Double Lover [Entertainment]

In any case, Jiang Cha's post was too personal and not suitable for being watched by too many people, so Given asked people to remove the hot search.

It's just that whether to delete the post depends on Jiang Cha's intentions.

The phone screen lit up for a moment.

Xu Qingzhu sent her a message.

A long list of condemnations:

"My God, are you doing human affairs?"

"The ginger tea post makes me sad when I look at it."

"You're really nothing."

"When people leave you, that is to leave the sea of ​​suffering."

Given used to think that things like feelings are self-inflicted.She didn't make Jiang Cha like her either, no matter what she thought or how affectionate she was, that was her business and had nothing to do with her.She has no responsibility, no obligation, to respond to other people's feelings.

But now, she only finds it ironic.

Because now there is no responsibility, no obligation to respond to this feeling, it has become ginger tea.

The two people's identities are misplaced, and it can be regarded as a taste of each other.

This taste is really not good.

"correct."

Given sent her a voice message: "I want to check, which media was the first to report that Jiang Cha and I were not in a relationship. Is there any way for you?"

Xu Qingzhu's father is a well-known reporter, both of whom are engaged in the media, and the relationship between colleagues is much closer than that of a layman like Givenchy.

"Okay, I'll help you find out."

A moment later, she sent another voice message.

"Actually, you can guess. Who do you think will suffer if Jiang Cha becomes famous through this movie?"

"Her competitors. But that's too many."

"Check one by one, it will definitely not be exhausted. Why don't we think about it, if ginger tea is really popular, who will be most affected?"

Given didn't pay much attention to Jiang Cha's interpersonal relationship before, but when she reminded her like this, she suddenly thought of someone.

"Luo Yan?"

"Two people who look too similar are indeed the most direct competition."

The black pen between Givenchy's fingers paused briefly on the paper, leaving a thick black ink dot.

Xu Qingzhu smiled softly: "We are just guessing wildly, after all, there are no clues now."

Given sighed and shook his head.

Thoughts were in turmoil.

Given stood up, picked up the long trench coat from the sofa in the office, put it on, and took off the black crocodile leather bag from the coat rack, put it on his shoulder, and went downstairs to go home.

Ginger tea didn't expect it at all.

In just one day, the wind direction on the Internet has completely changed.

I can no longer see the slanderous words.

Not a word.

It's just that the guns of countless verbal bombardments moved away from Jiang Cha and turned to Givenchy.

She was the one who suffered.

Overnight, there were three more negative news about Givenchy.

Article [-].

#Given Bouquet Apology#

Attached is a low-light video below.

Jiang Cha's clear eyes had a strange expression, he was startled, his fingertips trembled, and he clicked on the video.

It was taken on the night when Given gave him flowers.Both the head and the tail are cut off, leaving only the middle part.Someone deleted the part where they knocked on the door for a long time, threw away the roses, and the box was smashed, as if they were afraid of causing some bad influence on her.

Putting the video and title together, it is obvious that they are guiding public opinion.

who did it.

Jiang Cha lowered her eyes and quietly looked at the people in the video.

Looks a little complicated.

The light outlined a tall figure.The long black curly hair hangs down, and the slightly thin woman is holding a large transparent box in her hand, which is hidden behind her somewhat awkwardly.

A silhouette, embarrassed and uneasy.

She touched the screen with her fingertips, paused, and slowly slid her fingertips, gently drawing a vague outline.

Ginger tea's long eyelashes trembled, and her calm eyes were like an autumn lake suddenly blown by the wind, with gentle ripples.

Then she saw Givenchy's letter of apology.

Ginger Tea's index finger hovered over the screen, hesitated for a moment, and then clicked.She looked at the letter quietly, from beginning to end.

The smile stopped on his face.

The more you look at it, the colder it becomes.

If you just feel guilty and your conscience finds out, you just excuse yourself like this.

You don't have to.

What she wanted to hear was not sorry.

but something else.

As for what it was, Jiang Cha also had a headache, so she simply threw it aside.

She clicked forward, typed a lot of words on the blank screen, and after a moment of silence, deleted each word one by one.He looked at it indifferently for a moment, but finally didn't say a word.

what to say.

Given is just guilty.

What to say.

Comments slowly rose.

"Why is there only one retweet?"

"The meaning is obvious, it means 'I have read it'."

"Then Jiang Cha accepted her apology? Can't you?"

"Of course not. You didn't read Chacha and didn't bother to reply her a single word. Probably because you were forced to respond, so you should forward the meaning."

"I think so too."

On the other side, Given stared at Jiang Cha's response, lost in thought.

What does it mean.

Excuse me?

Still haven't forgiven.

How difficult it is to guess people's hearts.

Givenchy frowned slightly, pinched the cup with his slender white fingers, and took a sip of coffee.

But she should have read the letter she wrote.

Given lowered his eyes, his white fingertips curled up, slightly cramped.

