??Chapter 107: Chapter 70 Shanghai’s Jiang Yingyu Loves You_2
Chapter 107: Chapter 70 Shanghai’s Jiang Yingyu Loves You_2
Wen Yangzhi sent her a ssage, consisting of just two short words: “Where?”
Yun Yuwan replied to him: “I’m out for a walk. I haven’t really been out since returning to the country. You should focus on the dinner, don’t keep Zhou Xing waiting for too long.”
Her ssage was calm, and at first glance, one might even think she was quite peaceful and happy.
“Please give my regards to Zhou Xing. I didn’t realize it was our first eting and was a bit impolite.”
Yun Yuwan turned off her phone directly, not caring if a call might co from the other side.
She turned her face to the side and noticed Jiang Yingyu was very close to her, watching her.
His facial lines were clean, the contour of his face below the cheekbones was a straight line tapering to the chin, his skin firm and fair, emanating a carefree air. He resembled those highly popular handso guys in universities, slightly distant but not too aloof to push people away.
In fact, they had originally t in the second-hand group at University of the Arts London.
When she saw his Monts, there were a few friends she knew who had liked his posts, aning he was indeed popular, and his social circle even extended to her, soone who wasn’t in the sa year as him.
She suddenly felt she was troubling him, since their relationship wasn’t that close yet: “You’ve been troubled today, even bringing
on a helicopter ride in the dead of night.”
Jiang Yingyu smiled lightly: “We’re friends, and it’s normal for us to play together. If you ever feel bored in the future, you can call
anyti.”
Yun Yuwan was pleasantly surprised: “Can I really?”
“Of course,” Jiang Yingyu nodded.
Having received affirmation, Yun Yuwan felt inexplicably happy. She turned away to look at the night view of Shanghai below the helicopter: “It kind of looks like City A from the novels.”
The brilliance was dazzling, with skyscrapers towering and the ceaseless flow of traffic converging into a river of light, twinkling like stars. Unfortunately, she knew that among these lights, there was no place called ho, nor were there any family mbers.
His gaze in the night was as gentle and ethereal as ripples on water: “City A has the domineering CEO, Shanghai only has Jiang Yingyu.”
She suddenly turned her head to look at him, unable to help but laugh out loud: “If the story of City A is about a domineering CEO falling in love with , then what’s Jiang Yingyu’s story?”
Jiang Yingyu watched her intently, his gaze profound. It seed he was about to say sothing but, as if afraid to scare her, he opted for a light smile instead:
“Jiang Yingyu will tell you in the future.”
Yun Yuwan was as joyous as a little dog who had eaten a can of dog food. She revealed a radiant smile to Jiang Yingyu, with large eyes and relatively big black pupils that, when she smiled, obscured a bit of the whites, making her really resemble a puppy.
Jiang Yingyu thought to himself that her cartoon image might resemble a line-drawn puppy.
She grinned: “I bet you were really popular in Europe.”
He gazed at her and chuckled lightly: “I’m even more popular back ho.”
Yun Yuwan was mildly surprised: “Really?”
“There’s a saying in my circles that the gifts from Master Ying are in such abundance for the daughters of Jing’an that they have a sackful each,” he said, his voice warm and gentle, with a natural tone that, despite its inherent firmness, was soft-spoken.
Yun Yuwan teased: “So you must be a heartthrob, then.”
Jiang Yingyu laughed helplessly: “But in reality, those were gifts my mother had
send out to build good relationships.”
Yun Yuwan found it sowhat comical but didn’t feel it would be right to laugh at him.
However, before she could say anything, Jiang Yingyu took a box out of the seat’s storage compartnt alongside him and gently placed it on her lap: “But this gift is sothing I made myself, it’s not a perfunctory present.”
A wooden box on her lap struck Yun Yuwan’s heart unexpectedly.
She looked at Jiang Yingyu in disbelief.
Because giving gifts to new friends was usually sothing she did. She rarely received gifts from friends she had just gotten to know.
But the things she did for others were actually the things she wanted for herself.
She hoped others would give her flowers, so she beca a florist and often gave flowers to others; she yearned for others to pause their pen for her, so she always drew portraits for her friends, whether in the form of animal caricatures or human likenesses; she wished others would ask her out, so she would plan everything herself and actively inquire if friends wanted to go out together.
When she wished her brother a happy holiday, what she really hoped for was that he would respond with a “Happy holiday” too, not just a “.” as his response.
Yet she had never received a passionate bouquet of fiery red flowers plainly stating, “I like you so much I wanted to give you flowers.”
Other people thought she was too knowledgeable in floristry and, given the abundance of flowers at her disposal, giving her more would be showing off their inferior skills, so hardly anyone ever gave her flowers.
People were afraid of being embarrassed in front of her, so they never painted her a portrait. The reality was that she would treasure even a drawing with the touch of a primary school student, because drawing required ti and effort; it left a trace that was also filled with love.
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