After getting on with the enemy

Chapter 08 8



Chapter 08 8

The line of sight is blocked at night, and driving at night is slower than during the day. It takes about [-] minutes to go back from Tiancheng Road.

Wen Ruyu is careful, watching the road carefully the whole time, and occasionally strikes up a conversation with the two people behind, chatting casually.Perhaps because she didn't understand the relationship between Qiao Yan and Zhou Xiyun, and didn't know that they were acquaintances, Wen Ruyu also introduced Zhou Xiyun to Qiao Yan, saying, "She works in the company in front, Yifeng Group, which is very close to your place."

Qiao Yan was clear in his heart, but he still pretended to respond, "It's quite close."

"You run a coffee shop, don't you?" Wen Ruyu asked, turning the steering wheel half a circle, and slowly turned into the street on the left side of the fork.

Qiao Yan said, "Yes, the one in the alley."

Wen Ruyu said: "Your drinks are not bad, and the coffee is very fragrant."

Qiao Yan asked, "Have you been there?"

Wen Ruyu replied: "I ordered takeaway two days ago, and someone treats me."

After all, they are still unfamiliar, they have only met once, and they are not even considered friends, so their conversation seems too modest and formal.

Qiao Yan said: "Then next time I invite you, whether you go to the store or online, I will give you a free order."

Wen Ruyu smiled sweetly, "Okay, I'll tell you when the time comes."

"it is good."

"Thanks."

"Need not."

"Next time I'll order two more glasses."

Qiao Yan said generously, "It can also be waived."

Wen Ruyu was very happy, glanced at the rearview mirror of the car, and took the opportunity to look at Zhou Xiyun behind.

Zhou Xiyun was out of place from beginning to end, kept silent and did not participate in it.She only raised her eyelids at this moment, looked at the mirror in front of her, and leaned back slowly, like a complete outsider, indifferent to their communication.

At the next intersection, Wen Ruyu stopped talking, confirmed the address again, and then concentrated on driving.

Qiao Yan didn't continue to speak, and An Sheng sat still.

The interior of the car was quiet, and for no reason it seemed dull and depressing.

Qiao Yan turned his head uncomfortably and looked out of the car window to see the scene on the street to pass the time.

Ignore the person next to you on purpose, pretending not to feel it.

The rear row of the car can be divided into three seats. Originally, it was more than enough for two people, but as soon as Zhou Xiyun came up, he sat in the middle and didn't want to be on the side. Which type of car, always like to squeeze in the middle, not willing to sit in the window seat.

It was the same when I was studying in the past. Every time I took the bus to school, Zhou Xiyun would rather stand next to the pestle

I am also reluctant to sit on the side seat, and always get stuck in the middle to pull the ring.

Qiao Yan was used to it, but she didn't do much about it. Subconsciously, she was used to the habits of Goddess Zhou's eldest lady.However, due to the limited range of motion, sometimes the car would shake slightly when turning, and she couldn't sit still, and several times she couldn't control her crooked body and almost fell towards Zhou Xiyun.

Wen Ruyu couldn't drive on the main road, so she had to take a smaller road.

Qiao Yan straightened his back and put one hand on the soft seat.

Immediately there is another turn, and the slope is quite steep.

The car was already driving slowly, and there was no need to slow down when turning the direction. Wen Ruyu drove straight past without any delay.

The small road is quiet, there is no one on the road, and there is no light on it.

The road is a bit steep and seems to be a bad road.

Wen Ruyu was familiar with the road conditions, and said to herself: "Hey... I forgot that this road has been rebuilt recently, so I shouldn't be going this way."

Further forward is a speed bump, the car drives past it, and the whole body shakes again.

Qiao Yan couldn't see the general situation of the road, and his whole body swayed with the bumps, and he was caught off guard and lightly bumped into Zhou Xiyun.She froze for a moment, and was about to raise her arms to move away in the next moment, knowing that there was still a speed bump in front of her... Her hand pressed Zhou Xiyun's body, and a soft touch came suddenly.

Zhou Xiyun lowered his gaze and stared at her.

There was not enough light in the car, it was a little dim.

Qiao Yan took his hand away stiffly, pretending not to touch it, and moved towards the car door without making a sound.

Wen Ruyu in the driver's seat was unaware of these, and didn't notice anything.

Walking forward for another twenty meters, the road became wider and there were more street lights.

The orange light slanted down and shone into the narrow compartment, casting a thin layer of halo on Zhou Xiyun's body, which was soft and warm.Qiao Yan didn't dare to turn his head to look at the other party, and retracted his hands, pretending to focus only on the blurry scenery passing by outside.

Zhou Xiyun ignored her, as if he didn't feel anything.

Qiao Yan closed his mouth, almost pursing his moist red lips into a line.

The lonely night is dense, with a little dryness and heat mixed and intertwined, gradually converging into a flowing undercurrent, tossing and colliding repeatedly.

Time passed by minute by minute, becoming long and difficult.

The next road is not long, turn around and cross a straight road, and finally turn inward to Qinghe Street.

Wen Ruyu asked softly, "Is it here?"

Qiao Yan looked up, tried to relax, and said, "We're almost there, keep going straight at the crossroad ahead, looking at Jiang Jiayuan."

Wen Ruyu nodded, "OK."

Qiao Yan took out his phone to check the time, then put it down.

Can't turn on, can't see.

Feeling uncomfortable after sitting for a long time, Zhou Xiyun moved his long legs, but did nothing, and still maintained his original posture.

