneered: "There is no need to talk about business matters, I don't want to cooperate with you."
"There's no need to do this on purpose, Yan Yan." Jiang Yu shook her head lightly, smiling brightly.
Qi Yan froze when the familiar nickname of the past was called out from someone other than her parents and friends. At that moment, she thought that she heard Lu Zhiqiao calling her that, her heart trembled, and tenderness filled her eyes.
Jiang Yu looked into her eyes, her face changed slightly, the smile on the corner of her lips froze for two seconds, and she subconsciously moved forward a little.
But soon, Qi Yan came back to her senses, realized that this person was not Lu Zhiqiao, and her eyes returned to indifference, "I didn't mean it, I just have this attitude, and I don't want to cooperate. Do you understand?" She said in a calm tone, and turned around again.
A force held her wrist, which was a little cold and Jiang Yu's low voice came next to her ear: "I'm begging you."
Qi Yan looked down at her hand and frowned, Jiang Yu immediately let go, and squeezed sideways to the door to block it.
"I returned to China on the 3rd of this month. I have been interviewing a lot of people. If the full score is 10, the highest score among them is only 9. None of them make me feel perfect. You know, I have always been very demanding." Jiang Yu withdrew her joking expression, and said unhurriedly.
She always cherishes words like gold and doesn't like to talk nonsense with others, but if she meets someone whose talent she can appreciate, it doesn't hurt to talk more.
"I didn't want to disturb you at first, but I couldn't find the right person, so I could only try to send you an email. I was thinking that you might be in a bad mood and decided to ignore it, or you found out that the person behind it is me so you won't come."
Qi Yan lowered her gaze and said nothing.
The person who knows her best is Jiang Yu. She accepts films based on her mood. Oftentimes, when she weighs an offer, she is in a good mood one second and thinks it can be considered, but the next second she may be irritable because of eating unsweetened cherries and ignoring it.
She hated herself for slipping yesterday.
They had a bad breakup, and it took her more than half a year to get out and start a new relationship. She had two girlfriends in the past five years. Although they were the type she liked, she still felt that they were boring and they split up quickly. In the end, she stopped being in love at all, and only solved her physical needs.
Until she met Lu Zhiqiao, but at this time, Jiang Yu appeared in her sight again.
Their relationship is awkward, it's impossible to be friends, and it's difficult to work together, not to mention that she thought of Lu Zhiqiao, and thought she shouldn't be involved with her first love anymore.
But…
She thought of Lu Zhiqiao's evasive eyes yesterday, and Lu Zhiqiao's way of shrugging her confession passively that night. She couldn't help feeling confused, whether she is single or not, whether she should be constrained by the so-called "moral values", and how to grasp the rules of interpersonal communication.
After feeling uneasy, she became more aware of the anxiety. She thought she could continue to wait, but at the same time, felt that she couldn't wait for a moment, and she suffered physically and mentally.
She wished she could tell Jiang Yu confidently now: I have a girlfriend, so I should avoid suspicion.
She couldn't.
No girlfriend, no confidence.
A gust of warm wind came in from the window, carrying the smell of sunshine, the curtains fluttered, and the hair on their foreheads fluttered slightly.
After thinking for a long time, Qi Yan raised her eyes and said softly, "I'm here, but I have to go."
"Are you afraid you won't be able to explain to your girlfriend?" Jiang Yu looked directly into her eyes, still unwilling to give up.
There was a hint of probing in the words, but Jiang Yu concealed her emotions very well, and there was no wave between her cold brows and eyes, having a sense of alienation and oppression.
Qi Yan seemed to have been poked at a vital point, her brows quickly tightened and then loosened, a sharp knife pierced her heart, she took a light breath, turned her face away, and said after a while, "I don't have a girlfriend."
Jiang Yu's eyes suddenly brightened, and raised her eyebrows lightly, "So you're just afraid of seeing me and couldn't face me."
"Your provocation is useless."
