1. When Yu Feifei's call came in, Ling Ting was cooking in the kitchen.

Cheng Hairan peeked inside, then looked at the numbers on his phone that he recognized immediately, got up and walked into the balcony, closing the sliding door behind him.

"Hai Ran?" The woman's voice was low, with some other meaning, as if she was missing.

"Yeah." Cheng Hairan pursed his lips and responded, holding the phone a little tighter.

"I'm back," she said.

"Oh, visiting relatives?" "No, I'm planning to settle down. After all, I'm not young anymore." At this point, Yu Feifei smiled, "When I acted as friends with you, I thought I would get married early, but I didn't expect that I would still be single at 27.

Now, she is almost a leftover woman." Cheng Hairan didn't answer.

"What about you? Are you trying to be friends?" She seemed to be asking casually.

The man looked back in the direction of the kitchen, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, "Yeah." Yu Feifei seemed stunned, and then said nonchalantly, "Let's come out and get together, just a few of our old classmates." Cheng Hairan hesitated.

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"Everyone is here, but you are the only one left. Isn't it because your girlfriend is not allowed?" There was a joke there.

To be honest, Cheng Hairan still didn't feel good about meeting his ex-girlfriend after five years of separation, even if he had nothing in his heart. What's more, Ling Ting had already cooked dinner.

But if she doesn't go, she has already talked about it, and it seems that she can't afford it and can't let it go.

What's more, have you really given up completely?

Ask yourself, Cheng Hairan also wants to know.

Finally, he said, "Okay, send me the address." When he returned to the dining table, Ling Ting had already started serving food.

"Cheng Hairan, the steamed pork with rice noodles will be out soon. Come and help me pick it up." She shouted.

He took the Lianbai vermicelli from her hand, turned around and put it on the table, "Listen, I'm sorry, I have to go out, a few classmates said they are going to have a party." "Aren't you eating at home?" Ling Ting lamented, "Oops

, You tell me earlier, what should I do now that I have cooked so much?" Cheng Hairan raised his hand and rubbed her short hair, "You should eat more, and I will be responsible for cleaning up the rest tomorrow, and I will make sure not to waste it on you.

The fruits of your labor." She then smiled and waved to him, "Then go quickly, drive carefully, and come back early." 2 Ling Ting is a girl from the north. She studied in Beijing and stayed there after graduation.

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After working for two years, the company wanted to set up a subsidiary in Chengdu and selected a few people as a preparatory team, and Ling Ting was one of them.

At first she was not happy because it was so far away from home.

Later, her brother helped her analyze it and said, "This is an opportunity, sister. No matter how small the subsidiary is, you will still be a veteran in the future. There are so many capable people in the headquarters, when will it be your turn to show off?" Ling Ting thought the same thing.

reason.

In this era, as long as development is good, where can’t we settle down?

What's more, she really wanted to try Chengdu delicacies, so Le Diandian packed up and hit the road with her boss.

In the third month after arriving in Chengdu, she met Cheng Hairan.

They work in the same office building and take the same elevator up and down every day.

At first, Ling Ting only thought that Cheng Hairan was clean-looking and had naturally slightly upturned lips, always seeming to be smiling, so she had a good impression of him.

One day she was too busy to eat at noon, and when she was taking the elevator after get off work in the evening, her stomach growled.

People in the elevator looked sideways. Ling Ting lowered his head and his ears were red.

At this time, Cheng Hairan, who was standing next to her, suddenly raised his hand and touched his belly, as if saying to himself, "Oh, stop screaming, why don't we go eat right now?" Someone next to him laughed.

Ling Ting tilted her head to look at him, and met Cheng Hairan's gaze.

He blinked at her with a smile, his long and curled eyelashes opening and closing like a butterfly flapping its beautiful wings.

Ling Ting's face turned redder.

Then she felt something being pushed into her hand, and she squeezed it gently. It seemed to be a small cake.

Cheng Hairan lowered her head slightly, blowing hot air into her cochlea, "There is no supermarket nearby, please fill your stomach first." Ling Ting pursed her lips and whispered "Thank you" for a while.

That's how the two met.

Later, every weekend, as long as the sun was shining brightly, Cheng Hairan took Ling Ting out, sometimes to ride a bike on the greenway, sometimes to go to the river with friends to play Sichuan mahjong to the end.

Although no one had pierced the window paper, after being together for a long time, Ling Ting was sure that she was not wishful thinking.