Huo Mutian imdiately picked up the phone. It was a ssage from Wen Qiao.
She had sent Fang Qinghe’s WeChat ID.
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Don’t say I gave it to you. I don’t want her to have a bad impression of when we act together in the future.]
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Also, when I was helping you get the WeChat, I heard that man inviting her to watch the fireworks by the river. If I hadn’t jumped in, you would’ve been outdone. But that man was quite persistent, saying he’d ask Sister Qinghe out again when they returned to Jiang City.]
Huo Mutian let out a light sneer. Watching fireworks, and by the river, no less.
Such a cliché move, even a hundred and eighty years ago, he wouldn’t have used it to pursue a girl.
[Huo Mutian: Got it, you may leave now.]
Huo Mutian copied the WeChat ID Wen Qiao had sent and pasted it into the add friend section.
Fang Qinghe’s WeChat profile picture was a back view photo taken by the sea. The woman slightly shrugged her shoulders, her head tilted down to the lower left, with a fiery red sunset behind her, full of artistic conception.
The WeChat nickna was just a simple ’H’ and a dot.
H?
He (Qinghe)? Huo?
Huo Mutian raised an eyebrow and tapped on "Add to Contacts".
On the asphalt road, a black nanny van shuttled under the flickering streetlights.
Fang Qinghe rested with her eyes closed, leaning on the seat in the car.
The phone on her lap vibrated. She slowly opened her eyes and picked up the phone to take a look.
It was her sister Fang Qingyu asking if she had finished the ceremony.
[H.: Just ended, flight back to Jiang City early tomorrow morning.]
[Fang Qingyu: Okay, stay safe.]
After replying to Fang Qingyu’s ssage, Fang Qinghe returned to the ssage list and saw a red dot at the contacts.
Clicking in, she saw a friend request.
The other party seed afraid that she wouldn’t know who he was, with "Huo Mutian" boldly displayed in the remarks ssage.
Fang Qinghe stared at this friend request for a while, then gave a faint smile.
The fish is hooked.
Just as the car drove past the riverside, there was a muffled "boom" sound. Fang Qinghe hadn’t even had ti to see what happened when her little assistant’s excited voice reached her ears first: "Sister Qinghe, look, there are fireworks by the river."
Fang Qinghe looked out the window. Colorful fireworks exploded in the sky, lighting up her eyes.
She thought of sothing, lowered her eyelids, rolled down the window, and took a picture of the fireworks by the river with her phone.
Fang Qinghe didn’t rush to accept Huo Mutian’s friend request. Instead, she first posted a mont with the photo of the fireworks she had just taken without any accompanying text.
After posting the mont, she waited for a while, refreshed it, and saw that Wen Qiao had liked her newly posted mont.
Only then did Fang Qinghe accept Huo Mutian’s friend request.
The other party left a remark, and she didn’t bother asking who he was, nor did she rush to ssage him. Instead, she handed the phone back to the assistant beside her to put it in the bag and closed her eyes to rest again.
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After a ceremony, so are happy while others are worried.
Wen Shu and Qi Ming traveled to the international exhibition center separately, and naturally returned to the hotel separately.
When Wen Shu returned to the hotel room, Qi Ming was already waiting there.
"Ah Ming?" Wen Shu was sowhat surprised, "How did you get back so quickly?"
Qi Ming just responded with an "Mm" and didn’t say anything else.
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