Chapter 1310
Hu Fangfang harbored malice towards Zhuang Jia. Although Zhuang Jia was really worried for a while, she did not cause any substantial harm in the end.
Yu Yang's solution was to ask Hu Fangfang to apologize to Zhuang Jia.
What else?
Beat her up to vent your anger? Or take advantage of his power to make Hu Fangfang lose his job?
No, Yu Yang won't do that.
He respected the career of a prosecutor and valued the future of his subordinates. He would not ruin Hu Fangfang's life just because of her confusion.
...isn't fun enough.
For some reason, Zhuang Jia remembered a past event.
At that time, she was still studying in Grey, and a girl named Lan Kexin bullied Mu Zi, everyone was filled with righteous indignation, Wang Zilong dragged Lan Kexin to the playground in a fit of anger, stripped Lan Kexin of her clothes and forced her to parade in the playground .
It felt so good at the time.
Looking back now, I realized that Wang Zilong's actions were so inappropriate. Stupid, thoughtless, reckless, unthinking hothead.
Before we knew it, we had all grown up...
The love of adults is a trade-off and management.
Hu Fangfang stood up and said, "I should go, I probably won't see you again in the future."
Zhuang Jia sat in her seat without moving a muscle, and gave a faint "hmm", "Then there is no need to say goodbye."
"By the way, this is for you." Hu Fangfang took out a photo from her bag and placed it lightly in front of Zhuang Jia, "This is a photo that Tang Linhao kept privately. It has been kept in my wallet and I quietly printed it out. It might be of some use to you."
"Let's go." Hu Fangfang waved at her casually, turned and left the coffee shop.
Zhuang Jia watched Hu Fangfang disappear at the door, her eyes slowly retracted, and fell on the photo.
It's a photo of a racer.
There were five people in total, four men and one woman, all with young faces, full of vigor and youthfulness.
Zhuang Jia recognized the boy on the far right as Yu Yang.
It looks like it was taken when he was seventeen or eighteen years old. His facial features have not changed much, and his temperament is also cold and cheerless. But after all, he is young, the edges and corners are not as sharp as they are now, and the brows are also showing the arrogance of a teenager, and there is still a little impatience in his expression .
He's like the cool boy that the girls love to chase after in every school.
Next to Yu Yang, there is a girl with a bright smile, also wearing a race car driver's clothes, who seems to be Yu Yang's teammate.
This girl looks very similar to Tang Linhao, like a sibling...
Zhuang Jia stared at the photo silently for a while, then suddenly reached out, turned the photo over, and covered it on the table.
My heart throbbed in pain.
What is this?
Is it the love of the house and the black, or has there been any regrets left, so that now I pay more attention to the younger brother of my first love?
Hitting someone with his hands is probably an expression of intimacy. Perhaps it was because he treated Tang Linhao as his younger brother that he would teach him a lesson.
Sour and bitter, rushing up like a wave of water, it is difficult to calm down.
She bit her lower lip, clutching her heart tightly, desperately suppressing the inexplicable sadness and sourness.
Don't be hypocritical.
Zhuang Jia told herself.
In today's world, even elementary school students have been in love, let alone an old man of his age?
Just say she herself, hasn't she also been in love three times?
...But, it's different.
The love she talked about is over and let go. And Yu Yang's, still in his heart, forever and ever, in his heart.
The phone rang, it was Jiang Zhinuan's call.
Zhuang Jia answered the phone.
"Well... I see, how do you ask me? You know me. At this time, of course, you have to put on airs of a real girlfriend, show that a famous lady is unattainable, always keep calm and elegant, and have a proper smile on the corner of your mouth. Smiling contemptuously, instantly killing the other party from the momentum, making Xiao San feel ashamed and shameless to get out!...Huh? You ask me what should I do next?..."