Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 683 Young Man Admires 28

She felt that Zhang Dingyu could definitely do a live broadcast of cooking, as every step he took was methodical, his movements were clean and smooth, and every frame was like a highly ornamental oil painting.

Bright, warm and long-lasting.

Just looking at it is relaxing.

Unfortunately, the time on her phone reminded her that it was time to leave. If she was any later, Mingyue would probably call her.

Lingyao bent down in front of the door to put on her shoes, and said to Zhang Dingyu who had just brought out a plate of food, "Go to bed early after eating, and don't wait for me at night." Zhang Dingyu didn't respond, and before she could say "When will you be back?", she pushed the door and walked out.

The only sound in the room was the mechanical sound of the smart door lock automatically closing and locking.

Lingyao arrived late, and most of the invited colleagues in the company had already arrived.

Mingyue is good at socializing and there were many people coming. Lingyao handed over the gift in her hand and was then taken by Mingyue to the seat reserved for her in advance.

In the center of the seat.

As soon as Lingyao came in, many people called her Teacher Li.

Even though some of them are older than Lingyao, they are capable. I heard that a well-known director booked her for her new script this month after she sent out just one episode.

Unlike them, writing a bunch of scripts and submitting them is like throwing stones into the sea, without even hearing any sound.

Mingyue did not match Jiang Lu and Lingyao this time.

The two of them were two seats apart.

After eating and drinking for a while, somehow Jiang Lu had already sat to the right of Lingyao.

The girl who originally sat next to Lingyao was standing on the chair, waving her arms, and playing finger-guessing games with someone with a flushed face.

Jiang Lu looked at Lingyao, took a sip of the juice in the cup and smiled faintly: "How old were the two children in the hot pot restaurant last time? Why did your relatives want you, a girl who doesn't even have a child, to help take care of the children?"

Jiang Lu thought that the topic he brought up was just right, as most young people nowadays don't like children.

Besides, which normal relative would let an unmarried girl raise a child? Isn't that ridiculous?

It's either nonsense or pure bullying.

He thought that what he said would arouse Lingyao's dissatisfaction with this "relative", and the two of them could start a conversation from this.

As a result, he spoke for a long time but didn't hear any response, and she didn't even raise her head.

Lingyao was looking at the messages on her phone, and Zhang Dingyu, who was rare in appearance, sent her a message on his own initiative.

The first one was twenty minutes ago. I was eating and didn’t have time to look at my phone, so I just saw it now.

[When will you be back? Do you need me to keep your food warm? ]

The following two were posted three minutes ago.

【Didn’t you drink? 】

Can I come pick you up, sister?

Lingyao felt that the last sentence was a bit strange. Shouldn't it be asking her "Do you need someone to pick you up?"

What does it mean whether he can come or not? It seems like she has something to hide by not letting him come.

Lingyao tapped the screen with her fingertips.

【Need not. 】

The other side responded instantly.

[I'm already out, sister. I want to try to read this map first, and learn how to take the bus, so that I can send Dingrui there tomorrow.]

Lingyao looked at the time on her mobile phone. It was a little after 9 o'clock. If she asked him to come over at this time, the party would almost be over, and they could take a car back together.

After thinking this through, Lingyao directly moved a seat to Zhang Dingyu.

【Come to this place.】

Jiang Lu, who was standing next to him, thought Lingyao didn't hear him, so he repeated what he just said...

In the end, the other party still didn't react at all, and the smile on his face began to fade.

However, he was still able to hold his breath. Seeing Lingyao was always looking at her phone, he thought she was busy with something, so he took another sip of the cup and fell silent.

As the banquet was coming to an end, a group of people came out of the restaurant, and Mingyue was standing at the door greeting the guests and making arrangements for their return trip.

Those who have not drunk but have cars are responsible for transporting those who have drunk but do not have cars.

The cold night wind penetrated into people's bones. The people standing outside the door were still waiting for their distribution, holding their clothes and stamping their feet.

Lingyao was also standing in the crowd. She was wearing a black tight skirt and a gray tweed jacket. The cold wind blew her hair, and in the hazy and dark night, she looked like a snow lotus isolated from the world.

Jiang Lu's eyes were originally looking for her. He saw that she drank alcohol at the banquet, but he deliberately did not drink alcohol and only drank juice.

When his eyes really caught her, he couldn't help but be shocked, and his heart was also shocked.

Li Lingyao is indeed very beautiful, and the nobility and indifference that emanates from her bones make her beauty even more precious.

Jiang Lu walked towards her in two or three steps, with a smile on his face.

Pointing to his newly bought BMW, although it was purchased in installments, it did not affect the man's pride.

"You've been drinking and can't drive, shall I give you a ride?" His tone was extremely gentle, and the smile on his face was just right.

Just when Jiang Lu thought he was about to succeed and was about to get the beauty into the car.

Lingyao suddenly looked far away, then raised her arm and shouted, "Here."

Because Lingyao spoke suddenly, the people who were still waiting nearby and Jiang Lu all looked towards the direction where she spoke.

I saw a tall and handsome boy looking around on the roadside ten meters away. After hearing the voice, his originally scattered eyes focused and the stars in the sky seemed to fall into his eyes.

Then, as if in an idol drama, the boy first walked quickly, then jogged, and finally sped up and ran over.

All the loose hair on his forehead was blown back, exposing his smooth and full forehead and facial features to the wind. The wind blowing through his body was vigorous and refreshing.

He stood in front of Lingyao. It could be seen that the boy was in good physical condition. He didn't even breathe heavily, but his chest rose and fell twice. His tone was natural and carried an elusive intimacy.

She called out to Lingyao, "Sister."

Everyone was stunned, looking at Lingyao and Zhang Dingyu with curious and gossipy eyes.

After all, they had never heard that Lingyao had a younger brother before, and Mingyue had met Zhang Dingyu before.

But that was when Zhang Dingyu was wearing a school uniform. Many times, school uniforms are like an invisible cooling agent. As long as you see the school uniform, many relationships that warm people up are divided into two boxes.

But now Zhang Dingyu is wearing a gray sweatshirt and black trousers, and her height and appearance stand out among her male colleagues.

If we have to categorize them, we would simply put Zhang Dingyu into the basket of those who are younger, more energetic and more handsome.

Zhang Dingyu could feel their gazes falling on him, but he didn't care at all.

It was his first time to travel from one end of the city to the other by himself. He stumbled several times on the way. He didn't know how to swipe the card, nor did he know where to find the travel QR code. He had to ask subway staff along the way.

The staff also looked at him strangely and muttered: "There are still young people of this age who don't know how to take the subway." The key point is that Zhang Dingyu's outfit and temperament make him look like someone who grew up in the city and took the subway since childhood.

After entering the subway, I followed the crowd to take the escalator, and after exiting the subway, I followed the instructions on my phone to find the way.

Fortunately, he had a good sense of direction and got the hang of it quickly without keeping her waiting for long.

But I didn't expect to see another person standing next to her when I arrived.

A familiar person.