Qiao Yan also moved twice, pretending to cover up.

Unintentionally, their hands accidentally touched each other, and the fingertips of both sides touched, and they touched it by accident.

As if scalded by a red-hot soldering iron, Zhou Xiyun curled up his white fingers, and before Qiao Yan came back to his senses, he was the first to separate, pulling a proper distance to avoid suspicion.

Qiao Yan was startled, and then dodged dumbly.

The two of them didn't make any unnecessary noises, and didn't let Wen Ruyu see it, they had an extremely tacit understanding.

After a while, the car stopped.

Wen Ruyu turned her head and said, "Here we are."

Qiao Yan thanked her and got up to get out of the car.

This side is on the road, and the door is on the right when you go down, you have to pass Zhou Xiyun.

Zhou Xiyun didn't realize it, not only didn't let him go, he didn't even reach out to open the door, he didn't show the slightest bit of performance.

Qiao Yan ignored the man, bent sideways and stretched out his hand to open the door, and said strangely, "Rang Rang, I want to go down."

Zhou Xiyun was indifferent, he didn't know whether he was deliberately finding fault or provoking trouble, but he said in a low voice, "Well, I won't stop you."

A disgusting look with a heart to fight against, looking for something to do when there is nothing to do.

Qiao Yan was too lazy to care about these details, and was not in the mood to deal with it. It was fine if the other party refused to let her go. She made do on the spot and stepped over Zhou Xiyun, regardless of whether there would be physical contact or not.

Zhou Xiyun didn't help her, but just watched.

There is not much space in the car, so if you go down like this forcibly, bumping is inevitable.

After waiting, Qiao Yan turned around and was about to leave.

Only then did Zhou Xiyun call out, with a calm tone: "Qiao Yan."

Qiao Yan responded impatiently, "Why?"

Zhou Xiyun said softly, "You dropped something and didn't take it."

Qiao Yan subconsciously touched the purse of his clothes.

She is very forgetful, and forgot her mobile phone in the car, and she was still holding it in her palm just now.She turned back again, got into the car to find her mobile phone, and fumbled a few times.

Zhou Xiyun still didn't help and just sat down.

Qiao Yan bent down to be able to use the phone, and had no choice but to get in close contact with this person again.She moved swiftly, picked up something and went down quickly, for fear of getting close to Zhou Xiyun.

Wen Ruyu sat in front as an invisible person, watching the two stalemate, staying out of the matter from the beginning to the end.After Qiao Yan stood firm, Wen Ruyu acted like a good person again and said to her, "Then I'll take you here, we'll go first."

Such a small friction would not be enough to anger someone unrelated, Qiao Yan had no objection to Wen Ruyu, so he replied, "Be careful on the road."

Then he walked straight to the gate of the community, ignoring Zhou Xiyun in the back row.

After Qiao Yan walked away, Wen Ruyu looked at Zhou Xiyun and said bluntly, "You have a big temper."

Zhou Xiyun didn't return, but narrowed his eyes.

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The night was so exhausting that Qiao Yan didn't even have the energy to get angry. As soon as he got back, he put aside all the big and small things, forced himself to wash up, and then lay down as soon as possible to recover the dead body.

If I stay up longer, it will be three o'clock in the morning. If I go to bed so late, I'm afraid I won't be able to get up tomorrow.After all, it’s not those years in their teens and early twenties. It doesn’t matter if you can stay up late at a young age, but after 25, it’s no good. If you go to bed after three o’clock at night, you will definitely collapse the next day, and you won’t be able to catch up on sleep. return.

The next day was cloudy, without rain, but the sky was gray early in the morning.

Kafa is still open for business as usual, and the door opens at nine o'clock to welcome customers.

All the business in the store is done by the employees, and the two bosses are absent in the morning, and they overslept and couldn't get up.

Qiao Yan rarely compared Rong Yin to the store first, and rushed over to have lunch.

Rong Yin didn't show up until after two o'clock in the afternoon. He slept until the sun was up, and his face was still haggard. It was obvious that he hadn't had a good rest.

Qiao Yan never asked what happened to Rong Yin and A Kuan last night, and never interfered with Rong Yin's private life.Rong Yin didn't say a word, just made the coffee when he came, and was as gentle and kind as usual.

Offline business was so-so on Friday, and not many people came to the store for afternoon tea, which was at least halved compared to the previous few days.

Tomorrow is the weekend, and during the holiday, white-collar workers would come here to sit idle. If they have free time, they must hurry up and work, and try to get all the tasks done before get off work.If you don't work overtime, you can go back earlier, and the next two days will be the most comfortable and comfortable period of the week.

Qiao Yan listlessly placed the order, yawned and made dessert.

Later, Xu Ziqing sent a few pictures on WeChat, showing her the gift that Zhou Huiwen bought.Aunt Zhou was willing to spend money, and bought a platinum bracelet with diamonds, the price was at least five figures, which was really arrogant.

I bought everything I bought, and I really couldn't refuse it if I wanted it, so I had to accept it.Ms. Xu was short-handed and ordered Qiao Yan to go back next Saturday, otherwise she would drive to Wangjiang Jiayuan to pick up Qiao Yan, and she would have to drag her daughter back.

Qiao Yan had a headache, at first he pretended not to receive the news, but after being bombarded by Xu Ziqing, he finally compromised, and replied resignedly: "It's alright, alright, calm down, I'll be home next Saturday."

Xu Ziqing said, "Don't wait for Saturday, come back on Friday night."

Qiao Yan had no choice but to say, "Got it."


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