Chapter 80 Crematorium

These past two days, my parents have been very busy helping to deal with a relative's funeral.

Early in the morning on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Liang Weining took a taxi to the high-speed rail station. Before leaving, he left 10,000 yuan for his family.

Divide into two groups.

Seven thousand was placed under the potholder on the dining table.

The remaining three thousand were neatly folded and stuffed into Lao Liang’s private treasury.

The location of this place was only told to her, and it was Lao Liang’s ultimate secret.

In the new year, I hope my dad can save more and more private money.

Taking one last look at the furnishings in the house, Liang Weining felt a lump in his throat. He pulled the door, closed it, locked it with the key, and took the elevator downstairs with his suitcase.

On the way back, I felt that time passed very quickly.

We arrived at the port area at five in the afternoon.

After finishing the phone call with my best friend, I hurriedly got in the car and returned to the rental house, just in time for a hot dinner.

We made an appointment before the New Year to watch a movie together tonight.

Gu Yunzhen had already prepared two movie tickets and a set of drinks and snacks.

During the holidays, cinemas are packed.

After getting the ticket, Liang Weining took a photo and posted it on WeChat Moments.

The text reads: [I have arrived safely in Hong Kong. I rarely use WeChat. If you have any urgent matters, please call me directly.]

There is such a warm reminder every year.

At least she had to let her mainland friends know that she didn't reply to messages late on purpose.

Two-thirds of the way through the movie, my phone vibrated.

Caller ID: Mr. Chen.

Liang Weining stared at him for a moment without blinking, then touched her friend's shoulder and said she was going out to answer a call.

Walk out along the corridor of the screening room and into the restroom.

The call was automatically disconnected due to a long time.

She called back.

The phone rang five times and was picked up by a man.

"Mr. Chen."

The girl's soft voice came from the receiver.

The extended Pullman drove smoothly on CBD Avenue. In the back seat, Chen Jingyuan said softly, "Let's meet tonight. I'll pick you up in half an hour."

meet.

Half an hour later.

It's so strange, how did the boss know that she had arrived in Hong Kong? I remember telling him before that I would arrive tomorrow.

Is it possible to find out her ticket purchase information?
Mr. Chen has great means, so this is not impossible.

I don’t know what my mentality was at the time, maybe I was lazy, or I didn’t want to break my promise, because I agreed to accompany my best friend tonight.

For some unknown reason, she lied.

Liang Weining held the phone and whispered, "But I'm already asleep, can we meet tomorrow?"

He remained calm and believed that he had concealed the truth.

fell asleep.

Chen Jingyuan smiled faintly, slowly closed his eyes, and hung up the phone.

A busy tone sounds.

Liang Weining:
Take away your phone and take a look. Is the signal bad?

Without thinking much, she returned to the screening room.

The movie was coming to an end with some sentimental scenes, and Liang Weining suddenly thought of something he seemed to have forgotten.

I opened WeChat out of boredom and confirmed again whether the elite man had received the money.

It turned out that it was still confiscated!
The money was returned to her account.

What does this person mean?

Just as she was about to type the question, the latest reminder popped up at the top, saying that someone had added her as a friend.

I clicked on it and saw the other party's note: [Zhuang Jiming. ]

? ?
Another man named Zhuang came.

Liang Weining was stunned.

Before and after the contact, so, the stranger added on New Year’s Eve was not the one introduced by my aunt?

Since he is not an elite man, who is the other party?

He didn't say a word during the whole process and even gave her a huge red envelope.

and many more.

ZG-C, ZG-C He repeated these three letters silently, and his breathing stagnated.

China-Hong Kong-Chen.

Liang Weining's eyes were unfocused, and the last bit of hope in his heart turned to ashes in an instant.

What did she just say.

She sent the movie tickets to her friends circle, but told the boss that she had already fallen asleep.

Why do you want to die on such a beautiful day?

Liang Weining's strong desire to survive made her act decisive. Seeing her picking up her bag and leaving in a hurry, Gu Yunzhen asked, "Where are you going?"

"crematorium."

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On the fourth floor of the shopping mall, Liang Weining didn't have time to wait for the elevator. He dialed his boss's number while walking down the stairs.

I thought it would be rejected.

Until the moment the phone was picked up.

Her eyes were wet for no reason. She opened her lips to speak, and the man's deep voice reached her ears, "B1 floor."

The steps paused.

Mr. Chen is in the mall?

What this meant was that he came to pick her up as usual according to the cinema address she found on her friend circle.

The remaining journey, just a few minutes, was filled with countless images flashing through Liang Weining's mind like a movie.

Countless scenes of admitting mistakes to him.

Will he forgive?

On the underground first floor, luxury cars are parked in a low-key manner in temporary parking spaces.

The automatic rear door slowly opened.

The interior of the car was so quiet and cold that Liang Weining quickly gave up the tactical ideas that had just arisen in his mind after getting in. He sat down obediently and waited for the boss to speak.

On the other side of the window, across the central armrest, a man was leaning against the seat with a calm expression, resting his eyes.

The girl remained silent for a long time.

Chen Jingyuan said calmly, "Come here."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Liang Weining looked at the man's legs and slowly moved inward.

I didn't dare sit.

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Inside the closed carriage, the girl's clean fir-nut fragrance faintly filled the air.

Her breathing was shallow.

She stared at him intently, with a thin mist in her eyes.

This was the scene Chen Jingyuan saw when he opened his eyes.

The car was driving at a steady speed and heading towards Pok Fu Lam.

As this silent gaze entered a long silence, the mist in the girl's eyes became noticeably heavier.

Under the ambient light, the man's eyes darkened as he watched the mist turning into water, wondering whether it would fall.

In an instant, the surrounding air pressure warmed up.

Chen Jingyuan slowly leaned over, grabbed the girl's wrist, applied a little force, pulled her up and restrained her on his legs.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

The low voice was cold.

Liang Weining's heart tightened.

I never thought of using torture, knowing that this was a bad idea, but there was no other way.

She lowered her eyes and apologized: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

The soft and hoarse voice is endearing.

But the man she was facing was Chen Jingyuan.

Mr. Chen knew that behind all the charming appearances, there was one fact.

During the seven days they were apart, she never thought about him.

Not even for half a second.

Secretary Liang didn't know what it meant to miss someone. Even though her heart was moved and she liked him, once the distance between them widened, as time went by, she would become completely alienated from him both physically and mentally.

At this moment, Chen Jingyuan even wondered if he had been too hasty in the top-floor office that night.

Her feelings for him didn't seem as clear as she thought.

The car is quiet.

Although their breaths were very close, Liang Weining felt that the person in front of her was beyond her reach and was very far away from her.

She lied.

So he was very angry.

Liang Weining had never coaxed a man before, and she was at a loss for a moment, not knowing where to start.

While my thoughts were in disarray, I saw the man turning his gaze to the window, and mottled light and shadows passed across his deep profile.

Chen Jingyuan opened his mouth and said in a tone that did not allow for argument: "Go to Pok Fu Lam to rest for a night. Tomorrow afternoon, I will ask Uncle Ming to send a car to take you back."

Sleeping in Pokfulam.

The girl was silent.

The big hand on his waist tightened, and Chen Jingyuan said in a deep voice: "Any opinions?"

The person in his arms shuddered.

His voice was weak, "No."

It all depends on Mr. Chen.

Sorry, there are some broken hearts as soon as we meet. The introduction says it is 90% sweet. I won’t lie to you. It is a sweet pet story.