After giving Yang Yixin's phone number, we resumed contact. It's still the same as before, chatting, drinking and so on.
I am a bit puzzled, what is his psychology? If he really wants to know my number, he just needs to call my master. But he didn't do that, and during the time we lost contact, we really didn't have any contact.
Yingying's appearance gave us an opportunity to reconnect. During our drinking and chatting, he didn't mention that part, never asked me why I didn't answer his phone and text messages, and didn't contact him. Forgot the same.
To be honest, Wu Jin's harm to me was protracted. He should be my first love, but it ended with such a bloody injury. Because of this incident, I didn't dare to believe in love anymore, so facing Yang Yi who had been tempted before, I also became dull.
One day, after we chatted all over the world, Yang Yi said to me very seriously, Zixuan, I think you should have a good talk with me.
I laughed and said, "Occupational disease has occurred again. In what capacity are we talking, patient or friend?"
He lightly shook his head, both, but neither. I think you seem to be a different person recently. You have disappeared in my world for a few months. When I see you again, you are a different person. What gave you such a change, I have always wanted to know.
Also, Qingmian once called me and said that you have been under a lot of pressure recently, and she hopes that I can help you when I have time. She doesn't want her lover to be unhappy because of certain things.
Qingmian is really a good teacher and helpful friend, she took such good care of me. I was moved for a while, in order to live up to her care, I decided to have a good talk with Yang Yi, trying to untie the knot and make myself happy again.
"Yang Yi, but when you asked me out to play, you never mentioned about those few months. I don't know if I can talk to you boldly and open my heart. I am very scared, entangled, and sad. , but I can't find anyone to talk to, I feel like I'm about to collapse."
I looked around and found that there were a lot of people around, I couldn't lose my composure, so I stood up, "Let's find another place, your clinic is good."
Yang Yi smiled, "You say you don't believe me, but your heart has already made a choice for you, let's go, I will definitely do my best to help you." That smile again made me feel at ease Smiling, under the flickering light, I vaguely regarded Yang Yi as another Zimu, a Zimu who could also make me feel at ease, but was not afraid that he would work too hard for me.
In the clinic that I went to with Yingying, I told everything about myself. From childhood to adulthood, one by one, about my life experience, about my grandfather's fear of me, about those days in the orphanage, about the days when I was determined to be famous since I was a child, and those who used to laugh at me were dumbfounded.
Of course, I also met a rich guy when I was working at the stadium. At that time, I was so innocent that I actually believed that he really fell in love with me.
Also, I have never been able to figure out what my feelings for Xiao Kai are, how much sincerity there is in it, how much is because of his family background and so on. Of course, when he went abroad later, that midnight The damn phone that arrived, and the calling card that I had discarded for a long time and then found again.
I was expressing my hesitation, sadness, and bewilderment in a disturbed state of mind, interspersed with asking Yang Yi, would a person fall in love with two people at the same time, I almost said it, except Wu Jin's other who is the person.
Yang Yi listened to my ramblings carefully, answered my questions seriously, and was a dutiful trash can seriously. I figured I just needed to vent my pain, and when I said it all, it felt so much easier, like sweating after a workout and taking a shower.
"Thank you for listening to me. I feel better now. It's getting late. I think I'd better go back. Zimu should be in a hurry. I have to go to work tomorrow." I stood up and prepared to go home. Yang Yi Stop me and insist on sending me back.
I smiled and shook my head, "Yang Yi, since you are a psychiatrist, you should know that I have told you so much with the strength of alcohol, and I already feel very embarrassed this time, right? I sent it to the taxi, watched me leave, and then you go home, okay, I hope that when we wake up, we can forget what we should have done tonight."
Yang Yi understood, "Zixuan, I'm actually worried about you, a girl is so late, well, since you made a better suggestion, of course I will follow, I promise I will forget about it tomorrow, we still is??friend. "
I really like this kind of child, he is considerate, gentle and pleasant, and knows how to think about others. I think it must be a good choice to be friends with him. From that moment on, I will regard Yang Yi as my confidant.
Since that night, my spirit has obviously improved a lot. I can see the relief in Qingmian's eyes. This master who takes care of me and cares about me like my mother, I have already regarded her as my mother in private .
After she and her husband divorced, she never married again, and she had no children. I thought, no matter when, I must honor her as I honor my own mother.
That day, when we were chatting with the director of our office, we did not know how to chat. When he sent me the interview notice, the director widened his eyes, "Zixuan, you didn't have a fever today, obviously you sent your resume to We came here, we thought it was very good, so we issued an interview notice."
I opened my mouth wide and couldn't speak for a while. my resume? I originally thought that it was because Wu Jin used some kind of relationship that I was so lucky to get this opportunity, but it seems that I misunderstood.
I really want to see how the resume is written. The director finally found the resume after looking for it for a long time. It is really well done, but it is not the style of my supervisor. Who could it be? Wu Jin, Zimu?
When I got home, I mentioned it by the way, and Zimu said lightly, "It's my specialty to do good deeds without leaving a name, Zixuan, what is in your little head, you are so good, so I don¡¯t know how to fight for the opportunity, so I have to do it for me, so how about it, it¡¯s not bad.¡±
I knew that Zimu had been following me secretly, and he even helped me to contact the law firm so well. I suddenly thought of something and begged Zimu to write a few words for me. It wasn't his notes, and of course it wasn't Wu Jin's.
I remember seeing Wu Jin when he signed the bill. His handwriting is similar to Zimu¡¯s, flamboyant, but definitely not elegant. At that time, I just hesitated a little and didn¡¯t think much about it. Now that I think about it, give me aloe vera cream and small letters It's not the two of them.
I thought of another person, Yingying. Who could the girl's handwriting be if it wasn't Yingying? The mastermind behind this scene, hehe, who could it be if it wasn't Zimu? His claws can be stretched long enough and far enough.
If it weren't for Zimu's adoptive parents' prejudice against me, maybe we wouldn't have been separated for so long, and how many things Zimu did behind his back, I don't know anything about it? I've never been satisfied with such a deep love, damn it.
After confirming that Wu Jin is not the maker of those little touches, I can feel relieved a little bit. Maybe he is that kind of person, but I forcibly pressed some good things I imagined on him, which caused me to be angry with him. His expectations soared, and the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. And now, what I have to do is forget about him and start my life again. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com