The queen's little wife, pretending to have amnesia online

West City.

The late winter sun could not bring much warmth, Qingjing came out of the coffee shop, the cold wind rushed into her arms, she quickly wrapped her coat tightly, and walked forward with her head buried.

Lin Mo didn't come back after several years, and Qing Jing started to recruit new event planners, but after looking left and right, several interviewees were not satisfied.

This one doesn't have as many ideas as Lin Mo's ghosts, that one doesn't have as much extroversion and vivacity as Lin Mo, and the others are worse than Lin Mo in everything, but they just don't fit the aura of the whole store.

Wrapped in a coat, Qing Jing walked in the cold wind, sighed again, it was already No. 14 times today.

Turning the corner of the street is where Qing Jing parked her car. She took out the car keys in advance and was about to press the door when a fresh gust of wind suddenly came from beside her.

Qing Jing frowned slightly, and said helplessly:

"Why are you here again? You agreed not to go to my shop."

Turning around, Wang Ling, with bright eyes and messy hair, was standing beside her, still staring at herself with that obsessed expression.

Qing Jing was in a daze for a moment, because she saw that the clothes Wang Ling was wearing were the Christmas presents she bought for her when she was in college.

Wang Ling was very poor when she was in college. As her tutor, Qing Jing only cared about her life at the beginning, but then it changed and started buying things for her.

The red sports jacket that Wang Ling is wearing now was the Spring Festival gift that Qing Jing gave Wang Ling when she was a sophomore.

Qing Jing still remembers very clearly that she gave gifts at a hidden corner of the teaching building after returning to school in Kaichun, and Wang Ling's eyes lit up at that time.

"Such beautiful clothes... very expensive, right? How much is it, teacher, I will pay you back!"

Qing Jing smiled gently, and stroked Wang Ling's messy hair:

"I don't want your money, the money you earn from working hard, buy yourself more delicious food, you know? And this hair, you should also take care of it, it should be tidy."

Wang Ling raised her head, her eyes full of trust, she put her head under Qing Jing's hands, like a docile little pet.

"Thank you, teacher... You are so kind, teacher! I also have a gift for you."

Qing Jing smiled and rolled her eyes:

"Really? What kind of gift is it?"

Wang Ling digs and digs out of the old schoolbag on his back. After digging for a long time, he takes out a gift box.

She stared at the round eyes like a puppy, with a shy smile, put the box into Qing Jing's arms, turned around and ran away, even if Qing Jing called her several times behind her, she didn't look back.

Qing Jing didn't know why, so she returned to the office with the gift box in her hand, staring at the box in a daze.

The gift box is pink, tied with a romantic blue ribbon, it is the kind of gift box that is very common outside the school.

Wang Ling's family conditions are very poor, and part-time work is only enough for her own food expenses. Even Qing Jing knows that she will secretly send money home, so she must not be able to buy any expensive gifts. Even if she accepts it, it is not considered a bribe...

The school stipulates that instructors cannot accept bribes from students. Although most of the time as long as no one reports it, it will be fine, but Qing Jing has always followed it.

After thinking for a while, Qing Jing took a deep breath and started to open the box.

The box is full of thousand origami cranes, which are stacked one by one with romantic starry sky paper, and some words can be vaguely seen in the middle of the wings.

And in the middle of a pile of paper cranes, there is an eye-catching small jewelry box.

Qing Jing held her breath, sensing something, reached out and opened the jewelry box.

Inside lay a silver diamond ring quietly.

Until today, ten years later, Qing Jing still remembers her shock when she saw the ring.

She and Wang Ling both had a crush on each other at that time, but due to the teacher-student relationship, no one broke through, even Wang Ling who gave the ring did not confess directly.

Each of those thousand paper cranes has written words, which are all the words that the two people said to each other when they got together in daily life, full of memories, but still vague.

But the combination of these things was enough to cause a huge shock to Qing Jing's mood at that time.

Not long after, Qing Jing talked to Wang Ling alone:

"I'm a teacher and you are a student, we... can't do it."