"I am being sincere."
The low tone is determined.
For a strong and arrogant woman like Jiang Yu, begging her is more difficult than going to the sky. The only ones who make her bow her head are only a handful of big names in the fashion circle. She has a tough body, has a capital to be tough, but also smart. She knows how to measure, grasp the scale, knows when to advance and when to retreat, making people puzzled.
When they were in love before, Qi Yan occasionally couldn't stand Jiang Yu's domineering attitude. When they fight, the older woman will be the one to immediately lower her posture to coax her, but after coaxing her, Jiang Yu would do whatever she wanted, and would not change at all.
Back then, she thought it was love.
A proud person bows her head to coax her, a tough person turns soft to coax her.
She was young at that time, full of innocence, she liked that very much.
Qi Yan snorted and laughed at her own naivety at that time, but now she couldn't bring herself to be interested. She put away her memories, met Jiang Yu's pleading gaze and asked, "How exactly did I make you think...that you will convince me?"
Looking at each other briefly, she saw herself in Jiang Yu's dark eyes, and also saw purity and sincerity.
"Just by looking." Jiang Yu said, "Natural vision."
"Oh?"
"A person who has long-term lack of material, or a person who has a lot of material desires in his heart, sees a narrow world, has a single color, and his mind is full of rules and regulations. No matter how he cultivates day in and day out, he will not be able to break through the innate limitations."
Qi Yan mumbled, but didn't speak.
This woman.
Still proud.
Knowing that she was shaken, Jiang Yu curled her red lips, pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down, let's talk in detail." Then she walked to the cabinet next to her with her slender legs, and took out a bottle of light brown wine, "A drink?"
"I have to drive."
Qi Yan sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and took out her laptop.
Jiang Yu nodded slightly, put the wine back into the cabinet, poured a glass of water for each of them, put them on the table, and went over with a laptop and folders.
"Since we have 'worked together' before, we are familiar with each other, and you have a certain understanding of this circle, so I won't talk nonsense. What about our company..." She kept her knees together, her back straightened, and with one hand Leaning on the armrest of the sofa, the other hand rested naturally on her lap, with a somewhat majestic imposing manner.
The expression on her face is light, and when she is not smiling, she feels even more inaccessible.
Jiang Yu gave a general introduction about the company, and talked about her development over the years. Now she only regularly cooperates with a few big brands and walks in fashion weeks. The rest of her time is mainly about operating her own brand and signing newcomers. The focus of this year's work is mainly domestic.
Currently, she needs a team of photographers.
"Others can score nine, or even eight, but team leader must be ten, that is, you." Jiang Yu said seriously.
She has good conditions, a good salary, and a bright future, but based on her understanding of Qi Yan, she knows that these are not the most important, and may not even be worth mentioning in Qi Yan's eyes.
Qi Yan lazily leaned against the back of the sofa, lightly tapped the cloth with her index finger, and said casually: "When and how to take pictures, I should have the final say."
"Certainly."
"In an emergency, if my schedule can be coordinated, I will try my best to cooperate with you." Seeing her straightforwardness, Qi Yan also backed a step down. Cooperation is about win-win. If you take advantage of all the benefits, you will not only get a bad reputation, but also the backlash will fall on you sooner or later.
Jiang Yu smiled slightly, picked up the prepared contract and handed it to her: "Let's sign it, then."
Qi Yan took it over and looked at it in detail. The two signed their names at the same time, one copy for each, and then recorded an electronic version.
The afternoon warm wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers blows in, and the shadow of the sun is projected in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, crawling slowly, moving from right to left, still dazzling.
Jiang Yu looked down at the computer and typed intently. The lines of her profile were clear and tough, sharp but not aggressive. The more she looked at her single eyelid, the more charming she became.
She can easily control any clothing and makeup, and interpret it neatly, and as she gets older, she adds some mature woman's style.
It is the favorite type of young little sisters.
