When Qiao Jiang walked in with her bag, she heard suppressed crying coming from the direction of the kitchen.
She did not go in again, but retreated to the door, took out a cigarette from her bag and lit it for herself.
Her mother, Gao Jinlan, was diagnosed with cancer last month. Qiao Jiang signed her up for a tour group and asked her to go to Thailand with her sisters to have fun. Qiao Jiang happened to be fine during the physical examination before departure and drove Gao Jinlan to her. When I went to get the physical examination report, I heard the doctor announce: “Your mother has terminal lung cancer.”
Gao Jinlan often coughed. Qiao Jiang had asked her to see a doctor before. She said it was an old problem and she would cough whenever the wind blew, but no one took it seriously. , who would know if it was cancer or if it was terminal.
Qiao Jiang put out her cigarette and felt depressed. She got in the car and drove to a fruit shop a thousand meters away. She stopped and picked two kilograms of oranges and carried them in the car to tear off the white strands from the orange peels.
Li Xiaolan called her to persuade her: “Jiang Jiang, it’s not that I don’t want to spend money on your mother’s medical treatment. It’s because I feel that this disease can’t be cured even if it is cured. To put it bluntly, if the money is spent, the life will be lost.” It’s gone. Why don’t you use this money to buy clothes and some food for your mother…” “
Li Xiaolan.” Qiao Jiang crushed the orange in her hand. She wiped her hands with a tissue and said in a low voice, “If Your mother has terminal lung cancer, would you still say this?”
“Jiang Jiang, you know I don’t mean that, I don’t care about money…” “
Then what do you mean?” Qiao Jiang’s heart exploded. “If your mother has terminal lung cancer, tell me, will you just watch her die!”
“Calm down, I don’t want to quarrel with you, aren’t we discussing it? I also asked my friend who is studying medicine… …”
“I have nothing to say to you, let’s break up.” Qiao Jiang hung up the phone before he could finish what he said, and then blocked and deleted her. After doing this, she lay down on the driver’s seat. , watching the people coming and going outside the window, calming down his manic mood bit by bit.
A white truck stopped in front of Qiao Jiang’s car. The driver of the truck came over and waved for her to back up the truck. The truck was blocking the entrance of the fruit shop, making it difficult for him to unload.
Qiao Jiang remained motionless.
The man frowned and looked at her for a while, then walked over and knocked on the car window: “Hello, please move the car.”
Qiao Jiang glanced at him through the car window. The man was very tall and wearing a black vest. The large muscles undulated and formed with his movements. The weather was very hot. He had been working hard for so long, and the sweat on his neck seeped into the vest, making a small patch of moisture on the collar.
She didn’t speak or reverse the car. The man waited for a few seconds, but when she saw no response, he opened the car door, put his long arm on the door, pressed his back slightly and said to her: “Please move the car.”
The hot air outside the window His voice rushed in, raising Qiao Jiang’s annoyance by two degrees. She turned her neck, with a cold expression showing some impatience: “I don’t want to move, you can figure it out yourself.”
The man looked at her for a while, then suddenly leaned over to pick her up, put his knees on the driver’s seat, and threw her over the center console into the passenger seat. His movements were far from gentle. Qiao Jiang was thrown into a daze. When she came to her senses, the man had already started her car and moved the car five meters back to free up the space in front of the fruit shop. Then, he parked the car.
Before the man opened the car door and prepared to get out of the car, Qiao Jiang came over and stepped on his thigh with one foot.
She was wearing a hip-hugging skirt, revealing two long, slender, white legs. On her feet were a pair of thin diamond sandals, and her exposed toes were painted with sky blue nail polish, which made the insteps very white.
The man stopped and turned to look at her.
Qiao Jiang is beautiful. She has good skin and wears makeup. At first glance, she has a stunning face. Her peach blossom eyes are as bright as cold arrows. The emotion in her eyes is direct and magnanimous: disgust. , disgust, dryness and depression.
The lipsticked lips were pursed into a straight line, and the voice coming out was filled with anger.
“Did I let you hug me?”
She put one hand on the back of the driver’s seat, leaning most of her body above the center console, kneeling with her left leg on the passenger side, and stepping on the man’s right leg with her right foot. Although the sole of her shoe was not Dirty, but this action is full of provocation, and no one with a temper can tolerate it.
The man looked at her for a few seconds, picked up her waist with his right hand, lifted her over, and threw her directly into the driver’s seat.
After Qiao Jiang noticed his intention, she slapped him immediately and slapped him on the back of his neck.
The man paused slightly, his two thick black eyebrows were knitted together, his brow bones were narrowed, and underneath were a pair of dark eyes.
“What are you looking at?” Qiao Jiang glared at him, “Who asked you to fucking hug me!”
The man said nothing, looked at her solemnly, slammed the car door, turned and walked forward.
Qiao Jiang became angry and picked up the oranges in the bag, opened the car window and threw them at him.
The orange hit the man in the back. The man stopped, turned his head, glanced, bent down, and picked up the orange on the ground.
He wiped the orange on his clothes and then got into the truck without looking back.
Qiao Jiang didn’t expect that he would pick up oranges on the ground. When the man backed the truck in front of her, she saw four words written on the back of the truck: [Yan Family Fruit]
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