Wang Ling blinked her eyes, bit her lip and hesitated for a while, then suddenly said:

"But I love you."

Qing Jing completely forgot to breathe. Looking at Wang Ling's extremely clear and persistent eyes, she felt as if she was falling into the clouds and her thoughts were flying.

"I quit school and we got married."

Wang Ling said it lightly, but Qing Jing, who knew her well, knew that this child never made a decision easily. Once she said it, it was something she had made up her mind after repeated consideration, and she was even implementing it.

How does this work?

Qing Jing sighed helplessly, smiled softly again, and reached out to touch Wang Ling's head:

"Stupid boy... I don't allow you to quit school. In fact, I have always had an idea. I want to go out and open a cafe..."

Not long after, Qing Jing went through the resignation procedures, gave up this job that was perfect in everyone's eyes, and began to plan matters related to opening a cafe.

Wang Lingshun successfully completed his university studies and did not go to graduate school. When he graduated, he relied on the scholarships he saved and the money he earned from part-time jobs. With the help of the practical foundation in school, he directly started his own business.

In the month that Qingjing Cafe opened, the two went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate.

After another half a year, the two had a make-up wedding, full of guests, both parents and relatives were moved to tears, everything was as beautiful as a fairy tale.

But... Qing Jing recovered from her memories and found that she had already got into Wang Ling's car, and Wang Ling was driving the car by herself, not knowing where she was going.

"Where are you going?"

Qing Jing asked, a little scared.

Qing Jing started to be afraid of Wang Ling a year after her marriage. The fear that followed like a shadow and penetrated into the subtle life made her feel very suffocated.

When she was in college, after all, Qing Jing didn't have deep contact with Wang Ling. It wasn't until she got married and got along for a long time that she felt that Wang Ling had certain flaws in his personality.

She is full of meticulous control desire.

As big as the decoration layout of Qingjing's coffee shop, as small as Qingjing's breakfast bread, Wang Ling wants to control everything and let everything follow her own ideas.

Qing Jing has a gentle temper and feels that there is no need to worry about these trivial matters, so she let them go.As a result, day by day, Wang Ling's terrifying desire to control swelled like a demon, and by the time Qing Jing found out, it was too late.

One night, when Qing Jing came home, she saw Wang Ling sitting on the sofa alone, the lights were not turned on in the room, and only Wang Ling's eyes were shining dimly in the darkness.

She tried to say a few jokes to cheer up the atmosphere, but Wang Ling didn't say a word, the air pressure was so low that it was suffocating.

"I saw it today, that customer... You talked too much to her, you stood at the bar chatting for a quarter of an hour, and she still wiped tears at you. Is she better than me? She knows you have to go along when you have a stomachache Does the clock rub your stomach? Does she know that your aunt can't drink coffee during the period? Will she run three kilometers in the middle of the night to buy you your favorite sauce pancakes?"

Qing Jing felt that it was simply unreasonable:

"What are you talking about? That customer is a regular customer of our store. She was dumped by her boyfriend today, so I comforted her and promoted our new set menu by the way. It's not what you think at all!"

Wang Ling raised her head, her eyes were already full of tears, glittering and translucent in the darkness:

"She was dumped by her boyfriend, the next step is to come to you, isn't it? You are so kind and gentle to everyone, I don't feel my specialness at all, but you should be the best to me Isn’t it? I see you talking to others every day, and I’m scared because I’m not good enough for you, so you’re going to talk to others, right?”

Qing Jing:

"...Drink some water and calm down, I'm going to take a shower first."

She turned around and was about to leave, but Wang Ling grabbed her arm tightly, and the world spun in an instant. She was pushed down on the sofa by Wang Ling.

Wang Ling eagerly took off her clothes, crying and saying:

"Teacher, I didn't mean that... Teacher, don't leave me, let's do it... You like my technology, right, I want you to be inseparable from me..."

After the chaos, Qing Jing was lying on the sofa covered with clothes, Wang Ling tucked his head under her arm, hugged her tightly, and pressed his lips against her cheek.

