I Love You Every Time You Play

Ning Hao followed Jiang Youyu to a high-end restaurant, which she often visited. The waiter knew her very well. When she saw her, she leaned over and asked with a smile, "Is it still the same place?"

Ning Hao Yuguang caught Jiang Youyu's figure, painted rosy nails and clicked in that direction. With an uncontrollable aura, he said: "The person who just came in, arrange a place for me, I can see her , She can't see the kind of mine."

The waiter understood, bowed slightly, and made a gesture of invitation: "Please follow me."

Ninghao was taken to a place near the wall, and Jiang Youyu's back could be seen through a rockery. After she sat down, she ordered some food and began to observe the movement there.

Jiang Youyu seems to be waiting for someone.

At first she would rather wonder if she was waiting for a more important partner to talk about the acquisition, but she quickly overturned this idea. Most of the people who came to this restaurant were couples or were in an ambiguous period. Men and women, the restaurant owner named this name, and even the lights were dimmed. Only the warm yellow chandelier was used on the dining table.

Ning Hao's face was hidden behind the warm light, and he couldn't really see it, only the eyes that were as bright as stars were staring at Jiang Youyu's back.

Finally, five minutes later, she knew who Jiang Youyu was waiting for.

—How to say it, very dazzling, very strong, sharp and lazy on the surface, but in fact it is enthusiastic.

She was still complaining about this harsh description before, but now she saw the person sitting opposite Jiang Youyu and instantly understood that this description was very accurate and appropriate.

The man sat casually, with an inquiring look on her face, occasionally raising one eyebrow, loose and inattentively sharp, she seemed to care nothing, but she seemed to tremble immediately when she was hurt. The sharp thorns falling out of the whole body, the black cross near the ear adds a touch of beauty to this contradiction.

Ning Hao's heart was pounding, not because he was shocked by the person's beauty and aura, but because he was unbelievable and quickened his heartbeat.

Sister Yu and others are just such a person.

Such a... dazzling and lazy person.

Ninghao clenched her fists, and the pain in her palm was ignored by her. She stared at the opposite side closely, trying to guess Jiang Youyu's attitude from Yang Jie's reaction.

What kind of expression does Sister Youyu look like now, should she still be cold and indifferent? What will she say, other than work, what topics will she be interested in? Why did she make an appointment with this person, or did this person make an appointment with her, and why did she go to the appointment?

One by one, the doubts turned into silver needles, which were pierced through her temples. She lowered her head slightly, pressing her fingers on the throbbing temples, and her eyes slowly became bloodshot.

—

"It's you."

This was the first sentence Jiang Youyu said when he saw Yang Jie, and the thought that followed was not that he was surprised by this wonderful fate, but that he was thinking secretly that it was this person. The "commandment to mankind" that she has been looking forward to for so long should be like this.

Such apostasy, such eclectic, such free and undisciplined.

She once looked at the paintings sent by the "Command to Mankind", thinking about the person who painted, and what kind of person is behind the gorgeous and insolent colors. Now that this person is sitting opposite her, she found that she was not disappointed.

It's really rare.

Yang Jie also recognized her, raised his eyebrows, and lazily said, "Are you Yuyu?"

"Yes." Jiang Youyu was as concise and clear as usual.

Yang Jie looked at her for a moment, and then smiled unclearly: "I didn't expect that it was the same woman who chatted with me and gave me the last inspiration."

Jiang Youyu naturally knew what she was referring to, took a sip from the teacup, and did not answer.

Yang Jie looked very interested. He looked at her scorchingly, and said, "After seeing me, did you think that I had already known that I hadn't made an appointment?"

Jiang Youyu still had no expression, but tapped the tea cup with her finger unconsciously, and then said, "No, I want to see you."

Yang Jie nodded, called the waiter, and started ordering.

Jiang Youyu didn’t say a lot in the whole process, but basically he always asked and answered. He seldom looked away from Yang Jie. As the two of them went from being unfamiliar at the beginning to contacting each other, each slowly found each other’s body. That familiar shadow, "Commanding Man" is still arrogant and disdainful, and "Yuyu" is still reticent but sharp. After touching the part that interests me, the gap between the two slowly fades. Going down, so that in the second half of the conversation, the two people's voice is almost the same as the one on WeChat.

"Next Wednesday at eight o'clock in the evening, I have a painting exhibition, are you coming?" Yang Jie said casually.

Wednesday’s itinerary instantly appeared in Jiang Youyu’s mind. She wanted to say that there was no time, but somehow, when she spoke, she changed to: "Okay."

Perhaps, subconsciously, she wanted to meet for the second time, no, for the third time.

She seldom has such thoughts, wanting to see someone again, just for the seemingly inattentive but unruly eyes.

Those eyes that she has been craved.

In her memory, there was a scene that she deliberately ignored. She was lying quietly in a dark corner, covered with the dust of time. She couldn't remember it anymore. Only the eyes of the person in front of him were glowing, like a brand, falling on Her heart is like an ice field.

The two chatted for a while, Yang Jie held up half of his face, tilted his head to look at her, and suddenly said, "I haven't asked, what happened to the last blind date?" After familiarity, some questions were easy to say. Too much, it's just a natural thing.

Jiang Youyu did not answer the question: "Do you know Jiang Jiang?"

It's not so much a rhetorical question, but rather a statement.

Yang Jie didn't hide it, saying: "I have had a few fate, and it's not considered to be acquainted, but your sister is quite famous in the circle, but the real person is different from what I imagined."

"Really?" Jiang Youyu thought of Jiang Jiang, who was forced to go on a blind date, looking quiet in the car.

During this time, Jiang Jiang seemed to be a different person, and he became more focused, both in career and emotionally, and more...brave.

Jiang Youyu's temperatureless eyes seemed to make waves, but he soon calmed down.

Yang Jie said: "I didn't expect her to have a blind date. After all, she is a homosexual, but if you were forced by you, it would make sense."

Jiang Youyu thought, perhaps at this time she should ask why Yang Jie knew Jiang Jiang was gay, but compared to this, the first thing she thought of was to explain that she didn’t force Jiang Jiang to go on a blind date, as if she didn’t want to give Yang Jie subconsciously. Leave an unfavorable impression.

Realizing this, Jiang Youyu was silent for a moment.

Finally, she said: "You think I did something wrong, don't you?"