The president seems to like me

At 308:[-] on Saturday morning, Jiang Lu took the [-] bus. He didn't choose to take the subway because he came early.

Of course it's not his fault, but his mother called early in the morning, jumping like crazy: "It's almost ten o'clock! Get up quickly, don't be late."

Jiang Lu was so frightened that he woke up immediately.

Although he didn't have great expectations for this blind date, being late was a matter of personal quality, and he was not willing to leave a bad impression in front of strangers.

As a result, after he hurriedly washed and changed his clothes, he looked at his phone, and it was only 08:30.

Jiang Lu couldn't help wondering whether there was a big time difference between his hometown and Nancheng. Then he realized that it was not a geographical problem, but a fucking problem.

Jiang Lu put on a mask, waited for the bus to come slowly, looked at the traffic lights and horns flying in front of him, and nodded in satisfaction.

Very good, it is estimated that it will be ten o'clock when we arrive.

After Jiang Lu got into the car, he chose the seat in the last row and sat down by the window.

Then skillfully took out the phone.

One click is the profile picture of a stranger.

Last night, the old lady asked me to add someone, saying that we could chat for a while.

Jiang Lu thought for a long time that night, combined with his age, and spoke cautiously: Hello.

It should be true. A 35-year-old person must have a successful career. At worst, he has a car and a house at home but looks ugly, so he can't find a boyfriend.

The other party did not reply to him immediately.

It was when Jiang Lu was about to open station B and planned to watch his favorite episodes, he only sent it.

"..."

A bit depressing, why bother others when they are enjoying their independent time?

The other party's WeChat name is J·L, a simple English letter, which fits the image of returning from overseas.

J.L: Hello.

Jiang Lu pursed his lips and replied dryly: Hello.

The other party replied in seconds: Well, hello.

"..."

It felt like a limit stretch.

Except for leaders and parents and elders, Jiang Lu has never tried to chat with anyone over five years old.

Of course, if you have to go into details, Jiang Lu also talked with the uncle and aunt in the vegetable market.

However, it was the first time for a blind date to talk like this, and Jiang Lu had no experience.

Now the other party threw the pot into Jiang Lu's hands.

It’s as if you said one sentence to me, and now J·L has said it, then it’s Jiang Lu’s turn to say the next sentence.

Jiang Lu didn't know what to talk about, deleted and deleted, and finally remembered that he didn't seem to know the other party's name.

When you can't meet each other, call me uncle.

He is ten years older than him, so it's normal to call him uncle.

LU: How to call it?

J.L: The surname is Cheng.

LU: Hello, Uncle Cheng.

What the hell!

Jiang Lu hurriedly withdrew: Hello, Mr. Cheng.

Then Jiang Lu saw the top of the chat box, and the other party who flashed from time to time was typing...

J.L.: Hmm.

So cold.

LU: My surname is Lu.

Jiang Lu: "..."

No, his surname is Jiang!

LU: My surname is Jiang, sorry.

J.L: I know your name, it's getting late, go to bed early, see you tomorrow.

LU: OK, good night.

J.L.: Ann.

Jiang Lu's cheeks were inexplicably hot. Looking at the word "An", he felt that the other party might not be some bald man.

Several years of social animal life has given Jiang Lu the habit of being a time creature. As long as there are no serious traffic jams such as major accidents on the road, he can usually reach his destination on time.

When he came to the door of the coffee shop, when the waiter brought him to table 54, there was someone!

Jiang Lu glanced at the time quickly, it was [-]:[-], very good.

It's okay, I'm not late.

Jiang Lu didn't look around, sat directly opposite him, and ordered a cappuccino unnaturally.

After the waiter left, the next few seconds seemed to be infinitely stretched.

Jiang Lu didn't even see what the other party looked like.

But it seems impolite not to speak.

"Hello, Mr. Cheng."

"Hello, Mr. Jiang." The man said.

How should I put it, it sounds very pleasant, and it is more magnetic than the attacking sound of listening to radio dramas.

His ears were numb, so he could hear Jiang Lu looking up at him.

Jiang Lu was stunned for two seconds.

He really hadn't seen him just now, so he heard his voice first.

His Adam's apple rolled.

Not a bald man, nor a man in a greasy suit.

He is a mature and attractive man.

Jiang Lu's family has very high requirements for him, and he is not allowed to bend over when eating, so he is more upright than others when sitting.

The other party also had a straight back, even when he was sitting, he was a little taller than him.

Wearing a Monet gray casual suit jacket with a white T-shirt inside, there are almost no other decorations on the body, simple and stylish without lacking a sense of fashion.

There are no defects in the facial features, and the facial contours are very superior, especially the pair of eyes, which are very intimidating when looking at people.

Jiang Lu's heart skipped a beat.

He stammered and said, "Sorry, I'm late."