Even with such an intimate posture, Qing Jing still felt that there was a huge gap between herself and Wang Ling, and their hearts were not together at all.

She let out a long sigh:

"Xiao Ling, let's separate for a while."

"You said you want to drink, I'll take you to the bar, it's nearby, it's one I often go to, it's safe."

Wang Ling drove the car freely and turned around with a bright smile.

She was indeed much more mature than Qing Jing remembered, her facial contours, facial features and demeanor had changed a bit, and she looked more confident.

But Qingjing still couldn't see through her inner thoughts.

Just like back then, Qing Jing didn't go home for a week, and then received a text message from Wang Ling:

"I'm in room xx in xx hotel with someone else, if you still care about me, come here."

When Qing Jing rushed to that room, what she saw was Wang Ling hugging a coquettish woman.

Dare not to recall, so far whenever she thinks of that scene, Qing Jing starts to feel nauseated and vomited in her stomach, even seeing Wang Ling's face now, she feels... disgusted.

The bar soon arrived, Wang Ling led Qing Jing in, ordered a lot of expensive wine, and pushed bottles one by one in front of Qing Jing.

"You can drink whatever you want, it doesn't matter if you want it casually."

Without hesitation, Qing Jing picked up a bottle of beer and blew on it, drank it in one gulp, and then went to get the red wine.

Wang Ling stopped her, poured the bottle of red wine into a goblet, and handed it over:

"It's better to drink like this, and it won't be wasted."

Qing Jing then took the goblet, the red wine bottle in her left hand and the goblet in the right, she kept drinking it up and pouring it again, and quickly finished the bottle of red wine.

Her consciousness quickly blurred, and finally she only remembered to say something to Wang Ling:

"Take me back, the key is in my bag...you are not allowed to touch me!"

Then lost consciousness.

The next day, when Qing Jing woke up, there were tinkling sounds coming from the kitchen.

She looked at herself, she had already put on her pajamas, and she still smelled of alcohol, but it was not obvious, probably because someone wiped her body last night.

She checked and recalled carefully, and found that there seemed to be no trace of violation, so she was relieved a little.

In fact, she got drunk on purpose last night, just to see if Wang Ling would do something to her. If she really did something to her, Qing Jing would have a reason to drive her away in a fair manner.

Anyway, the two had done it countless times many years ago, and they didn't care about whether they would suffer or not.

It's a pity that things are backfired now, Qing Jing feels that she can only be tough, speak clearly, and don't care about the pain of the other party.

I really can't like Wang Ling anymore, there is really no need to continue all this.

Walking out of the bedroom, Wang Ling wore an apron and served dishes from the kitchen in the full sunlight, busy, looking quite at home.

Seeing her coming, Wang Ling showed a bright smile:

"You're finally awake, are you hungry? Come over for dinner. I made your favorite sour soup dumplings and fried pork with garlic moss."

Qing Jing looked at the table, the food smelled delicious, it was freshly fried, it was really very attractive.

She said lightly:

"I prefer lighter meals now."

Wang Ling's smile was lost for a moment, and she immediately walked to the kitchen:

"Then I'll fry another lettuce, there are still some tomatoes in the refrigerator, you can cook pangasius..."

"Don't be busy, come here."

Qing Jing raised her voice and sat down at the dining table by herself.

Wang Ling froze for a moment, then sat down with a dejected expression.

Qing Jing didn't pick up the chopsticks, but thought for a long time before asking:

"I'm already in love with someone else, you know that?"

Wang Ling narrowed her eyes for a moment, showing a bloodthirsty expression like a beast, but then she smiled again:

"I know, Lin Mo, she's married to someone else, so she's not my rival in love anymore."

There was no smile on Qing Jing's face, she nodded slightly:

"That is to say, I have someone else in my heart, so I can't fall in love with you anymore, just give up, we are really not suitable."

The light in Wang Ling's eyes dimmed a lot, but he forced a smile:

"You have to try it to know if it fits or not."