She picked up the pen and made an arrow on the "Ginger Tea" written in the notebook, and marked next to it: completed: apology letter; to be completed: send a rabbit.

Given asked the driver to drive her to a pet shop in the commercial pedestrian street.

This area is very lively, new buds are sprouting from the branches on both sides of the asphalt road, and there is a thin layer of green floating in the distance, and the sky is blown clean and blue by the wind.

Passing by several barbecue restaurants, the car stopped in front of a small shop.

A store that specializes in selling rabbits.

The pet store is small in size and specializes in selling all kinds of pet rabbits, such as lop-eared rabbits, long-haired rabbits, and cat-cat rabbits, jumping around on their hind legs in a transparent cage.The long ears trembled, and the small paws rested on the wall of the cage, looking around curiously.The eyes are round, black and bright, with the innocence and harmlessness unique to small herbivorous animals.

With a ding dong, Given entered the door.

"Hello. Which one do you like?" The clerk surrounded him attentively.

Given thinks they are all cute.She bent down slightly, and habitually put her index finger in through the round hole on the wall of the cage. Immediately, a pure white lop-eared rabbit came over and licked her fingertip affectionately with its small tongue.

Given smiled lightly.

"Wow, what a fate." The clerk smiled and said, "A rabbit licking you means it likes you."

Well.

Thick eyelashes drooped.

The rabbit was still licking her index finger obediently, it was warm and soft.

Looking at it, Given suddenly lowered his long eyelashes, feeling that it was unexpectedly similar to someone.

Ginger tea used to like this too.

Her heart moved:

"Just this one."

The rabbit was temporarily placed in his own home.

Very well-behaved, likes to eat rabbit food and timothy grass.Occasionally, it would nibble on teething biscuits, and would often use its nose against the cage door, trying to escape from the prison.

When they are hungry, they frantically tap the walls of the cage with their front paws, calling for servants to feed them.

The rabbit is so cute, ginger tea will like it.

However, as for how to send it out, she has no idea yet.

At night, Given suffered from insomnia, he got up in his pajamas and drank a glass of wine before lying down.While half-drunk and half-awake, I had a dream.

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest.

In front of you is a coffee shop.

Turn left after exiting the school gate, and you will be there within 100 meters on foot.

When they were together in college, there were almost no normal dates between lovers. The only place they often met was this coffee shop.

The shop is neither big nor small, with thin dark brown wooden strips pasted on the outside terrace, and two retro small lamps lit in front of the door, which are always on.The aroma of coffee is floating in it all the year round, mixed with the smell of freshly baked bread, it is fragrant and tangy.

It was snowing that day, and the road outside was slippery and slightly muddy.

Jiang Cha sat next to her, quietly writing exercises.When she became serious, her demeanor was very gentle and focused, she only raised her eyes occasionally to look at her brightly, and then lowered her long eyelashes in satisfaction.

The dream is a bit bizarre.

It seems that the current consciousness has traveled to Givenchy in the past.

In the past, she kept her head down and read a book, not paying much attention to the girl next to her.

But in the dream, she was almost greedy.

Given looked at ginger tea quietly, his eyes wandering inch by inch, he pinched her fingers, and then her wrist, his index finger touched the pulse and the pale green blood vessels, warm and soft.

Jiang Cha raised her head, her dark and bright eyes quietly looked at her.

Very well behaved and very quiet.

Let people do whatever they want.

Dim lights add a touch of ambiguity.

It's been a long time, Jiang Cha hasn't looked at her like this for a long time.

Given slightly approached, breathing tremblingly, kissed her fair forehead.

Jiang Cha hid for a while as if afraid of ticklish.

Given smiled lightly, held back, and did nothing else.

After an unknown amount of time, she went out with ginger tea.

In the deep night, there are two small lights at the door of the coffee house. Snowflakes are falling under the lights and swirled by the wind. One by one, it is quiet and clean.

Jiang Cha's chin shrank into the cashmere scarf as if afraid of the cold, revealing a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, the ends of the white eyes were slightly reddish, and the pupils were watery.

"Don't go back to the dormitory." Given squeezed Jiang Cha's hand and said softly.

Jiang Cha didn't refuse, her downcast eyes were very charming.

She led her along a long way, the night was silent, and there was almost no one on the road.

It was cold, so she wrapped her hands.

The scenes in the dream switched quickly and without logic.

The light became dim.

Jiang Cha sat on her body with her legs apart, naked and naked, and breathed in her ear as if she was drowning.A pair of small, white hands hung on the shoulders, scratching gently impatiently.

Given kissed her ear.

The white and bony hands dripped with water, very flexible and reckless.

"Why don't you make a sound?"

In the dream, she leaned over and asked, "What's your name?"

"You won't let me."

The aggrieved eyes were stained with tears.

Given was startled and woke up.

There was no one beside the pillow, and the quilt was cold.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-04-2612:48:37~2020-04-2623:05:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Yu Han, professional passing one;

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