Chen Xia

Chapter 139 Group photo
There was no moon tonight, and the biting wind blew Ye Mian's hair unbridled.

Being afraid of the person in front of her was just a figment of her imagination.

She raised her head timidly, and when she saw his clear outline, she felt like a dream.

It's only been a few days, but it seems like years have passed.

After a very short hug.

Jiang Chen took a step back politely.

In an instant, the evening wind passed through the distance between the two of them.

Looking at the girl's flushed eyes, the man gently wiped the traces of her tears with his fingers.

His voice was gentler than Night Breeze.

"Why are you crying? Who bullied you?"

Ye Mian: "..."

His voice was very low, but every word came to her ears clearly.

Ye Mian blocked her throat, the great surprise made her unable to utter a few words for a long time.

"You...why did you come here suddenly." She cried and laughed like a fool.

Seemingly remembering something, she looked at Jiang Chen's leg again, "Are you healed? Are you able to walk?"

"Well, I can barely walk for a while." He looked calm, as if he didn't care much about the injury.

"So you drove here?"

Ye Mian's expression was a bit complicated, and her eyes fell on his long legs.

Wencheng and Qiaozhen are separated by a province, which is considered a long distance.

If driving...

Ye Mian's eyes were blurred, and she said worriedly: "You are quite rebellious, listen to my advice, the style of a lame handsome man is not suitable for you."

Jiang Chen:?
"Although you are engaged in finance, there may not be no other way to go. If you become lame, you will ruin a way to eat in the entertainment industry, which is not worth it."

Listening to the yin and yang strangeness of the girl's secret poking.

Jiang Chen raised his brows and eyes slightly, and a smile leaked from the corners of his lips.

He said warmly: "Well, I take it as your compliment."

"..."

He was just as good-natured.

For no reason, Ye Mian's eyes were sour, as if they had been smoked by vinegar.

She was a little angry that Jiang Chen didn't care about his body.

But now that she has arrived, she is quite moved.

This kind of anger, distress, and joy are intertwined.

half an hour.

She said with a hoarse voice and choked with sobs: "Don't do this next time. You have to love yourself more, okay?"

Jiang Chen's fingertips hidden in his cuffs trembled, he straightened up, and looked down at her eyes with condescending eyes.

His tone was very deep, and he felt a little helpless.

"I want to see you, how can this not be considered loving myself."

Fireworks buzzed on both sides of the bank, lighting up the entire night, and scattered light spots fell on the man's deep eyes. Standing in the cold light, his eyebrows and eyes were in a mess.

Ye Mian's eyes were still red, but her face was even redder than her eyes.

Jiang Chen has the talent of being unconsciously seductive.

Yes, Ye Mian has read many love scripts.

But I never knew how to love myself.

It can be interpreted like this.

-

The later the night of the New Year's Eve, the more crowded the bridge town is, some people come to watch the fireworks, some people come to catch up with the excitement.

It was only when Jiang Chen took her hand to get off the bridge that she realized how conspicuous the two of them stood on the stone bridge just now.

The largest stone bridge in the town has many pedestrians.

Almost everyone who passed by would stare at them for a moment, then leave with a smile on their face.

It's not hard to doubt.

If they stand a little longer, they will be able to broadcast the news at the mouth of Bridge Town tomorrow.

along the way.

Ye Mian's hands were wrapped by the man's warm fingertips, with a bit of strength and gentleness.

The girl's tears had been dried by the cold wind, leaving only crescent-like eyes.

Because Jiang Chen's legs were not fully healed, he couldn't walk too far.

She took Jiang Chen into a cafe that was still open, and sat down near the river.

Ye Mian ordered a cup of hot tea for Jiang Chen and a cup of hot coffee for herself before turning to look at Jiang Chen.

The lighting of the cafe is dim, and the overall wooden decoration is very stylish. The fireworks outside the window bloom brightly from time to time, casting light on the man from a distance, but it is as gentle as a colorful tulle.

Ye Mian couldn't calm down, and after many thoughts flashed through her mind, she asked Jiang Chen.

"Are you going to stay in a hotel tonight, or go home with me?"

Her tone was extremely calm.

It seems that the option of Jiang Chen going home with her is very reasonable.

Jiang Chen was helpless and thought it was funny, put down the hot tea in his hand, and smiled, "Xiao Yemian, you seem to be keen on taking people home?"

Ok?
What is this called?

Ye Mian retorted confidently, and casually talked about love: "No, I just want to take you home."

"Is it?"

The smile in Jiang Chen's eyes faded slightly, and he still said the words of refusal softly: "But it can't be done, don't make Uncle Ye angry when it's Chinese New Year."

Ye Mian was taken aback for a moment, and finally got a little guilty, "Then which hotel did you stay in? Is it far?"

Jiang Chen smiled lightly and said, "It's not far, it's in the town."

Ye Mian listened, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

That is to say...

She could see Jiang Chen all the time these days.

Under the table, the night wind blew her red skirt and wrapped it around his trouser legs silently.

Ye Mian felt that the whole town should be able to hear her heartbeat and breathing.

She was able to celebrate the new year with Jiang Chen in Qiao Town.

It was like a stolen time, so beautiful that she couldn't believe it.

She drank coffee and watched Jiang Chen for a long time, then took out her phone and took a photo of herself.

While Jiang Chen turned his head to watch the fireworks, he quietly took another picture of Jiang Chen.

As soon as he put away his phone, he heard Jiang Chen say in a warm voice, "I've already taken pictures, don't you want to take a photo together?"

"..."

Ye Mian turned her face away, wanting to cry but without tears, and took a deep breath.

Some things just work like that.

No matter how many times you have experienced it.

This kind of social death moment of being caught is still suffocating.

"Ah."

The man smiled lightly and let go of the tea cup. His fingers were long and slender, with clear joints and mottled light shadows.

Holding her cell phone in the other hand, she got up and approached Ye Mian, leaning slightly to get close to her.

He is extremely tall, even if he is bent over, it still feels oppressive to Ye Mian, and the fresh fragrance of his body is already wrapped around the tip of his nose.

Ye Mian stared blankly at the screen.

On the phone screen, Jiang Chen was also looking at her through the lens, his eyes were gray and white, with an extremely warm color.

Breathing is slow.

The air velocity seems to be frozen by the cold air.

Everything around him automatically becomes the most inconspicuous foil, and he is naturally eye-catching.

His eyes fell to Ye Mian's face.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Xiao Yemian, smile."

Ye Mian couldn't hide the fluttering heartbeat in her chest.

I could only bend my eyes obediently.

God seemed to be cooperating with them, and a huge bunch of fireworks bloomed behind them.

——The screen freezes instantly.

A gentle and calm man.

A girl with a bright red face.

Thousands of fireworks are set off.

The whole picture was amazing and beautiful when she was 21 years old.

-

The night is getting late.

Walking out of the coffee shop, Jiang Chen sent Ye Mian home.

Passing by the small shop, Jiang Chen stopped and said he wanted to buy some toiletries.

Ye Mian blinked and took Jiang Chen in.

The one looking at the shop is still the familiar lady boss, the only difference is that.

Today's TV program is no longer financial news, but the Spring Festival Gala.

(End of this chapter)