The old-fashioned chat-up method was actually used on her. She admired the man's courage.

But now she's in a hurry to go to work and return the camera money to Feng Ming, so she doesn't have the leisure to stay and talk nonsense with him and give him a fat beating.

Song Lezhi looked at her indifferent face, guessed that she didn't recognize the time, and took the initiative to help her remember: "sanchen Island, birthday party, remember?"

"Oh, the mother who deserves beating - er, why are you here?" Qing Yao remembered that he threw the broken wine cup for himself on sanchen island that day, and told her the origin of Lu Shaoqiu, so he was worried about his little man's face and didn't call his mother a gun.

"Go to work. Our company is on Xuanwen road. It's raining hard. Get on the bus."

Qingyao didn't pinch any more. He shook the water in his sandals, took his umbrella and shook the water before he got on the bus.

Xuanwen road is just behind Xuanyi road where their magazine building is located.

However, Xuanyi road is not as famous as Xuanwen road. Xuanwen road is a golden section, and the price is much higher than any commercial section in Penang.

At the birthday party on sanchen island that day, except for her unexpected little loser, everything else is either rich or expensive. So now she is not surprised to see the powder boy's Sao Bao sports car and where he works.

"What about you? Where do you work?" Song Lezhi took her umbrella and threw it in the back seat.

I don't care if the water on the umbrella drenched his expensive seat.

Qingyao sees it at first glance. The rich are wayward!

I really can't be with them. A pure hearted nun and monk will be stimulated.

"Xinghai Building."

"Well, not far. Give me your number." he took the cell phone in front of the car.

"What do you want my number for?"

"Of course, there should be contact numbers between friends."

She immediately refused, "I didn't say I wanted to be friends with you."

Shit, her heart is not as strong as her appearance. She wants to live a few more years and doesn't want to be stimulated too much.

Song Lezhi's handsome face collapsed: "I just returned home and I didn't have a friend in Penang. We two hit it off. We're about the same age. We thought we could be friends."

"Wait a minute! About the same age?" Qingyao sneered. Should she thank him for his praise or spit on his lack of vision? "How old are you?"

“22。”

Qingyao was stimulated again: "I started working at the age of 22, and I'm still in a big company on Xuanwen road?"

It must be through the back door. Yes, through the back door!

Song Lezhi started the car and said with a smile, "I naturally went to work after graduation. Although I didn't have Lu Shaoqiu's achievements, I jumped several times when I was studying."

He's fine. What do you compare with Lu Shaoqiu?

But are the children of rich families so awesome? God, do you want to save life for ordinary people like her?

More, more, absolutely not to be friends with him!

Ma, if a man like him has God's care and favor, he needs any friends. He is not qualified to have friends again!

"I'm much older than you. The generation gap is too deep to be friends. Please stop at Xinghai Building in front. Thank you, child!"

The sports car is fast. She is more than ten minutes away. He works in three minutes.

"No, even if the real age is older than me, I think your psychological and spiritual age is similar to me. There will never be a generation gap between us. Just leave a number and have time to play together?"

"Playing with wool, my aunt has to work hard to keep up with the big companies on Xuanwen road. I don't have time to play with such a rebellious bastard like you!"

"I can help you enter the big company on Xuanwen road."

"Get rough! A gentleman doesn't eat food!"

Qingyao took his big umbrella, which was still wet, and just pulled over, he got off quickly.

Song Lezhi was disappointed that she didn't get the number, but he was not in a hurry when he knew where she worked and the future was long.

The low super race crossed a dark blue arc in the gray rain and galloped away.

Qingyao just ran to the front door under the building and saw Chen Jianhua coming out from under the glass eaves.

The off white dress specially made by "Yun Jia Gu Yi" sets off her beautiful and enchanting figure.

Carrying a luxury new leather bag with sandals of the same color.

At any time, Chen Jianhua is always so particular about her clothes.

Qingyao was stunned for a moment, walked over to her, and shouted in a tone of no rise or fall: "Mom, how did you come here?"

It's so early in the morning, so rainy.

The last meeting has been more than two years.

Chen Jianhua glanced into the rain curtain: "the car just now belongs to your man's house?"

This is very uncomfortable for Qingyuan.

She doesn't know if other people's real mothers also call her daughter's husband that way. Er, although it's only nominal for her, it can't change the relationship certificate on the marriage certificate and household register.

Anyway, she always felt that the mother of others would not call her son-in-law a man of her daughter.

Without waiting for Qingyao's answer, she took the lead to the Xingyu cafe on the west side of the first floor of Xinghai Building: "I'm looking for you."

Qingyao paused for two seconds and followed her.

Before entering the door, he sent a message to Feng Ming. He arrived late.

"I'm very popular in the Song family. I'm picked up by a luxury car at work, and the driver is still a young man?" when Chen Jianhua said this, a gentle and slightly ironic smile filled the corners of her mouth.

"It's OK." Qingyao didn't explain. No one cares about her.

Growing up these years, Qingyao somehow always feels like an outsider.

Although she knew that this feeling was unfilial, when she got along with her family, this feeling ran out naturally.

"That's good."

Qingyao is surprised that people who never care about themselves suddenly say such a few words that are very gratifying.

She stared at Chen Jianhua sipping Blue Mountain Coffee opposite.

Seeing that one cup was almost finished, Qingyao couldn't help but make a noise: "drink less. It's bad for your health to drink this early in the morning."

Chen Jianhua put it down and looked up at her with a smile: "is it boring to work in this small magazine?"

"No, it's more stable here. It takes a long time and the salary is more stable than changing other jobs." Qingyao answered honestly. As a person who works all day for life, she doesn't have so precious American time to be bored.

Chen Jianhua obviously smiled: "don't pretend to be poor with me. Even if I want it, it won't cost you much."

In front of Qingyao's eyes, she and her father Yun Lei came to her two and a half years ago and said that grandma Yun Xianrong married as a businessman's wife because she was yunqingyao's eldest granddaughter, who was supposed to take over the "cloud family ancient clothes", angered Qingyao's father Yun Lei and rushed him from the position of financial manager of the "cloud family ancient clothes" to the publicity department with empty reputation and no real power.

They came to settle accounts with her and asked her daughter, a "rich lady", to compensate them for their spiritual losses. Qingyao had no money, so they both pointed to her nose and said that she was a ruthless white eyed wolf. Although she still gave them her salary for just six months, she still didn't reduce their resentment against he