Qing Jing raised the corners of her mouth mockingly:

"We tried and we failed."

Wang Ling shook her head stubbornly, and reached out to grab Qing Jing's hand:

"But I was so naive back then, I had a lot of problems, and now I'm trying to solve them... That time in the hotel I was really trying to annoy you, I... I was a fool at that time, idiot! You just When it's about getting to know me again, let's start over, shall we?"

Qing Jing retracted her hand, not letting the other party touch her, and said in a calm tone:

"At that time, I also had a lot of responsibilities. I avoided problems, couldn't communicate and solve them, and didn't give you enough sense of security. These are all my problems. Just because I know that there are some problems that I can't solve, I don't want to step on it again. The same pit, inappropriate is inappropriate, no matter what the relationship is, the essence of a person cannot be changed."

Wang Ling's lips trembled slightly, she wanted to speak but couldn't speak, and said for a long while:

"Why do you say that you can't change it, but I can change it! I don't believe there is anything that can't be changed!"

Qing Jing said coldly:

"Then can you change your paranoia?"

Wang Ling fell silent all of a sudden.

Qing Jing picked up the chopsticks and lowered her head to eat, chewing slowly.

Wang Ling didn't say a word the whole time.

At the end, Qing Jing put down her chopsticks after eating, and wiped her mouth with a paper towel:

"Let's put the bowl away. I'll wash it when I get home. You can take me to the company. Then, where should you go? Let's break up."

When Wang Ling stood up, she quickly raised her hand to wipe her eyes.Qing Jing felt sour, but could only pretend not to see it, and walked quickly to the door.

Wang Ling drove Qing Jing to the door of the cafe silently all the way. Qing Jing got off the car and said solemnly:

"I wish you a bright future and happiness in the future."

She turned to leave and walked into the cafe, her back was as cold as today's sunshine.

How strange, Qingjing, like the sun, is very warm in itself, but always so cold when facing herself...

Wang Ling shivered. Even though she was in a car with the heater turned on, she felt cold to the bone.

After working all day, Qing Jing was absent-minded, and she looked up at the door from time to time.

The place where Wang Ling parked before was empty, and Wang Ling himself never appeared again.

This time she finally woke up and was obedient, which is a good thing.

But Qing Jing couldn't help but wonder, did he really do the right thing?

When she got off work, she received a call from Lin Mo, who asked her some questions about social security, and then chatted a little.

After talking about it, Qing Jing suddenly asked:

"Momo... how are you and Xue Luhe doing now?"

To some extent, Xue Luhe is the same type of person as Wang Ling. Qing Jing always feels pessimistically that it is impossible for this kind of person to fall in love with others, and there will always be various problems.

Unexpectedly, Lin Mo smiled happily:

"Very good! I'm so happy!"

Qing Jing was holding the phone, not knowing what to say.Is it my own judgment error?Sometimes even someone like Xue Luhe deserves true love?

So, what about Wang Ling?

Qing Jing was in a mess, went back to the place where she parked, and took out the key from her bag, but couldn't get it out for a long time.

Suddenly there was another gust of cold wind, and someone ran over quickly.

Qing Jing looked up, and unexpectedly, it was Wang Ling.

Wang Ling straightened her hair, making her look more gentle and cute. Still wearing the red coat, she looked like she was back in school.

"Teacher, I thought about it. I'm just by your side. I'm very happy just looking at you. So I won't leave. I'll live near here from now on. Let's start as ordinary friends and let everything take its course, okay? ? Look at my new hairstyle, isn't it pretty?"

Qing Jing looked at the girl in front of her with a smile as bright as the sun, thousands of thoughts were rolling in her heart, but she couldn't come up with a complete sentence.

It's been a long time.

She nodded slightly:

"nice."

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to give Qing Jing this pair of bes, but I still couldn't hold back... Why can't I control this hand!

In short, this article has come to a complete conclusion, thank you for your company, bow~ I also thank you for your tolerance and love for me, Mr. Xue and Momo.