Therefore, Qi Yan, who was nineteen years old back then, was fascinated when she saw her.
"You still haven't changed." Jiang Yu suddenly said, her eyes fixed on her laptop without moving.
Qi Yan smiled: "You too."
"Are Auntie and Uncle, okay?"
"Very good."
Jiang Yu smiled and didn't look at her.
"How come you don't have a girlfriend?"
"What about you?" Qi Yan asked instead.
"Looked for it, kicked it."
"Oh?"
Jiang Yu stretched, finally looked away from the laptop, raised her foot wearing snakeskin boots, and said calmly: "I found one, who was nine years younger than me. Doing ignorant things and harassing me all day long. If you make trouble with me, you get kicked."
"You really like little sisters." Qi Yan stabbed her.
Jiang Yu tilted her head and blinked: "You also like older sisters very much."
Right back at her.
Qi Yan looked away and said casually, "It looks like you've come out of the closet."
"Everyone in the circle knows that I'm bent, it's not a big deal."
"Yeah, it's no big deal." Qi Yan's voice suddenly became louder, with a half-hearted smile, and her tone was full of sarcasm.
Jiang Yu paused her fingers, looked up at her, and quickly retracted her gaze to hide the guilt.
No one spoke.
Recording the electronic version of the contract is time-consuming, and they had to connect to the headquarters. Before they knew it, the sun already went down. Jiang Yu turned off the laptop and put it aside, stood up, looked at the clock on the wall, and said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner, and meet my girls on the way."
"So you're a pimp, huh?"
"Take your car, okay?" Jiang Yu ignored her teasing and asked with a smile.
"Fine." Qi Yan packed up her things and stood up, turned around and walked towards the door, "Sit in the back."
In the evening, the city lights up brightly.
The usually lively and busy commercial street is a bit deserted, perhaps because of overtime work and attending classes before May 1st. Although it is Sunday, there are not many people on the street. On the contrary, before the intersection, there was a long queue of cars waiting for the red light, and the taillights merging to form strips of red and yellow light.
Lu Zhiqiao got off work on time today, and received a message from Qi Yan in the afternoon saying that she would not come back for dinner because of something. She thought it was too late to go back to cook, so she decided to take her daughter out to eat and buy some new clothes for the child.
The mother and daughter came out of the restaurant, went into the shopping center next door, and strolled leisurely.
The clothes her daughter wore when she was a child were all chosen by Lu Zhiqiao. Most of them were girly candy colors, pink and tender, very cute, and the kid used to like them too. To this day, she still chooses pink subconsciously, but she doesn't want to be rejected by her daughter.
"Pink is too childish, I don't like it." Lu Wei shook her head in disgust.
Holding a pink dress in her hand, Lu Zhiqiao froze when she heard the sound, and looked at her daughter in surprise: "Didn't you like it very much before?"
"That was before." The little girl pouted her lips and said seriously, "I've grown up now."
--puff
The corners of Lu Zhiqiao's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help laughing. She reluctantly put the skirt hanger back and touched her daughter's head, "Okay, Niu Niu is grown up, let's look at other colors."
"Mom…"
"Mm?"
"Just give me the money, so I can buy the clothes myself?" Lu Wei hugged her arm and begged in a low voice.
The light in the shopping mall is warm and soft, reflecting the girl's dark eyes, which are bright and clear. There is desire in her eyes—the desire for the right to choose independently and the desire to control money freely. Like a little adult, but not childish.
Lu Zhiqiao stared into her daughter's eyes in a daze, and suddenly seemed to realize something, a subtle feeling flashed in her heart, and before she had time to catch it, it disappeared.
What is it then?
She didn't think about it, nodded hurriedly, took out the credit card from her bag and handed it over "Okay, you can buy it yourself." After speaking, she leaned to the child's ear and said the PIN.
