Divorced only to find true love?

On a sunny morning, Cheng Chonghe drove Mark Twain to vaccinate.Once a year, rabies vaccine plus quadruple.After parking the car, Mark Twain clung to the back seat and refused to get out of the car. Whether he pulled it or said good things, Mark Twain remained motionless.Mark Twain, who was not afraid of anything, was most afraid of injections.Since yesterday, it has been full of worries, eating poorly, being lazy when going out, even coaxing and cheating when getting in the car, but it is better when getting out of the car, it blinks its eyes pitifully, and just does not look at you.

Cheng Chonghe was amused and helpless, the place where the vaccination was given strictly followed the designated time, and if it continued, today would be in vain.

"Mark Twain, get down." She was already stomping outside the car, still reluctant to pull the leash to drag the dog. "If you don't come down, I will beat you."

Mark Twain whimpered, making a final struggle.

"Puchi." Ninja couldn't help the familiar laughter.

Cheng Chong and Xun Sheng looked around, and it turned out to be Gu Zhiqiao, who was supposed to work in the company, dressed for commuting: a small black suit, a pinstriped shirt, jeans, sneakers, a large black shoulder bag, and his hair tied behind his head. And refreshing.The funniest thing is to wear a disposable glove on your hand and hold a greasy chicken leg, which exudes a fragrance. It should be produced by a nearby Family Mart.

After two days of not eating well, Mark Twain showed longing eyes.

Gu Zhiqiao knelt down and met the dog in the back seat, "I want to eat, come down, I'll give you the injection after the injection, okay?"

"Wooooooh." Mark Twain was still fighting.

Gu Zhiqiao blinked at Cheng Chonghe, as if he had conveyed thousands of words.

Cheng Chonghe joined the coaxing army, "Mark Twain, be good, come down quickly, I will give you... chicken legs, and I will give you steak when I get home."

Tengu fight.

"If you don't come out, I won't give it." Gu Zhiqiao approached the car, shook the chicken leg and stepped back three steps away, watching Mark Twain's mouth drooling, laughing so hard that he couldn't help but sternly with.

Don't think that this is all Gu Zhiqiao's means. She took out a grocery bag from her bag and put the chicken legs in it.

Mark Twain whimpered again.

"Come out, I'll give you a strip of beef first." Gu Zhiqiao took out another packet of Laiyifen's air-dried beef strips from his bag, opened it, showed it as usual, and put it in his mouth. "If you don't come, you'll be gone."

Mark Twain swallowed.

Gu Zhiqiao put the beef strips in front of it, Mark Twain didn't want to be reserved anymore, he opened his mouth to bite, Cheng Chonghe took the opportunity to drag it down.

"Eat and eat, you know how to eat." After Cheng Chonghe scolded it, he turned to Gu Zhiqiao who was carrying the chicken leg. "How did you come?"

Between fate let us meet and wanting to see you, Gu Zhiqiao chose the third statement. "Yesterday Mark Twain looked listless like he was entering an examination room, wondering what he would look like today. Besides, I have never seen a dog vaccinated, so I want to come and see if it can cry."

"Tell me earlier, you can come with me."

"Huh?" The reaction was different than expected.

"Huh what?"

"Shouldn't you scold me for not working hard?"

"How old are you, 32 years old, not 12 years old, and I am not your leader, why should I scold you?"

"Ms. Cheng, I just like that you are so sensible."

When we arrived at the vaccine station, after paying the money and putting on the collar, the little veterinarian girl tied it in twos and threes, and the vaccination was over.

Waiting on the sidelines to see if there would be any adverse reactions, Mark Twain kept asking Gu Zhiqiao for chicken legs, and Cheng Chonghe asked her: "Does the vaccine look good, can you see anything?"

"It's very beautiful, mysterious and mysterious, and the experience value has increased greatly." Gu Zhiqiao pretended not to understand the teasing in her words, took out mineral water and poured it into the food bag, "Mark Twain, chicken legs are very salty, wait I'll eat it for you, don't make noise."

After washing it twice, she handed over the chicken legs. Noticing that Cheng Chonghe had been looking at her, Gu Zhiqiao explained: "I bought them all in the supermarket. I don't think it can eat too much salt, so I rinse them with water. , is self-consolation."

Cheng Chonghe smiled and shook his head. "Go back to the company later?"

"Correct."

"Let's go together then."

"Can I hide in your office and eat a takeaway before going back? So as not to be seen by my colleagues or Mr. Wang."

Cheng Chonghe has no objection to asking her to help catch fish. "good."

"Do you want to eat together?"

"it is good."

Gu Zhiqiao cheered, "Then I'll look for it now, and I'll eat it when I get it. Yay, what's for lunch?"

When we arrived at the Museum of Broken Relationships, the takeaway hadn't arrived, but the legendary Narcissus boy Wang Fu had already arrived, sitting on the sofa in the office area, and Qian Jin talked with him.Seeing two people and one dog, they greeted them with smiles. Ms. Cheng was long and Ms. Cheng was short, and she even praised Mark Twain. Mark Twain was about to be praised as a combination of Marco Polo and Martin Luther King.

Gu Zhiqiao thought to himself: Flattery.

