follow my heart

Chapter 1

"The first sentence of a novel is very important." Meng Buqing took a cigarette in his hand, and if he wanted to smoke it or not, he finally stuffed it back to Huang Mao beside him, "Can I use it as a lottery?"

"No way," the boy in the leather jacket muttered in the corner, "I just want to ask which book it's in."

They beat around the bush and talked for a long time, pretending to be casual.

In fact, Meng Buqing had discussed the signature signature that Meng Buqing changed in the middle of the night several times behind his back.

"Oh," Meng Buqing smiled, "So you want to read?"

A group of uneducated social youths turned their heads to look at each other.Huang Mao simply admitted: "What kind of books are there? We are like those who can read? I just want to know what kind of books Sister Meng likes."

There was a few seconds of silence.

Meng Buqing pursed her lips, with cute dimples appearing on her cheeks, and said honestly: "When I changed this signature, I only read one chapter of the book."

She looked up at the door, "There are guests."

The color printing shop was already closed.

The little girl with the heavy shoulder bag stood still. It was cold at night, and she wore few clothes, so the tip of her nose was red from the cold.His eyes were at a loss, and he said awkwardly: "My brother asked me to come."

"Oh, come in and sit down," Huang Mao immediately stood up, clearing up the empty seats quickly, and explaining to everyone, "Li Feng's younger sister, come here to do homework for a while. Little sister just started high school this year?"

The girl nodded and walked in shyly.

When she took off her schoolbag, she couldn't help but look around secretly.

The room was hot and air-conditioned, and it was stuffy, messy, and crowded.The printer was next to the old leather sofa, and at one end of the sofa sat a very beautiful older sister, her face was propped up with her fists, she was a little awkward.It's hard to say whether it's harmonious or disobedient to mix with this room full of social youths.

Everyone calls her Miss Meng.

The girl opened the exercise book and looked at her again.

It was really beautiful, completely different from the pretty girls she had seen in school.

Sitting can tell that he is tall, playing with his mobile phone casually, and wearing black loose casual clothes.Tall and thin, she exudes beauty but is carefree and unrestrained.

"You can ask her any questions you don't know." Seeing her staring at Meng Buqing, Huang Mao couldn't help laughing, "She's a college student, a top student."

The girl was pleasantly surprised and surprised, "Is it from Shenda?"

What came out was the best college nearby, Ben.The ideal school she was thinking of.

"No," Meng Buqing lifted his eyes from the mobile phone and explained with a smile, "Don't listen to their nonsense. I'm a scumbag, the kind of scumbag who hugs Buddha's feet temporarily and Buddha kicks me."

Everyone around laughed.

"It seems that I have never seen Sister Meng study."

"Yes, I remember that before the college entrance examination, Sister Meng was still calling people to play games. Awesome!"

"Sister Meng, shouldn't it be time to learn something?"

"Come on," Meng Buqing gave them a fierce look, "My parents didn't care about it, why are you talking too much? Also, speak softly and don't disturb my sister's study."

The girl hurriedly said, "It's okay."

It turned out that the beautiful sister did not study well.She was a little disappointed, and then faintly grateful.

After going to the city with my brother who dropped out of school to work, I met many similar bad girls. Even if they smoked and drank to mix in the society, they would still tell her to study hard to have a future and take good care of her.Just because she is young and still in school.

Everyone spoke softly, and the sound of the air conditioner running and heating became clear for a while.

On the glass coffee table, half a frame of shriveled orange-yellow oranges are piled up. Only when you peel them off, you will find that the skin is thin and the flesh is sweet and juicy.

Huang Mao picked a few and put them in the girl's hand, and told her to eat them.

After a while, Meng Buqing received a text message that Flash Delivery had been delivered.She checked with the counselor and got a reply that there was no problem.

She got up and greeted: "Let's go, you play."

"Let's go now? Haozi sees it off."

"No."

Meng Buqing didn't look back, and waved behind their backs, "See you later."

As soon as she opened the door, the cold wind from outside immediately poured down her neck.He hurriedly lowered his head, and after typing with Zuo Xiaoyun, he put on his hat and walked quickly towards home.

The phone buzzes and vibrates.

Zuo Xiaoyun: [Great, great, great!How can you be so good, I really don't know how to thank you! ]

Zuo Xiaoyun: [When the money is approved, I will treat you to dinner immediately, you can eat anything! ]

Zuo Xiaoyun: [Sorry to trouble you again. ]

After reading it, Meng Buqing stuffed the phone back into his pocket, lowered his gaze, and cautiously avoided the stains on the road.Next to it is a fresh food delivery station, and all the delivery staff in blue uniforms are busy passing by.

Walking eyes shaking, she did not reply to the message.

The School of Science of Songjiang University has a new scholarship this year, which comes from alumni donations and requires applicants to submit paper materials.

Zuo Xiaoyun prepared all the materials in time for the deadline, but he missed the closing time of the color printing shop.

She had no choice but to call Meng Buqing, crying and asking if she could help.

Meng Buqing lives off campus.

When she received the call, she immediately walked two kilometers, knocked on the door of the color printing shop opened by this acquaintance, printed the materials and pasted photos, helped place the order and sent it to the counselor overnight.

I didn't find it troublesome.

Zuo Xiaoyun is her friend, and it's only natural to help a friend.

What's more... the moment she heard about this, at least three possible solutions came to her mind.On the other end of the phone, her peers were crying in despair and helplessness.

The nearby arcades stand in disorder, and the community next to the dazzling commercial area is demolition and resettlement houses, which are basically rented out by landlords with partitions. The environment is very poor and the rent is relatively low.