"Yey~"
Lu Zhiqiao wanted to see how her daughter planned her consumption, but she didn't set a fixed amount, she could buy whatever she liked. After shopping around, unexpectedly, her daughter didn't spend a lot of money on her credit card. She only bought three clothes, a pair of pants and a pair of shoes, which cost less than 10,000 yuan.
Seeing the clothes her daughter bought herself, Lu Zhiqiao felt ashamed, and suddenly realized that she had a poor taste for children's clothing.
"Girl, can you buy your own clothes in the future?"
"Okay~"
Coming out of the store, two young ladies holding hands passed by before her. Lu Wei stared at them as they walked for a long time, until she could no longer turn her neck, then she heard her mother's voice: "Young girl, cross the road."
"Oh."
She looked back and concentrated on crossing the road.
Across the road are major luxury brand stores. Lu Zhiqiao wanted to buy a bag and decided to check it out. She led her daughter onto the sidewalk, and when she noticed that someone was looking at her face, she couldn't help but turn her head and found that her daughter was looking at her.
"What's wrong?"
"Mom, how did you meet dad?" Lu Wei puffed her cheeks and narrowed her eyes slightly.
Lu Zhiqiao's footsteps stopped, her heart trembled violently, and the hand holding her daughter suddenly tightened, "Don't worry about adults' affairs..." After speaking, she quickened her pace, and abruptly changed the subject: "By the way, girl, what gift do you want for your birthday this year?"
Lu Wei didn't answer, she turned her head to look at the direction where the two young ladies disappeared, then at her mother, and then whispered after a while: "I haven't made up my mind yet."
May 7th is her daughter's thirteenth birthday.
It's also Qi Yan's twenty-eighth birthday—if the ID card date is accurate.
The night wind blew the broken hair on her forehead, and Lu Zhiqiao walked forward absent-mindedly, not paying attention to what her daughter said at all. The nervousness in her heart gradually calmed down, she took a deep breath, a sense of anticipation welled up, and she became a little excited.
She won't tell Qi Yan yet.
When the time comes, she wants to give her a surprise.
….
After sweeping the street, the mother and daughter went to the underground parking lot with big bags and small bags. Lu Zhiqiao found her car, unlocked it, opened the door, put her things away one by one, and got in the car at the same time as her daughter.
She lowered her head to fasten her seat belt, then opened the car window to let off heat, and when she looked up, she saw two women walking diagonally ahead through the windshield. The one on the left is wearing a black mask and is quite tall, while the one on the right has waist-length hair...
It's Qi Yan.
The two were chatting while approaching a white car, Qi Yan unlocked it, got into the car first, and the tall woman naturally opened the passenger door, bent over and sat in...
Author's Note:
Teacher Qi: Play the song "Chilly" for me.jpg
Jiang Yu stood in front of the window with her hands in her pockets. Her chiseled face is bony and three-dimensional, her single eyelid was half closed, and the tails of her eyes were slightly raised, giving a sense of sharpness and indifference.She was wearing a half-sleeved slim-fit leather dress with a black-gray snakeskin pattern, revealing her slender white wrists, and a pair of pointed-toe snakeskin short stiletto boots.She exudes a strong sense of oppression, radiating a desire to control invisibly.In Qi Yan's memory, Jiang Yu is a woman with a strong desire to dominate. She must firmly hold everything in her hands, including people, things, and everything around her.After many years, she is still the same.Qi Yan looked at her silently, without any emotion in her eyes, as if she was looking at a stranger.She got so nervous just now, maybe because she just didn't believe that there would be such a coincidence in the world. She hoped that the person in front of the window was not that person. When she saw the woman's face clearly, it washed away any doubts, but her heart fell back into her chest, and sighed secretly, what a coincidence.After experiencing the bone-piercing pain and walking out, she really didn't care anymore."Long time no see." Jiang Yu raised the corners of her lips, revealing a reluctant smile.Qi Yan raised her brows: "Are you the boss?""For this headquarter.""Forget about cooperation, I am not quite good enough, please ask another person." Qi