The next day, I didn't work overtime until very late this night, and I was about to get off work at around 7 o'clock because I had an appointment with Yang Fan in the evening and planned to talk to him. Since I can't afford to rent another house for the time being, I'll see if I can go to his place and live for a while before talking about it.

When I was about to leave, I glanced at Han Yaojing's office. She was not inside. This was the first time she had left so early in a month. I couldn't help but have a curiosity in my heart and asked Sun Bowen, who was in the seat next to me, "Brother Wen, when did that Han Yaojing leave?"

Sun Bowen also glanced at the office inside, then looked at the look of memories and said, "It seems... I saw her taking the elevator with her bag at around five o'clock. What's wrong? Are you having something to do with this female devil?"

In order to avoid Sun Bowen thinking too much, I smiled embarrassedly and denied: "It's nothing. I originally thought of giving her a document, but since I've gotten off work, I'll send it to her tomorrow."

Sun Bowen looked at me suspiciously, then asked with a smile: "You kid, don't you have any ideas about others, right?"

I picked up a piece of paper on the table and said to him with a speechless expression: "Are you stupid to work overtime? I have a girlfriend, but you don't know."

He shrugged indifferently and said, "So what if you have a girlfriend? Before you came to the company, there was a man who also had a girlfriend. But since he came to our company, he has been fascinated by the beauty of Han Yaojing. Later, he broke up with the current one and went to pursue Han Yaojing. He relied on how much money he had at home and thought he could be stable. As a result, he lost his wife and lost his job because Han Yaojing didn't like him, and even hated him. Moreover, he was richer in front of Han Yaojing, so he didn't even have the qualification to compare."

"According to the problem, I'm not him. Besides, I'm just a poor guy..." After pausing, I changed the subject and asked, "Stop talking about me, when are you going to confess your love to Miss Ye?"

Sun Bowen became depressed when I asked this: "She has taken sick leave and I don't know when she will come back to work, and... I'm not fully prepared."

I gave him a blank look and said contempt: "You are a person with good IQ, but I am really not a good fit." I bowed to him and said: "You just said she was sick. Don't you think this is an opportunity? At this time, she is the weakest and most in need of care. The opportunity to show off has come. As for whether it is language or action, you can do it yourself."

He nodded thoughtfully, with a hint of enlightenment in his eyes and replied, "It seems to make some sense! No, I have to finish this work quickly, then get off work and go back to prepare."

"Well~!" I deliberately stretched my nasal sound, and looked unfathomable: "You can teach me, go, work hard, I'm going to get off work first."

......

The place where Yang Fan and I made an appointment was a music restaurant. Unexpectedly, I arrived and he hadn't come yet. I found a seat to sit down, and then asked for a glass of lemonade to drink first, then lit a cigarette for him to come.

After a while, Yang Fan hurriedly walked towards me with apologies on his face and said, "Have you been waiting for a long time? Alas, the company has been having a meeting tonight, which has been delayed."

I threw a cigarette for him first, then raised the cigarette in my hand: "No, I just arrived for a while, and I haven't finished smoking a cigarette yet."

The dishes we ordered were quickly brought up by the waiter one after another, and there were several cans of beer. After several rounds of food and drink, Yang Fan put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth, and smiled at me and said, "Cheng Ting, I know you will definitely not be as simple as asking me out for a meal. Tell me, what's the matter?"

I also slowly put down my chopsticks, pondered for a while, and then in a few minutes, I told Yang Fan about everything about me and Zhao Yihang, and expressed my intention to go and live with him for a while.

Yangfan looked at me laughed and cried: "Just because of this? I thought you were having some problems. Wouldn't you just call me?"

"It's so insincere to call. Besides, since last time... we haven't had a meal together for more than a month." I said evading the important thing, for fear that it would affect his emotions.

Yang Fan chuckled and sighed: "To be honest, before I broke up with her, there were too many memories of her in that room... I still remember the days when I broke up, and I even suspected that I had hallucinations. I always saw the figures of us playing in the room in the past when we were lost, but it would be great to get through that time."

"She...had she ever looked for you later?" I asked tentatively.

Yangfan shook his head and denied it, took a big sip of wine, and said calmly: "Maybe it's better not to disturb each other, because I'm afraid that once she comes to me, I will fall into it again..." He sniffed and said: "So, I plan to move away too, and I don't want to stay in that room full of memories anymore. Are you planning to move too? Then we choose a place in the middle of work and find a house to share!"

I hesitated for a while and couldn't help asking, "Aren't you afraid that she will go back to find you one day?"

This time, Yang Fan's expression finally changed, and the heartache appeared again. He was silent for a long time before he said hoarsely: "Isn't it good to disappear in her world? If she really comes back, then when she gets disappointed and saves enough, she will naturally leave..."

No one knows what Yang Fan felt when he said that. He obviously liked that person very much, but he forced himself to leave... Doing so would be too cruel to Yang Fan himself and Jiani!

Just as I was about to reply to Yang Fan's words, a harsh sound suddenly came from the bar not far away. It was the sound of a glass bottle smashing on the ground. I looked over with the sound. It turned out that several men and a woman had a dispute. The woman was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a white T-shirt, with her hair scattered, and her long white legs were visible. It was not difficult to see that she was a very beautiful woman. Although she was facing her back to me, why did I feel familiar when I looked at the back?

One of the men touched their chin and approached her, and said ruthlessly: "Everyone is out to play, don't be able to afford it!" As he said that, he stretched out his hand to touch the woman's shoulder.

"Get out! Don't touch me!" She picked up her handbag and threw it hard at the man.

Everyone around them gathered to watch the fun, discussing in a low voice, and taking photos from time to time, but no one came forward to stop him. Several men bullied a woman, and I couldn't stand it anymore, so I got up and left the chair, intending to walk towards the bar. Yang Fan pulled my shoulder and signaled me not to cause trouble. I just gave him a "reassuring" look and walked over.

A man led by them was wearing gorgeous clothes and glasses, and a cynical curve when his mouth was raised. It seemed that he was a prodigal person who had money to do what he wanted. He walked forward and said in a sarcastic tone: "Smile, don't eat toast!" Then he raised his hand and prepared to slap the woman.

At that critical moment, I stepped forward and walked between them, slapping the crotch of the woman standing behind me. Of course, I grabbed the man's hand with my hands, not with my face to take his slap.

After a few seconds of confrontation, I let go of his hand and asked politely with a smile: "A few men, it's not good to bully a drunk girl, right?"

He shook his hand hard, looked at me contemptuously, and said, "You just want a hero to save the beauty? Haha, you dare to ruin my good deeds, it's ridiculous! What are you?" As he spoke, the people behind him slowly moved closer to us and surrounded him.

At this time, Yang Fan rushed in, holding two bottles of wine in his hand. I was moved and knew that this kid would not ignore me. I nodded to him, then turned around and whispered to the woman: "You hide first later, and then find a chance to report..." Before I could say the word "police", I looked at her in surprise. This woman was actually a Han Fairy...!

She also saw it, and her expression was also surprised, but she didn't say anything, because it was not the time to speak. Han Yaojin nodded and was about to turn around and go to the bar behind to get his phone, but she accidentally staggered backwards. I hugged her quickly. The inertia made me bend down. Their faces were almost pressed together, and the fragrance and rich alcohol smell came into my breath.

After looking at each other for two seconds, Han Yaoxian looked complicated and left me, then bit his lower lip, avoiding my gaze, his eyes a little at a loss.
Chapter completed!