After Lin Jingnian's words of righteousness came out, the scene was once very awkward.

It feels a bit like in a company, you are lying on the small grid and saying to your colleagues: "You know, our supervisor is a fool."

When I turned around, the person supervisor was standing behind you and looking at you with no expression.

It’s really a Shura field that makes people breathing difficult.

If she had known what Lin Jingnian would say, Meng Yingning would have changed the topic directly when she mentioned this person.

The little childhood sweetheart relationship between her and Chen Wang probably ended abruptly from the moment the word "scam" resounded through the sky and was wiped out.

Although there was no friendship.

Meng Yingning felt that Chen Wang was actually quite miserable, so miserable that she didn't know why she wanted to laugh for no reason. Since she met him, this person has always played a villain. More than ten years have passed, and Lin Jingnian still mentioned him as "that dog Chen Wang".

But what Lin Jingnian said on the phone just now, the so-called dirty, dirty, unruly and ill-thinking ideas should not be possible. When he left, Meng Yingning was only fourteen years old and was preparing for the high school entrance examination.

Chen Wang is not a beast if he has any thoughts about a little kid.

The plug under the pool was not plugged, but there was no water inside, but the faucet didn't have time to close, and the water sensation hit the phone, and it was obvious that it was watering like a flower.

Meng Yingning didn't have that time to be embarrassed, she wailed in a small voice, rushed to catch her phone, ran to the side and took a few tissues to suck off the moisture attached to the surface of the phone.

Lin Jingnian's voice was gone. When she lifted the tissue and looked at it, the screen was pitch black.

Meng Yingning didn't dare to turn on the computer, threw away the wet tissue in her hand, replaced it with a few dry ones and wrapped it up again. She turned her head with a wrinkled face and looked over.

The man is gone, I don’t know when he left, and there is no sound at all.

There was still a smell of tobacco in the air that had not yet dissipated. It should be a very strong smoke, which was a little choking. Meng Yingning raised his hand and pinched his nose, looked at the silver-white trash can standing alone there, and blinked his eyes gently.

There is indeed no inappropriate thought.

I don't even bother to say something to her.

She pinched her cell phone in her hand, swung the charging port downward and walked out, going downstairs without feeling that she had forgotten anything.

When he left the bar, Lu Zhihuan was no longer at the door and had no idea where he was wandering. Fortunately, this stroller was not difficult to hit. Meng Yingning got on the taxi and reported the place name. The driver was also a very lively uncle. He drove the taxi to the punk feeling of racing. He hummed the song and still shot a little, and rushed out with the accelerator with the car music.

Meng Yingning collapsed in the back seat, holding a tightly wrapped in tissues in his hand, thinking about it, and could not have any place to repair the phone and open the door.

She leaned forward, held the back of the passenger seat with her hand and asked, "Master, what time is it now?"

"It's one," the driver hummed happily, raised his hand and looked at her watch, looking at her from the car mirror, "The little girl will go home early in the future. It's so late, it's not safe to be alone."

Meng Yingning responded and said thank you again: "Thank you."

The little girl was polite and pleasing, and the driver suddenly became happier when driving the night shift: "It's okay, will you let the car in your community enter the car? I'll take it to you downstairs."

After chatting for a few more words, the car became quiet and Meng Yingning leaned back to the back seat.

It is impossible to have a place to repair your phone that can open the door at this moment. I just don’t know if the water is in there. When I get home, I can use a hairdryer to blow it and then turn on the machine.

She turned her head and looked at the night lights that had been brushed quickly from the car window, and her mind was a little empty. She was obviously too tired to fight with her lower eyelids half an hour ago, but now she didn't feel much sleepy.

The dark night is dark, and it is easy to recall the past when people are intoxicated.

...

Meng Yingning first saw Chen Wang at the age of seven. She grew up slowly when she was young. She stood with children of the same age and was half a head in the dwarf's family, a small and short one, looking like a four or five-year-old child.

At that time, the school was on summer vacation, and all the children in the yard went to the back mountain to play. Meng Yingning didn't want to go, so she slept alone on the stone bed with a small mat in the yard. While sleeping in a daze, she vaguely heard the sound of the car engine talking, and then the sound of heavy objects mopping the floor, which was banging for a long time.

The little girl was woken up and sat up slowly, pouted and rubbed her eyes, while turning her head and stretching her neck and looking back, but she didn't see her friends coming back.

I rubbed my eyes and turned around again. After several seconds, I saw someone standing next to the stone bed.

Meng Yingning raised her head.

The strange boy wearing a black T-shirt had his eyebrows and eyes hidden behind the shadow of his tiny forehead and couldn't see it clearly. His lips were pursed, and he looked at her condescendingly.

He was very angry, and in the eyes of Xiao Meng Yingning, he was super fierce.

It looks very scary.

Meng Yingning remembered what her mother said to her every day: "When you go to school and play, you must be with everyone. You can't stay alone by yourself, do you know? The Demon King of Bic likes to catch children who leave alone."

At that time, the cartoon "Dragon Ball" on TV was popular, and children were afraid of the Big Demon King of Pick.

Meng Yingning is very timid and especially doesn't like this character. Every time when Bick's Great Demon King appears, she will cover her eyes and look through her fingers.

