we are not lovers GL

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As soon as the guests left, Mengya sat down immediately. The temperature of the human body was still on the stool. Before the menu was delivered, she suddenly found a pink and blue object on the table. When she picked it up, it turned out to be left by the guest. mobile phone.

She had a slight impression of the guest who left just now, so she raised her head and scanned the surroundings, and her eyes quickly swept over every figure present, but she didn't see the person she was looking for. It is estimated that this person has already left the noodle shop. Did not go far.

There was a battle between two ends in my heart again. The righteous side suggested to get up and chase after it, while the indifferent side insisted on waiting for the owner to come back to find the lost property.

After a fierce battle between the extreme moods on both sides, justice finally won. Even though many people around were staring at her seat, since her consciousness had obeyed justice, she had no choice but to give up her appetite.

Standing up and walking out of the noodle shop, trying to find a woman wearing a purple hooded coat in the crowd is like trying to pick out the only red bean in a big bucket of mung beans.

There are as many people on the street as there are ants hunting for food, and it is tragic to find that there are quite a few people wearing hooded coats on the road.

Fortunately, due to her professional instinct, she is particularly sensitive to the fabrics that everyone puts on her body. Even if it is only a few seconds of contact, her eyes seem to miraculously take a clear picture, allowing her to clearly understand Write down the characteristics of the other person's clothing.

Walking around the street like a headless fly for a long time, the more she walked, the more confused she felt. It seemed that looking for red beans in the mung bean bucket was not as easy as imagined. At this time, the fatigue of the body also resisted the idea of ​​justice, and she decided to go back. Noodle House.

I don't know who was lucky, but when I walked into the noodle shop, I saw "red beans" in front of me.

The owner of the mobile phone kept his back to her, like a child who had lost a toy, walking past each table step by step, feeling afraid of the strange eyes thrown by others.

The petite figure was walking in the noodle shop where the shoulders were rubbing against each other, looking a little helpless, when the other party walked from the noodle shop to the street, Meng Ya followed behind the other party as if hypnotized, just when Meng Ya suddenly stopped. When she stepped down, the woman also seemed to turn her head in response.

The moment she touched the other person's face, Meng Ya seemed to see a bright light shining in front of her eyes, and the voices of people around her suddenly quieted down, and even the flowing air was still like a pause in time.

At this moment, she only heard the beating of her own heartbeat, and every beat seemed to have traveled through an era. When she came back to look at the woman in front of her, she felt as if she had passed through a lifetime.

This feeling of déjà vu is very strange, where have you seen this woman?

Like an orchid in an empty valley, the whole body exudes an elegant and elegant temperament. The white skin wrapped under the dark coat looks almost bloodless, and the appearance is as elegant and refined as a lotus flower. Could it be that this woman is a goddess descended to earth?

"Excuse me, do we know each other?"

Probably because of the shyness of being stared at by Meng Ya, this woman didn't dare to look her directly in the eyes when she spoke.

An "excuse me" made Mengya wake up like a dream, she embarrassedly withdrew her overly scrutinized eyes, and remembered the purpose of following up.

She touched her pocket subconsciously, but luckily it was still there.

"Are you looking for this?"

Meng Ya took out the things in her pocket and brought them in front of the other party, like an honest child, remembering what the teacher said not to pick up lost things on the road.

The woman's expression turned from cloudy to sunny, like a rainbow after rain, and a bit of warmth was added to her cold face. This feeling is more approachable than the first impression.

The woman stretched out her trembling hands, and carefully took the things from Meng Ya. It seemed that the mobile phone was very important to her, and she could feel the peace in her heart when she handed it to the other party.

After the task was completed, Mengya was rewarded with conscience, she turned around and left satisfied.

"Wait a minute."

The woman chased after her like a car, blocking Meng Ya's way.

Mengya stopped in her tracks and looked at the fair-skinned girl made of snowflakes in front of her. She didn't seem too surprised to be blocked.

With a kind of shyness that is not good at expressing, the woman mustered up the courage as if she stepped onto the podium, introduced herself and handed Mengya a business card at the same time.

"This is the address of my gallery, whether you want to visit the gallery or learn to paint, you can come to me anytime."

The act of sending out a business card made Mengya even more surprised. She politely took the other party's business card, and silently recited the name on the small card in her heart.

"Kim Eun-yeon..."

As expected of a painter, the abstract painting on the background of the business card can be seen to be from the hands of a famous teacher. It feels very valuable and has great collection value.

Mengya is also an artist, Enyan didn't know that she had met a bosom friend, seeing that Mengya didn't make any response but just stared at the business card, she thought that she had said something wrong because she was not good at words.

"I don't charge you to visit the gallery or learn to paint, in return..."

Meng Ya raised her head when she heard the words, and her clear eyes spoke for the doubts in her heart. The woman in front of her shyly avoided her straight eyes, her lips were tightly pursed without any upward curve, and her serious expression showed that these words were not joking. from.

Do I look like the kind of person who loves to take advantage? Meng Ya couldn't help asking herself in her heart.

"Even if you charged me a fee, I'd still be there. I've lived here for a few years and I didn't know there was a gallery near here."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to advertise."

Eun-yeon felt like a water-stained eraser, the more she tried to correct it, the darker it became.

"I didn't mean that either."

It's like talking with a fragile object, and the two cautious women are afraid that they will say the wrong thing.

"Thank you for helping me find my phone, I'm leaving first."

Cutting off the deeper conversation, Enyan bowed slightly, turned around and left.

The time during the day is already rushed enough, and at night it is time to take a walk with the time, slow down and enjoy the company of time, but Eun-yeon rushes to the next destination like a marathon, watching Eun-yeon leave in a hurry Looking back, Mengya actually felt a cool and empty feeling in her heart.

When Mengya opened the door and walked into the company, it was the same scene that hadn't changed for a hundred years. The men and women in the office in front of them were just like the TV dramas they usually see. They kept a distance of a chair between them, chatting side by side. God, it seems that you will call when you are chatting.

Today's plot seemed much more relaxed than yesterday, the men were chatting and laughing, the women were in high spirits, Meng Ya passed them by like a passerby, and said hello casually.

As soon as the man with a loud laugh saw Mengya, he ran up to her in twos and threes, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, showing a silly smile, like a sunny boy.

"Thank you very much for what happened yesterday, it was actually you..."

Mengya turned her head slightly, looked past Ren Jianming and looked at Yuan Yifan behind him, and this woman was staring at them with cat-like curiosity, her wide-open eyes were full of question marks.

"You don't have to thank me, you are responsible and you solved this problem, I just did a small favor inadvertently."

Gently drawing a circle like Taijiquan, and giving all the credit to Ren Jianming, Mengya's intention is obvious, to make Yuan Yifan look at Ren Jianming differently.

At this moment, Yuan Yifan wished that he could have smooth ears. Seeing that the two of them did not chat in the usual easy-going way, and the volume of the conversation was as soft as ants. Ren Jianming's tall back completely blocked the dream. Ya, from this angle, I can't see the expressions of these two people at all.

The feeling of curiosity rushed to the sky like an erupting volcano, and Yuan Yifan finally couldn't hold back and walked over.

"What are you two talking about? It's a mysterious feeling."

As soon as Yuan Yifan walked over, he clung directly to Mengya's body like a magnet. The intimacy between women is a sign of friendship, but Ren Jianming noticed that Yuan Yifan's eyes looking at Mengya were so gentle that water could flow out. Unbelievable weird feeling.