Yan politely said, and turned around to leave blankly."I only want you."Jiang Yu's voice came from behind, with the low-pitched charm unique to mature women, like an order. Then there was the sound of high heels, step by step, slowly and forcefully tapping the smooth tiled floor, walking over.Qi Yan's hand on the door handle tightened, and her eyes dimmedIn the past, she liked the sound of Jiang Yu walking in high heels the most. The rhythm was steady and powerful, implying arrogance and unruly wildness. It was very sexy, and it was her powerful aphrodisiac.She remembers she also gave her a pair of black leather red-soled high heels.The footsteps stopped behind her and Qi Yan straightened her back. Then she heard Jiang Yu say in a casual tone: "There are too few people who satisfy me, only you meet my standards."She pulled out her pocket with one hand, stretched her long and slender fingers in front of her eyes, and looked at Qi Yan carefully, like a lazy cat."Jiang Yu.""Mm?""We've already broken up.""I know."Qi Yan let go of the door handle, turned around, and found that the woman was not as close as she thought, but kept a distance of about half a step, not too far or too close, suitable for talking without appearing intimate.It was just her overreacting.Jiang Yu put her hands back into her pockets, lazily raised her eyes, looked at her leisurely, and smiled lightly, "I'm talking to you about business, why are you"Her voice paused slightly, her smile became more charming, and lowered her voice: "...speaking of a personal matter?""...""Hmm?" Jiang Yu raised her eyebrows.After many years, Qi Yan once again tasted the feeling of being teased, but the throbbing feeling of the past was gone, she just felt a little annoyed, she sneered: "There is no need to talk about business matters, I don't want to cooperate with you.""There's no need to do this on purpose, Yan Yan." Jiang Yu shook her head lightly, smiling brightly.Qi Yan froze when the familiar nickname of the past was called out from someone other than her parents and friends. At that moment, she thought that she heard Lu Zhiqiao calling her that, her heart trembled, and tenderness filled her eyes.Jiang Yu looked into her eyes, her face changed slightly, the smile on the corner of her lips froze for two seconds, and she subconsciously moved forward a little.But soon, Qi Yan came back to her senses, realized that this person was not Lu Zhiqiao, and her eyes returned to indifference, "I didn't mean it, I just have this attitude, and I don't want to cooperate. Do you understand?" She said in a calm tone, and turned around again.A force held her wrist, which was a little cold and Jiang Yu's low voice came next to her ear: "I'm begging you."Qi Yan looked down at her hand and frowned, Jiang Yu immediately let go, and squeezed sideways to the door to block it."I returned to China on the 3rd of this month. I have been interviewing a lot of people. If the full score is 10, the highest score among them is only 9. None of them make me feel perfect. You know, I have always been very demanding." Jiang Yu withdrew her joking expression, and said unhurriedly.She always cherishes words like gold and doesn't like to talk nonsense with others, but if she meets someone whose talent she can appreciate, it doesn't hurt to talk more."I didn't want to disturb you at first, but I couldn't find the right person, so I could only try to send you an email. I was thinking that you might be in a bad mood and decided to ignore it, or you found out that the person behind it is me so you won't come."Qi Yan lowered her gaze and said nothing.The person who knows her best is Jiang Yu. She accepts films based on her mood. Oftentimes, when she weighs an offer, she is in a good mood one second and thinks it can be considered, but the next second she may be irritable because of eating unsweetened cherries and ignoring it.She hated herself for slipping yesterday.They had a bad breakup, and it took her more than half a year to get out and start a new relationship. She had two girlfriends in the past five years. Although they were the type she liked, she still felt that they were boring and they split up quickly. In the end, she stopped being in love at all, and only solved her physical needs.Until she met Lu Zhiqiao, but at this time, Jiang Yu appeared in her sight again.Their relationship is awkward, it's impossible to be friends, and it's difficult to work together, not to mention that she thought of Lu Zhiqiao, and thought she