The little girl raised her head and looked at him blankly for a while. Her mouth started to hold back little by little. Her body shrank into a ball, and her eyes instantly contained a bubble of tears, and she was about to cry in fear.

Her face was flushed and her soft hair was rubbing a little messy. I don’t know if it was because of static electricity or when I was sleeping, but a small strand of short bangs were curled up on the top of her head, like a stagnant hair standing on her. It trembled with her movements, shaking in front of people’s eyes, angrily showing her presence.

The boy stared at her tuft of hair for a few seconds, and suddenly walked forward two steps.

Meng Yingning shrank and wanted to hide back.

The boy raised his hand, pinched her stupid hair, and pulled it upwards.

Meng Yingning was shocked, then flattened her mouth and cried.

So when Lin Jingnian and the others came back, they saw this scene. The tall and thin boy grabbed a piece of hair in his hand and swayed around indifferently. The little girl was grabbed under his hands, covering her hair with one hand and clenched the stone bed under her body with the other. The amplitude was very slight struggle, crying very miserably, sobbing and breathing unevenly.

The voice was soft and he begged for mercy in a vague manner: "Don't catch me... Don't catch me, I'm good, Ningning is obedient... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

It's like a milk cat that is tightly held down by a leopard's claws.

——From then, Chen Wang became the most annoying person in Meng Yingning's childhood and girlhood, and no one of them, which also led to Lin Jingnian's first impression of Chen Wang being down to the bottom. In addition, she misunderstood several times later, this impression never rose by a millimeter again-

Chen Wang stood at the bar door and waited for forty minutes, and during this period he received a call from Lu Zhizhou.

"Have you found Ah Huan?"

"No." Chen Wang bit the cigarette, his voice a little vague.

"Where is Yingning?"

Chen Wang paused, glanced at the female bag in his hand, and his face remained unchanged: "No."

"Then he told me that he was there with Yingning. OK, I'll call him and ask," said Lu Zhizhou. "If you see someone, you can just help me catch them, don't let him drive drunk."

Chen Wang hung up the phone, took the bag up, and took a look through the LED lights.

A small bag with a bigger fart, with an open zipper, only a SLR inside, and half of the camera was still exposed.

Chen Wang felt that the little girl was such a magical species. She couldn't even carry anything with a broken bag and had to carry it. You can carry it with you and forget wherever you go.

After another ten minutes, a taxi rushed over from the street, stopped at the door, and waited for a few seconds. The door was opened and the little girl got off from above in panic.

Chen Wang pinched the cigarette and raised his head.

The ambiguous light on the bar street dyed her a thin color. The skirt with her thigh socks facing upwards flew with the movement of trotting. Meng Yingning ran closer in panic and was stunned when she saw him standing at the door.

Then he saw the bag in his hand, and the embarrassment that had just been extinguished came back and swept over.

Meng Yingning raised her hand to cover her face. She had lived for more than twenty years, and no moment could be more embarrassing than this moment.

Her car had arrived at the door of her house. When she was about to pay, she found that the bag was not in her hand. She remembered that she had placed it on a low table next to the bathroom. As a result, she was just shopping for her phone and forgot about it when she left.

Fortunately, the driver was very kind and he smiled and pulled her back.

Meng Yingning raised her head again and looked in Chen Wang's direction. The man stood lazily in the position she had stood before. The cold sense of aggression in her body clearly divided him from the soft and corrupt atmosphere around her. The huge contrast was eye-catching and seductive. Women around her occasionally cast a long sight, but no one dared to come up to chat with her.

The taxi took an hour to get back and forth, so was he waiting for it?

Not only did he help her get the bag back, but he was also waiting for her to come back to get it.

Meng Yingning was grateful, embarrassed and apologized. She moved over and stood in front of him like a child who had made a mistake.

The little girl tied a bun today, tied her long hair up, lowered her head, and exposed a piece of white, tender and delicate neck to the air.

Chen Wang's eyes stopped for two seconds and handed her the bag.

Meng Yingning took it and said thank you in a low voice.

After not seeing each other for many years, the Great Demon King of Pic seemed to have changed his temperament, which made her feel a little panicked in her guilt. She resisted the urge to retreat and pull away and stayed up and stood still.

"Have you paid?" Chen Wang asked.

Meng Yingning raised her head blankly: "What's the money?"

Chen Wang raised his chin towards the taxi not far behind her, and his voice was low and cold: "The fare."

Meng Yingning remembered that the poor driver behind her was still waiting for her.

She quickly ran over, apologized and thanked, while opening her bag to find cash: "Master, how much does it cost in total?"

The driver smiled and said, "One Hundred and Two."

Meng Yingning took out the wallet from her bag, opened it, took out all the money inside, and started counting.

One is fifty, one is twenty, two is one piece.

“…”

Meng Yingning's brain was a little coagulated.

When she spends money now, she basically brushes her phone, which has actually not used cash for a long time. She originally thought that there should be a few hundred pictures in her wallet, but she didn't expect to overestimate herself.

There wasn't a single one.

Meng Yingning opened her bag with the double gaze of death from the driver and the man behind her, and unwillingly touched every corner carefully.

After touching for five minutes, I finally found a 50-cent steel slag in the mezzanine.

——Total of 72.50 yuan.

Meng Yingning turned around and looked at Chen Wang in despair through the street lights.
Chapter completed!