Without waiting for Cheng Chonghe to ask about the purpose of his visit, Wang Fu himself said that there was a social investigation report this semester, and he planned to use broken relationships as the research topic, and the Museum of Broken Relationships was naturally a part of the research.Before Cheng Chonghe came, he had obtained Qian Jin's permission to come to collect materials 2-3 times a week, which would definitely not affect their daily operations.

Since Qian Jin agrees, Cheng Chonghe has no objection. "As long as the necessary procedures are done."

When Cheng Chonghe and Gu Zhiqiao entered the office, Wang Fu asked Qian Jin: "Ms. Cheng seems to be very concerned about formalities?"

Qian Jin replied: "Sister Cheng has always attached importance to rules."

Wang Fu asked again: "Miss Gu next to her is your supplier?"

"Yes, recently the museum has several activities that their company should organize."

"No wonder Ms. Gu always follows Ms. Cheng, and Ms. Cheng's dog is also familiar with her."

Qian Jin said disapprovingly: "Mark Twain liked her, maybe he thought she was like a meat bun."

Wang Fu laughed: "Sister Qian, you really know how to joke."

The door of the office is closed, separating a private world.

Gu Zhiqiao talked to Cheng Chonghe about the nagging fortune teller after eating a bowl of seafood pasta.The fortune teller is called Xuanming, his real surname is Liu, and he follows his mother's surname. Her mother is a well-known Liu Banxian among the older generation. She runs a small shop in the city called Mingmingtang.

"Ms. Cheng, do you think there really is destiny in this world?"

Have it?Cheng Chonghe didn't know.She has read a saying that fate is a possible trajectory of a person. There are many explanations. In metaphysics it is called fortune, and in psychology it may be a comprehensive reflection of personality, native family, external environment, genetics and other factors. "You should ask the master about this."

"I asked, and the master said: If you believe it, you will have it, if you don't believe it, you won't have it."

"The master is also frank."

Gu Zhiqiao smiled, "Master has a gossip habit, so he insisted that I open up the authority of Moments."

"Oh?" Cheng Chonghe raised his eyebrows, it seemed that he had a good chat with the master. "Then what?"

"Then I found out that the master had a girlfriend."

Girlfriends, girlfriends again, everyone has a girlfriend.If one day Qian Jin finds a girlfriend, Cheng Chonghe won't be too surprised.

Gu Zhiqiao mysteriously showed her the phone: "Look, Master and her girlfriend. I never expected that there are beauties in the city, and her girlfriend is a policeman."

One has delicate eyebrows and the other is heroic. You can know that you are in love just by looking at the photos. You don't need to be intimate. The corners of the eyes and brows are full of emotion.

Gu Zhiqiao was envious.

She wants someone who can hug so tightly that they can't breathe, so tight that no one else can get in between, just the two of them.

She wanted someone who could tell the world and be honest with each other.

She wants to tell someone that she likes her, is fascinated by her, dreams about her day and night, that she is in love with her.

But fate does not seem to have given her such luck.

People are really strange, lonely when alone, quarreling and lonely after having Hanyin, not loving loneliness, loving someone is also lonely.But among all the loneliness, the present is the lightest, the weakest, the shallowest, as long as you can see the person in front of you.

In fact, after breaking up with Hanyin, she once thought that she didn't need a lover or an intimate relationship with others. Who would have thought that the slap in the face would come so quickly.

I was thinking about this issue last night, tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well, so I skipped work early in the morning to find Cheng Chonghe.At least when she saw her, she could get peace and not think about unnecessary things for the time being.

Seeing Gu Zhiqiao's longing, Cheng Chonghe said softly: "Master and her friend are a good match. In fact, if you want, it's not difficult to find someone who matches you in all aspects."

Gu Zhiqiao shook his head, "Maybe I can be found, but the other party is unwilling to accept me for one reason or another."

"for example?"

"For example, think that I am too short, do not seek to make progress, have no success in my career, and have no merits. For example, think that I am too old, or think that I am a woman?"

Cheng Chong gave her a white look, "Nonsense again."

"Okay, seriously, Ms. Cheng, how do you count as a match? Don't tell me that I'm right."

Cheng Chonghe wanted to say that at least the age and status should be appropriate, but she seemed to have no position to say this.

"A few days ago, I read a novel about celebrities and authors. It talked about emotional equality. The author said through the mouth of the protagonist: Emotional equality means that two people can share each other's happiness and share each other's pain. I think, matching By the same token, what do you think?"

Cheng Chonghe didn't want to feel anything.

"So." Gu Zhiqiao announced, "I think Mark Twain and I are the best match. I love chicken legs, and it loves duck legs. If there is meat, I will feed it. If there is no meat, we will cry together in pain."

Cheng Chonghe hit her: "Then you take it back and raise it."

"You will be lonely."

"I can raise another one."

"What kind of dog? Border Collie? Golden Retriever? Or Labrador?" Gu Zhiqiao thought of the people outside the door, and said deliberately, "Don't raise a little wolf dog."

Rao was a little uncomfortable by her emotional eyes, Cheng Chonghe still found it funny: "Why do I think you mean something?"

"What a coincidence, I also feel that I have something to point to." Putting away the takeaway lunch box, Gu Zhiqiao looked outside for a while, "When a person is too good to be true, sometimes it may not be true."

Cheng Chonghe glanced at her, "It's not true, okay, what does it have to do with us?"

Gu Zhiqiao immediately laughed, brighter than the blooming flowers on the table: "Ms. Cheng, you are right."

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