shouldn't be involved with her first love anymore.ButShe thought of Lu Zhiqiao's evasive eyes yesterday, and Lu Zhiqiao's way of shrugging her confession passively that night. She couldn't help feeling confused, whether she is single or not, whether she should be constrained by the so-called "moral values", and how to grasp the rules of interpersonal communication.After feeling uneasy, she became more aware of the anxiety. She thought she could continue to wait, but at the same time, felt that she couldn't wait for a moment, and she suffered physically and mentally.She wished she could tell Jiang Yu confidently now: I have a girlfriend, so I should avoid suspicion.She couldn't.No girlfriend, no confidence.A gust of warm wind came in from the window, carrying the smell of sunshine, the curtains fluttered, and the hair on their foreheads fluttered slightly.After thinking for a long time, Qi Yan raised her eyes and said softly, "I'm here, but I have to go.""Are you afraid you won't be able to explain to your girlfriend?" Jiang Yu looked directly into her eyes, still unwilling to give up.There was a hint of probing in the words, but Jiang Yu concealed her emotions very well, and there was no wave between her cold brows and eyes, having a sense of alienation and oppression.Qi Yan seemed to have been poked at a vital point, her brows quickly tightened and then loosened, a sharp knife pierced her heart, she took a light breath, turned her face away, and said after a while, "I don't have a girlfriend."Jiang Yu's eyes suddenly brightened, and raised her eyebrows lightly, "So you're just afraid of seeing me and couldn't face me.""Your provocation is useless.""I am being sincere."The low tone is determined.For a strong and arrogant woman like Jiang Yu, begging her is more difficult than going to the sky. The only ones who make her bow her head are only a handful of big names in the fashion circle. She has a tough body, has a capital to be tough, but also smart. She knows how to measure, grasp the scale, knows when to advance and when to retreat, making people puzzled.When they were in love before, Qi Yan occasionally couldn't stand Jiang Yu's domineering attitude. When they fight, the older woman will be the one to immediately lower her posture to coax her, but after coaxing her, Jiang Yu would do whatever she wanted, and would not change at all.Back then, she thought it was love.A proud person bows her head to coax her, a tough person turns soft to coax her.She was young at that time, full of innocence, she liked that very much.Qi Yan snorted and laughed at her own naivety at that time, but now she couldn't bring herself to be interested. She put away her memories, met Jiang Yu's pleading gaze and asked, "How exactly did I make you think...that you will convince me?"Looking at each other briefly, she saw herself in Jiang Yu's dark eyes, and also saw purity and sincerity."Just by looking." Jiang Yu said, "Natural vision.""Oh?""A person who has long-term lack of material, or a person who has a lot of material desires in his heart, sees a narrow world, has a single color, and his mind is full of rules and regulations. No matter how he cultivates day in and day out, he will not be able to break through the innate limitations."Qi Yan mumbled, but didn't speak.This woman.Still proud.Knowing that she was shaken, Jiang Yu curled her red lips, pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down, let's talk in detail." Then she walked to the cabinet next to her with her slender legs, and took out a bottle of light brown wine, "A drink?""I have to drive."Qi Yan sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and took out her laptop.Jiang Yu nodded slightly, put the wine back into the cabinet, poured a glass of water for each of them, put them on the table, and went over with a laptop and folders."Since we have 'worked together' before, we are familiar with each other, and you have a certain understanding of this circle, so I won't talk nonsense. What about our company..." She kept her knees together, her back straightened, and with one hand Leaning on the armrest of the sofa, the other hand rested naturally on her lap, with a somewhat majestic imposing manner.The expression on her face is light, and when she is not smiling, she feels even more inaccessible.Jiang Yu gave a general introduction about the company, and talked about her development over the years. Now she only regularly cooperates with a few big brands and walks in fashion weeks. The rest of her