Being petted by the old attack as a little cute

Luo Ming scored a few goals there and completely forgot about his friends.

Jing Qiao took out the lighter from his pocket, lit the cigarette in his hand, and just took a puff, when he saw the box door was pushed open, and a boy in a white baseball uniform came out, with a sullen face, all childish.

The boy didn't see Jing Qiao standing in the shadow, so he passed him and went straight to the bathroom in the corridor.

Smoky.

Jing Qiao watched the boy's thin back disappear from sight, and suddenly remembered a face in his memory.

At that time, the Jing Group encountered the most serious business failure in three generations. Friends and relatives from all walks of life scrambled to get rid of their relationship with the Jing Group, fearing that they would also be dragged into the quagmire.

At that time, Jingqiao was 22 years old...

Jing Qiao has an amazing talent in business, but he needs help financially.

No one was willing to lend a helping hand, because at that time the Jing family was already like the sun about to set, and the loaned money would definitely not be repaid.

That was the first time Jingqiao asked someone to borrow money.

But the back is still straight.

Ge Ting expressed his willingness to lend funds to the Jing Corporation, but was strongly opposed by Zhang Haicheng. Zhang Haicheng was both puzzled and angry. If you don't discuss with him, where will you put him!

Compared with Zhang Haicheng's red face, Ge Ting is elegant.

She pushed the check in front of Jingqiao, and said slowly, "I've never missed someone, and I believe I won't this time either."

Jing Qiao said thank you, then got up and left.

As soon as he went out, there was the sound of hurried footsteps from behind. Jing Qiao turned his head and looked over, and found a handsome boy running towards him, followed by a short-legged dog.

"Wait..." Zhang Ziyu supported his knees and said out of breath.

Jing Qiao waited for him to slow down. During this time, Jing Qiao took a rough look at the boy in front of him. He had a very comfortable demeanor, but when he was not talking, his eyebrows and eyes made people feel cold. He was somewhat similar to Ge Ting. Zhang Ziyu, the young master of the Zhang family, looks to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a childish appearance.

"My name is Zhang Ziyu, isn't your name Jing Qiao?" When speaking, Zhang Ziyu was still panting heavily, but it was much better than before.

It was winter at that time, Zhang Ziyu came out in a hurry, wrapped in an off-white overalls cotton coat, black woolen scarf, as white as the light reflected by the thin layer of snow on the ground.

Jing Qiao nodded, quietly waiting for what Zhang Ziyu would say next.

"I know, before you came, my mother had already prepared the money. She was going to ask me to send it to you. I have heard about your family. Who has never stumbled? Those people are really realistic. , will only do the icing on the cake." Zhang Ziyu said very angrily, it seems that he still knows a lot, and Ge Ting must have taught a lot later.

Looking at the young boy in front of him full of vigor, Jing Qiao suddenly felt that the tiredness accumulated over the past few days was gone.

"why do not you talk?"

Jing Qiao asked back, "What did you say?"

"Aren't you angry with those people who treat your family so badly?" Zhang Ziyu was curious and puzzled. Jing Qiao in front of him didn't look like a gentle and kind person at all, with sharp eyebrows and thin lips, cold demeanor and few words. Usually such people are cruel and merciless, but Zhang Ziyu felt that Jing Qiao's breath carried a hint of gentleness.

"However, no one has to do something for us, stay away from us, they are not wrong." Jing Qiao said.

Zhang Ziyu didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence at that time.

"Okay, it's up to you, have you eaten yet?"

"What about you?" Jing Qiao was happy to chat with such a carefree boy, and the topic was always so easy.

"I ate."

"Go back, I hope to see you again." Jing Qiao bid farewell to Zhang Ziyu. This is probably the best sentence Jing Qiao has said in so many years. Before Zhang Ziyu could say anything, Jing Qiao turned and left. There wasn't much time left. When he raised his footsteps, he heard the boy behind him say "me too" loudly, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

That scene was forever imprinted in Jing Qiao's eyes.

It is covered with white snow, the street lamps are dim and warm, and the youth is childish and clean.

"Jing Qiao, why are you standing here, come in!" Luo Ming stretched out half of his head from the box and shouted at Jing Qiao.

Jing Qiao shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll sit outside for a while."

After speaking, without waiting for Luo Ming to speak, he raised his feet and walked towards the middle hall on the second floor.

Compared with the dance floor below, the lobby on the second floor is much quieter. A man on the stage is playing a soft guitar with a deep voice like a heavy drum. There are not many people upstairs, and the consumption on the upper floor is higher than that on the lower floor It is much higher, so it is much cleaner.

Jing Qiao found a corner and sat down, then half-closed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

After a few minutes...

"Zhang Ziyu." Jing Qiao called to stop the boy who came back from the bathroom and passed the hall.