As Meng Buqing walked, he stepped on something on the sole of his shoe, which was sticky.

She frowned and walked as far as possible to a place with bright lights.

Turning the corner, a group of half-aged girls were arguing around a camphor tree.A small flying toy is stuck in the dense branches and leaves.

Meng Buqing glanced around and bent down to pick up a big stone.

She approached silently, and slammed it amidst the girls' exclamation—the stone hit the branch and shook, and the toy of the little flying princess fell—raised her hand to catch it easily.

A remote control princess toy that can fly by unfolding its skirt.The princess's face was distorted, and she looked like a low-quality pirated copy, but she was so ugly that she also had a special kind of cuteness.

Meng Buqing handed it back to them.

keep going.He didn't stop because of the cheers of the girls behind him.

The cold wind was blowing head-on, she lowered her head and hid in the wide hat, the white down circle on the brim of the down jacket was blown into another color by the strong wind.

I was thinking in my heart that I would do these trivial things, probably just to satisfy my desire for performance.Or a sense of accomplishment?Or vanity?She can easily solve the crying of her peers and the quarreling of children.

Meng Buqing smiled slowly, thinking that she was mature and transparent.Not at all childish.

At this moment, she felt that there was nothing in the world that could make her dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and brainless.

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Soon to the gate of the community.

Walking in front of Meng Buqing was a woman dragging a suitcase, wearing a black coat, a long dark brown skirt swaying gracefully with her footsteps, and high heels knocking rhythmically on the asphalt ground.

The brand logo on the leather luggage is easy to recognize.

Famous luxury goods, at least five figures.

Meng Buqing followed the woman slowly, walking all the way, and actually followed all the way.Before entering the building, the woman turned her head and glanced at her.

Didn't expect it to be in the same building.

There is no elevator in the old community, and the stairs made of concrete are narrow, and two people can only walk side by side.The woman stopped in front of the stairs to make way. It was inconvenient to drag the suitcase, so she paused for a while, which meant to let her go first.

Their eyes met hurriedly.

Meng Buqing finally saw her face clearly, and his eyes lit up.

The woman's face was overly delicately made up, her long eyelashes were well defined, and her lips were brightly colored. It looked more like she was just about to go out on a date than returning home late.

The peach blossom eyes that are slightly upturned will make people hold their breath for no reason.

Her expression was calm, but her eyes kept falling on Meng Buqing.A little blunt.

With an unusual look.

"..."

Meng Buqing didn't know how to react.I wondered in my heart, could I be regarded as a pervert who followed me?

The next second, she smiled and asked in a greeting, "Are you coming home from school?"

"No," Meng Buqing was stunned for a moment. Who would leave school at 11:30 in the evening? She replied honestly, "I didn't go to school. I just came back from playing."

Glancing at the big box in the beauty's hand, he thought he understood the meaning of her accusation.

So he said generously: "It's hard for you to carry such a big box by yourself. Why don't you put it sideways, and I'll carry it in front, and you will carry it in the back?"

"it is good."

The woman paused for a while, then suddenly pursed her lips, and smiled a little badly, "But I'm wearing high heels, so it's not convenient. Otherwise, you can help me hold it, thank you."

"..."

Meng Buqing was stunned again and again.

It's good enough to be willing to offer a hand, why would someone still have the nerve to push their nose on their face?

But facing the scrutinizing smiling eyes and the soft voice, he couldn't say the words of rejection.

It is very strange that ordinary Meng Buqing dares to say "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no" to others.

Meng Buqing picked up the woman's box and walked upstairs quickly and silently.

After walking a few floors, I asked:

"What floor do you live on?"

"go straight."

"You are on this floor." Moving to the fifth floor, Meng Buqing finally stopped to take a breath, and said, "The top floor is the top floor."

"Well, keep going."

Meng Buqing resisted not rolling her eyes.

She carried it up to the last floor and put the box by the door.

After a few steps, he walked to the opposite house and took out his key.As soon as he opened the door, he heard the sound of suitcase wheels and high-heeled shoes, and they followed behind him again.

She turned her head, "What else do you need?"

"I live here too." Ji Wan pointed at the door with an innocent expression on her face, "I forgot to introduce myself first, my name is Ji Wan, and I'm your father's friend for the time being."

Meng Buqing held back the swear words and said cautiously: "My father passed away a month ago."

"I know, have you read his will?"

"He has no will."

"Yes." Ji Wan took out two sheets of copy paper from her bag and handed them to Meng Buqing, her voice was low and soft, "You should take a look at it first."

Meng Buqing took it with a frown and looked it over quickly.

The disposition of property above is very simple. To sum it up, all property, including real estate, is jointly owned by Meng Buqing and Ji Wan.

Are you kidding me?

She was about to say that just now, but her father's handwriting was very recognizable.The accompanying notarial certificate further shows that this is not a simple prank.

Meng Buqing frowned, looked at Ji Wan again, and said calmly: "No matter how you got this thing, it violates public order and good customs, and it must be invalid. If you don't leave, I will call the police."

"Is it a violation? How did you get the notarized seal?" Ji Wan took out her mobile phone and showed her the bank transfer records, "Your father owed me 800 million yuan before he died, and the gift in the will is actually a debt repayment." After all, I still suffer."

"Why does he owe you 800 million?! Was he scammed by you???"

"He started a business, asked me to invest, and then begged me to take care of you before he died." Ji Wan pursed her lips and smiled inexplicably, "It just so happens that my house also lost money, so I might as well come and live with you for a while. Excuse me .”

Meng Buqing: "..."

There is too much information and the situation is simply too complicated.

For a moment, she stared at Ji Wan dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and clueless.

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One newcomer, please take care of the duck.