time is mainly about operating her own brand and signing newcomers. The focus of this year's work is mainly domestic.Currently, she needs a team of photographers."Others can score nine, or even eight, but team leader must be ten, that is, you." Jiang Yu said seriously.She has good conditions, a good salary, and a bright future, but based on her understanding of Qi Yan, she knows that these are not the most important, and may not even be worth mentioning in Qi Yan's eyes.Qi Yan lazily leaned against the back of the sofa, lightly tapped the cloth with her index finger, and said casually: "When and how to take pictures, I should have the final say.""Certainly.""In an emergency, if my schedule can be coordinated, I will try my best to cooperate with you." Seeing her straightforwardness, Qi Yan also backed a step down.Cooperation is about win-win. If you take advantage of all the benefits, you will not only get a bad reputation, but also the backlash will fall on you sooner or later.Jiang Yu smiled slightly, picked up the prepared contract and handed it to her: "Let's sign it, then."Qi Yan took it over and looked at it in detail. The two signed their names at the same time, one copy for each, and then recorded an electronic version.The afternoon warm wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers blows in, and the shadow of the sun is projected in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, crawling slowly, moving from right to left, still dazzling.Jiang Yu looked down at the computer and typed intently. The lines of her profile were clear and tough, sharp but not aggressive. The more she looked at her single eyelid, the more charming she became.She can easily control any clothing and makeup, and interpret it neatly, and as she gets older, she adds some mature woman's style.It is the favorite type of young little sisters.Therefore, Qi Yan, who was nineteen years old back then, was fascinated when she saw her."You still haven't changed." Jiang Yu suddenly said, her eyes fixed on her laptop without moving.Qi Yan smiled: "You too.""Are Auntie and Uncle, okay?""Very good."Jiang Yu smiled and didn't look at her."How come you don't have a girlfriend?""What about you?" Qi Yan asked instead."Looked for it, kicked it.""Oh?"Jiang Yu stretched, finally looked away from the laptop, raised her foot wearing snakeskin boots, and said calmly: "I found one, who was nine years younger than me. Doing ignorant things and harassing me all day long. If you make trouble with me, you get kicked.""You really like little sisters." Qi Yan stabbed her.Jiang Yu tilted her head and blinked: "You also like older sisters very much."Right back at her.Qi Yan looked away and said casually, "It looks like you've come out of the closet.""Everyone in the circle knows that I'm bent, it's not a big deal.""Yeah, it's no big deal." Qi Yan's voice suddenly became louder, with a half-hearted smile, and her tone was full of sarcasm.Jiang Yu paused her fingers, looked up at her, and quickly retracted her gaze to hide the guilt.No one spoke.Recording the electronic version of the contract is time-consuming, and they had to connect to the headquarters. Before they knew it, the sun already went down. Jiang Yu turned off the laptop and put it aside, stood up, looked at the clock on the wall, and said, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner, and meet my girls on the way.""So you're a pimp, huh?""Take your car, okay?" Jiang Yu ignored her teasing and asked with a smile."Fine." Qi Yan packed up her things and stood up, turned around and walked towards the door, "Sit in the back."In the evening, the city lights up brightly.The usually lively and busy commercial street is a bit deserted, perhaps because of overtime work and attending classes before May 1st. Although it is Sunday, there are not many people on the street. On the contrary, before the intersection, there was a long queue of cars waiting for the red light, and the taillights merging to form strips of red and yellow light.Lu Zhiqiao got off work on time today, and received a message from Qi Yan in the afternoon saying that she would not come back for dinner because of something. She thought it was too late to go back to cook, so she decided to take her daughter out to eat and buy some new clothes for the child.The mother and daughter came out of the restaurant, went into the shopping center next door, and strolled leisurely.The clothes her daughter wore when she was a child were all chosen by Lu Zhiqiao. Most of them were girly candy colors, pink and tender, very cute, and the kid used to like them too. To this day, she still chooses pink subconsciously, but she doesn't want to be rejected by her daughter."Pink is too childish, I don't like it." Lu Wei shook her head in disgust.Holding a pink dress in her hand, Lu Zhiqiao froze when she heard the sound, and looked at her daughter in surprise: "Didn't you like it very much before?""That was before." The little girl pouted her lips and said seriously, "I've grown up now."