C33 Gap

After I saw this, I hurriedly moved to the side and decided to listen carefully before moving forward.

"Ling, you know it. Although I am worth over a hundred million and have a lot of beauties by my side, you are the only one I love!" The man said.

"But, the age difference between us, and the profession …"

Just as Rui Ling said this, she heard the man say: "It doesn't matter, you know, age isn't a problem in this society right now. Just like the news I saw before, things like father-daughter relationships and grandfather-grandson relationships are common. We're only thirteen years apart."

"Alright, alright, let me think about it."

After Rui Ling had said her piece, I thought that this man would retreat, but unexpectedly, he actually shamelessly decided to stick to it. When I saw this, I quickly stepped forward and pushed the man aside, saying: "What are you doing?"

When the man saw that I was angry, he stood up, stepped back a bit, then turned around and left.

"Who is this guy?" I looked at the man's back and asked Rui Ling.

"Don't you see? She came here to woo me! " She seemed to answer rather easily.

"Oh, chasing after a little girl at such an age. I really have no idea what he's thinking!" I said.

"Ai, you don't know this, right? He and I …"

Just as Rui Ling said that, the phone in her pocket rang. After she caught it, she heard a lady's voice asking her: "Where are you now?"

"I... I was just chatting with a friend. " she stammered.

"Now, there's a guest who says your name and wants you to sing with her. You're doing great, to accompany a friend of yours. Can your friend earn you a net profit of two thousand yuan a day?" The voice on the phone said angrily.

"Sister Yun, don't be angry, I'm coming!" After she said that, she immediately turned her head and said to me, "Lin Fan, I'm really sorry. I originally wanted to accompany you to have a good talk, but unfortunately, there are a lot of guests today, so …"

"It's nothing, it's nothing. Go ahead and busy yourself first. Let's chat later." I hastily stood up and said to her.

"Okay, okay, then... I'll go in first, okay? " She stood up.

"En, alright!" I replied and saw her turn around and walk back inside in a hurry.

In the past few days, it was as if I had entered a desolate world that no one knew where or how. On Liu Yan and Rui Ling's matter, emotions such as happiness, confusion, and anger, were played out in a certain drama like some special characters.

Zhang Yimou seemed to be the genius director of this field. It was as if he was trying to solve everything, but he didn't know whether he should do it or not.

The netizen Bing Lian said that I, as a person, am too picky. Women are actually such a profound topic, I really don't understand women at all.

Yes, my heart of "a thousand years of ice and snow" is still stubborn to this day, I love the long time of dream view skylight, still tightly locked to this day, what is the reason... At this moment, it seemed to me that the invisible key was an exact answer to everything I did, but I ignored the fact that the answer to so many things in the world was an equation, as I had seen recently.

One rainy afternoon, one of my best friends asked me to add a female netizen, and my words suggested that the female netizen might be me: I was thrilled to be a wishbird in heaven and a candidate on earth, and it was a pleasant washing away of my many days of perplexity, as I had been before this gorgeous, rain-washed world.

However, just when I added her QQ number, I realised that this number was Rui Ling's number.

The best friend smiled at me and said, "Actually, when you went to the toilet the other day, I was bored, so I opened your QQ. When I opened this woman's QQ, I found out that her figure was excellent and her figure was beautiful. What I wanted to ask was, is she your girlfriend?"

"Go to your girlfriend? She's my good friend, okay? " I said angrily to him.

"Good friend, good friend. Why are you so angry?" He felt very puzzled.

"You know, the thing I hate the most is to peek at my personal belongings without my permission. Even if it's you, my best friend, you won't be an exception!"

"Alright, alright. I won't watch it in the future, okay?" When he saw that I was truly angry, he hurriedly dodged to the side and said.

In fact, in the last few days, other than going to school, eating, and sleeping time, I had spent all of my time talking to her, from being unfamiliar to familiar, and from familiarity to understanding. Gradually, I felt that my heart was going from cold to purple in spring, and maybe she was the one who had made up for it.

After a good chat, she started asking for my picture, which I wasn't sure about, but I sent her my picture. I had secretly opened her space many times and seen her most recent photos. She was indeed pretty, and it was for this reason that I was worried that I, who was reserved and unpopular with women, would be a little disappointed when she saw my pictures.

I had thought of using the image software to replace the image, but I also clearly knew that if it really came to this point, I wouldn't be so confident. Previously, I had met them and used the image software to impersonate them. This wasn't something that could be done anywhere. After careful consideration, I decided to send them a real photo of myself.

