In the western restaurant, nice piano music is playing.

The man sitting opposite was cutting the steak on the plate. His movements looked very elegant. Ji Ruoyu thought, maybe it could be said... very professional.

Every piece of steak he cuts feels the same as the one he cut just now, no matter the size or shape.

The atmosphere was so awkward that it almost solidified. He didn't speak, and Ji Ruoyu didn't know how to start.

"This...this is my resume."

A piece of paper was pushed in front of Lu Qingfan, and he stopped cutting the steak.

The man raised his head to look at her, then wiped his mouth with a napkin, and finally there was some interest in his eyes.

"Miss Ji, if I remember correctly, we should be on a blind date." Lu Qingfan looked at Ji Ruoyu and said this.

It was indeed a blind date, but Ji Ruoyu was still a little shy. She nodded, "Yes..."

Then, Lu Qingfan glanced at the resume on the table. The meaning couldn't be clearer. This was a blind date, not an interview. What was the situation with the resume?

"Because I have never..." After going on a blind date, these three words were not uttered. Ji Ruoyu saw that the look in the man's eyes seemed to become interesting, and he felt even more embarrassed, "I'm sorry..."

Never what? Have you never been on a blind date? This woman... is a bit interesting. Lu Qingfan raised his eyebrows quietly and glanced at the resume on the table. It was really a picture.

Formal resume.

In the ID photo on the resume, the woman has a gentle smile on her face.

Ji Ruoyu, twenty-five years old, currently works for a magazine...

"I don't know if Miss Ji has any requirements." Lu Qingfan asked. After all, today's blind date girls have some requirements, such as a car, a house, the death of both parents, and so on.

He looked at the woman in front of him. She had a decent career, and the magazine she worked for was somewhat famous in the city. Although her appearance was not stunning, she was still gentle and pleasant. In terms of her age... although she was indeed married late.

, but it will not be as serious as for older unmarried women.

So, naturally, Lu Qingfan's idea was very simple. Women whose conditions in all aspects are not the best, but are still pretty good, should usually have higher requirements.

But the woman in front of him just glanced at him, then bit her lip gently, as if she had made a lot of determination, and finally said, "For the purpose of getting married."

When Ji Ruoyu said this, he glanced at Lu Qingfan, but no emotion could be seen in his eyes.

He just nodded slightly, "Okay."

"Okay?" What kind of answer is this? Ji Ruoyu couldn't help but asked in confusion.

Lu Qingfan pushed the steak plate aside and leaned back in the chair, "As you can see, I am very busy at work and don't have much time for love, and I am not young. So I accept your request."

It seemed to be smoother than expected. When he walked out of the western restaurant, Ji Ruoyu was still a little confused, but he still couldn't figure out what Lu Qingfan's "good" meant. Was he agreeing to marry for the purpose, or agreeing to get married? What if it happened later?

Or...then didn’t he propose to the other party the first time they met?

She was still standing in front of the western restaurant in a daze thinking about what had just happened. Lu Qingfan had already driven over.

He drove her back, and neither of them said anything along the way. But when Ji Ruoyu was about to get out of the car, Lu Qingfan asked her for her mobile phone, entered his own phone number, and after dialing, returned the phone to her.

.

For two days in a row, there was no contact between the two of them. The matter seemed to have disappeared. Ji Ruoyu was arranged by his employer to go on a business trip, which lasted for three days.

In a nearby city, I finished my work on the third day and took the shuttle bus home. It was already getting late.

Back home, her father was drunk as usual, and his loud snoring could be heard in the room, while Qi Meiyun was sitting in the living room watching TV.

Her parents divorced when she was young. Qi Meiyun is the woman his father remarried. There is no harmony or discord between Ji Ruoyu and her. Under the same roof, they never look up or down. Their daily conversations average out.

, less than five sentences a day.

It's like living a peaceful life.

"Aunt Qi." She called out, but her eyes had already caught the suitcase placed against the wall in the living room. It was her suitcase. Ji Ruoyu recognized it, but a desk that should have been in the living room had disappeared.

.

Qi Meiyun's eyes glanced at Ji Ruoyu lukewarmly, "Your father and your mother talked on the phone today. She said that they are already preparing for you and will come to pick you up in a while. Xiaoyu is about to take the college entrance examination.

I'm busy reviewing, so I freed up your room for him, so you can go to your friend's house to stay for a few days, waiting for your mother to pick you up, and you can live a good life."

Ji Ruoyu's eyes were very calm, as if she had expected this day long ago. She had been sentenced to her mother since she was a child.

Listening to Qi Meiyun's lukewarm but sarcastic words, Ji Ruoyu just glanced at the door of his father's bedroom, then walked up and picked up his suitcase, "Thank you for taking care of me."

When Ji Ruoyu said this, his voice was a little hoarse.

Qi Meiyun's expression remained unchanged. He watched her take the luggage, a smile appeared on her lips, and she suddenly realized something as if she had thought of something, "Oh, by the way, you should also keep the keys to your home. You are going abroad soon anyway."

, no need for it.”

Ji Ruoyu felt a little depressed, but he still took out the key from his bag, and finally glanced at his father's bedroom door. This matter... he probably acquiesced to it.

When I walked out of the community with my suitcase, it was almost ten o'clock. After much deliberation, I had no choice but to call Wenjun, but Wenjun couldn't be connected. As soon as I hung up, a call came in. Look.

Looking at the long list of phone numbers with the New York area code on the screen, I suddenly felt a little irritated and directly pressed reject.

When Lu Qingfan arrived, she was sitting on the steps. In addition to her suitcase, there were already several empty beer cans beside her.

Originally, he had already planned to go to sleep, but then he received a call from her. There was a cry in his tone and a hint of drunkenness. He stammered and stuck out his tongue, gibbering bitterly, saying that his stepmother was driving him away.

Came out and so on.

Lu Qingfan was not impatient and listened carefully to her complaints. He was a little anxious when he heard that she was out alone at such a late hour, but he still heard it. She said she was in her community.

door.

I've sent her back once, so I'm pretty familiar with it.

Lu Qingfan, still wearing pajamas, walked out of the car. When he came to her, he looked down at Ji Ruoyu who was sitting on the steps.

She was a little drunk, her face was red, her eyes were red, she was swaying a little when she stood up, and she was so close that Lu Qingfan could smell the smell of beer on her body.

When Ji Ruoyu raised her face, Lu Qingfan saw tears in her eyes. She had a heavy nasal voice when she spoke and was a little choked. He reached out and pulled the sleeve of Lu Qingfan's cotton pajamas, as if grabbing the last thread.

A life-saving straw.
Chapter completed!