--puffThe corners of Lu Zhiqiao's mouth twitched, and she couldn't help laughing. She reluctantly put the skirt hanger back and touched her daughter's head, "Okay, Niu Niu is grown up, let's look at other colors.""Mom""Mm?""Just give me the money, so I can buy the clothes myself?" Lu Wei hugged her arm and begged in a low voice.The light in the shopping mall is warm and soft, reflecting the girl's dark eyes, which are bright and clear. There is desire in her eyesthe desire for the right to choose independently and the desire to control money freely. Like a little adult, but not childish.Lu Zhiqiao stared into her daughter's eyes in a daze, and suddenly seemed to realize something, a subtle feeling flashed in her heart, and before she had time to catch it, it disappeared.What is it then?She didn't think about it, nodded hurriedly, took out the credit card from her bag and handed it over "Okay, you can buy it yourself." After speaking, she leaned to the child's ear and said the PIN."Yey~"Lu Zhiqiao wanted to see how her daughter planned her consumption, but she didn't set a fixed amount, she could buy whatever she liked. After shopping around, unexpectedly, her daughter didn't spend a lot of money on her credit card. She only bought three clothes, a pair of pants and a pair of shoes, which cost less than 10,000 yuan.Seeing the clothes her daughter bought herself, Lu Zhiqiao felt ashamed, and suddenly realized that she had a poor taste for children's clothing."Girl, can you buy your own clothes in the future?""Okay~"Coming out of the store, two young ladies holding hands passed by before her. Lu Wei stared at them as they walked for a long time, until she could no longer turn her neck, then she heard her mother's voice: "Young girl, cross the road.""Oh."She looked back and concentrated on crossing the road.Across the road are major luxury brand stores. Lu Zhiqiao wanted to buy a bag and decided to check it out. She led her daughter onto the sidewalk, and when she noticed that someone was looking at her face, she couldn't help but turn her head and found that her daughter was looking at her."What's wrong?""Mom, how did you meet dad?" Lu Wei puffed her cheeks and narrowed her eyes slightly.Lu Zhiqiao's footsteps stopped, her heart trembled violently, and the hand holding her daughter suddenly tightened, "Don't worry about adults' affairs..." After speaking, she quickened her pace, and abruptly changed the subject: "By the way, girl,what gift do you want for your birthday this year?"Lu Wei didn't answer, she turned her head to look at the direction where the two young ladies disappeared, then at her mother, and then whispered after a while: "I haven't made up my mind yet."May 7th is her daughter's thirteenth birthday.It's also Qi Yan's twenty-eighth birthdayif the ID card date is accurate.The night wind blew the broken hair on her forehead, and Lu Zhiqiao walked forward absent-mindedly, not paying attention to what her daughter said at all. The nervousness in her heart gradually calmed down, she took a deep breath, a sense of anticipation welled up, and she became a little excited.She won't tell Qi Yan yet.When the time comes, she wants to give her a surprise..After sweeping the street, the mother and daughter went to the underground parking lot with big bags and small bags. Lu Zhiqiao found her car, unlocked it, opened the door, put her things away one by one, and got in the car at the same time as her daughter.She lowered her head to fasten her seat belt, then opened the car window to let off heat, and when she looked up, she saw two women walking diagonally ahead through the windshield. The one on the left is wearing a black mask and is quite tall, while the one on the right has waist-length hair...It's Qi Yan.The two were chatting while approaching a white car, Qi Yan unlocked it, got into the car first, and the tall woman naturally opened the passenger door, bent over and sat in...Author's Note:Teacher Qi: Play the song "Chilly" for me.jpg