After I sent her my mails, I didn't receive her reply for a long time. I suddenly felt that something was wrong and thought to myself, "There were many excellent girls in the past who, upon seeing my photos, decided not to touch me any further. This kind of thing has happened to me many times." I suspect that this is a curse imposed by a certain spirit on her life.

To verify that my guess was true, I quickly sent him a message in QQ to ask him about it, and after seeing my picture, how did it feel?

She actually replied to me humorously, "Well, it's okay... It's a man! "

I suddenly felt a kind of ecstasy coming from within my heart. I thought that what she meant by those words was clearly a sign that she wanted to continue dating. Thus, I hurriedly replied: "Thank you!"

She told me that before she met me, she didn't actually go to QQ, but recently, she went to a lot. I quickly asked her the reason, and she replied without hesitation. It was because of me, and she was very grateful. For the first time, I made her feel good about talking about QQ.

At that time, always seeing true love as a legend, seeing feelings as illusions, I suddenly felt: in this flower before the age of blooming, my love will also be fragrant.

However, in my joy, as her words rose step by step to become a mirage of emotion, she began to say something terrible. She clearly told me that her first night had been mercilessly robbed in the past few years, and later, while she was singing with the other men, she asked me if I would mind, and when I listened, although I felt uncomfortable inside, I said three words to her, "I don't mind" as if I was going to die.

However, the sensitive her was able to see through my thoughts. It was as though she had seen the sand in the water with just a glance.

But the explanation I gave her was that if I minded, I would lose you. I didn't want to lose you, so I didn't mind.

Just when I was trying to find out who she was and "force her to confess" to, she actually threatened me. If I were to continue asking, she could tell me who it was, but since I was no longer in contact with her, I suddenly stopped and remained silent for a long time.

I liked to open up her space every time I went online and look at the pictures inside her, her dark hair hanging down her shoulders, her smile so delicate and lovely that it made me feel pity for her, and for this reason I deeply lamented what had happened to her, hated the man who had hurt her so cruelly, and was perplexed again by my dreamy, dreamy love.

Of course, I still want to witness with my own eyes how Rui Ling looks, and do my best to let her walk out of this place and into a clear sky that belongs to me.

Finally, on a bad morning, I consulted her about my wish to see her, and she agreed without thinking.

She was a woman from a big city, and I was the son of a peasant laborer from the countryside. Although I still had a lot of unconfidence before I saw her, my curiosity caused me to pull myself together and go to the rendezvous.

However, when I arrived at the appointed location, after waiting bitterly for an hour, she still hasn't appeared. Time was like water, slipping away from my fingers, my heart gradually changed from burning hot to restless, and gradually to inexplicable apprehension, a feeling of being deceived suddenly arose spontaneously.

To test my guess, I called her for the eighth time since I'd arrived. Her answer was, Just wait five minutes and I'll be there shortly.

Actually, I don't remember. She said to wait for a few more minutes, and after I looked up at the colorful crowd that was coming and going, with a faint sense of disappointment, I turned around and left, walking slowly towards the nearby shopping mall.

My heart was cold. Facing the hot sun, I had the strong illusion that I wanted to wear extra clothes.

However, just as I was about to walk towards the entrance of Wan Hua Market, the phone in my pocket starts ringing crazily. I took out my phone and saw that it's from her. She asked where I am now. I lied to her, at the appointed place, and then I asked her where she was. It was on the third chair at the entrance to the Place de Vancouver.

My heart tightened, and as I looked in the direction she had said, he also looked in my direction. Immediately, his eyes met mine, and he slowly stood up and smiled at me.

I nodded directly and didn't say much to him.

I don't know either. I once read an article saying that when a man and a woman meet for the first time, a woman should never cross the line because of a man's reticence, because at this time, the behavior of a woman and a man is not on the same level at all. At this time, the less a man speaks, the more he cares about the woman.

She was obviously smaller than the picture, and the "quiet, optimistic" part of her made it impossible for me to think about what had happened to her. It was as if she were telling the story of someone else.

She was wearing a silvery-white dress with a straight, bright, stylish haircut. Although I was not good at clothes and the like, I knew that this dress was definitely worth a lot when I saw it. Thus, I asked her, how much did she buy this dress?

She looked down at her fluttering dress and immediately replied: Six hundred and eighty pieces! This one was still considered cheap, but there was one that was similar to this one. One thousand three hundred and twenty-eight yuan.

At that time, my father's monthly salary was only one thousand six hundred and seventy-six yuan. I really didn't expect that a piece of clothing that could make him look ordinary could be compared to my father's salary for half a month.