Cheng Jianglin said, "You didn't come late, but I arrived early."

With a restrained demeanor and a non-serious way of speaking, this man is perfect.

The waiter brought the cappuccino, and Jiang Lu took a sip in a disguised way. The taste was very familiar, and it was the taste he usually drank.

"Did you sleep late last night?"

"Ah?" Jiang Lu raised his eyebrows, delicate and beautiful, "Well, it's okay."

He couldn't help asking: "Can you see this?"

Jianglu's skin is good, she stays up all night, she doesn't have dark circles, at most she has a little pigmentation, but normal people will have some.

Cheng Jianglin's voice was calm and elegant: "Eyes, facial features."

Jiang Lu smiled awkwardly: "Yes."

"Need to go back to rest?" Cheng Jianglin said with a smile, "I'm sorry, it was originally weekend rest time, and you have to travel all the way."

"No, it's okay, okay, shall we go back now?" Jiang Lu asked him cautiously.

This blind date is not even halfway through, and they have to go home separately, which means that there is no play.

"It's all right, where do you want to go?"

Jiang Lu's eyes lit up, what's going on?

"How about watching a movie?"

There was a smile in Cheng Jianglin's deep eyes: "Okay."

The topic came up naturally.

Jiang Lu's mother said, this person is a returnee, that is to say, he has just returned to China. I wonder if he has a job?

"Where are you working now?" Jiang Lu took another sip.

"It's also on the Nancheng side. It's not convenient for me to disclose the specifics."

Ok?

Is it a high-risk occupation?

Can't see it.

The other party refused to say it clearly, probably because they are not familiar yet.

Jiang Lu thought so.

"I also work here in Nancheng. Currently, my job is stable, I have no debts, and my finances are clean." Jiang Lu added, "No bad habits, no smoking and no drinking."

Cheng Jianglin smiled slightly: "I'm the same as you."

Jiang Lu breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a cheerful tone: "Then we are quite in tune."

Cheng Jianglin hesitated for a while, then nodded: "Indeed, it's a perfect match."

Jiang Lu completely regarded him as an ordinary social animal beater like him. Mr. Cheng was handsome, and he was very eye-catching when he took him out to meet people.

Humans are visual animals, and when they see beautiful people or objects, they will leave a touch of stunning color.

To tell no one, Jiang Lu is very satisfied with this blind date partner.

I just don't know if the other party has this meaning.

But Jiang Lu was not easy to ask.

Naturally, lunch is not settled here, Cheng Jianglin said to take him to other places.

Jiang Lu raised his eyebrows curiously.

Is it a date?

Forget it.

Cheng Jianglin stood up, and Jiang Lu realized that this man was so tall, with broad shoulders, and long legs. Jiang Lu was not enough to look at him in front of him. He was also a man. Why is there such a big difference in the world.

Cheng Jianglin asked, "Do you drive?"

Jiang Lu: "I don't have a car."

It is difficult to get a license plate in Nancheng, and you have to maintain a car to buy a car. Jiang Lu can't afford to support himself.

"Any taboos?" Cheng Jiang asked him as he walked to the parking lot.

"No, I'm not picky eaters!" Jiang Lu thinks this is an advantage.

Cheng Jianglin smiled.

Cheng Jianglin's car is a very low-key black Volkswagen, not expensive.

The license plate is still local.

Jiang Lu is not surprised, because I heard that Mr. Cheng is a local here.

Cheng Jianglin opened the co-pilot's door and invited Jiang Lu to enter.

Jiang Lu was flattered, and was moved again by his gentlemanly demeanor.

After they all got into the car—Jiang Lu said: "Mr. Cheng, where should we eat?"

Mr. Cheng?

Cheng Jianglin glanced at him.

Ginger deer is young and looks like a college student.

To be honest, Cheng Jianglin was a little hesitant, if his mother hadn't said that he had promised him, he wouldn't have come.

But after getting in touch with him, this kid is quite cute and easy to be teased.

"You don't seem to know my name."

Jiang Lu was stunned: "Yes, what's your name?"

"Cheng Jianglin, Jiangshui, temporary."

"Oh." Jiang Lu frowned, he was thinking about how to call someone.

Or Mr. Cheng?

Why did he have to tell him his name?

It's clear that he doesn't like to listen to Mr. Cheng.

Jiang Lin?

It's too intimate.

Cheng Jianglin glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay...that, Cheng..." Jiang Lu was so confused that he told the truth directly, "What do I call you?"

Cheng Jianglin was ten years older than him, with a wealth of experience, and with the temperament accumulated over the years, he met hundreds if not thousands of people.

This was the first time someone asked him such a question.

Cheng said, "Didn't you call last night?"

last night?

Jiang Lu desperately recalled, wasn't he still called Mr. Cheng last night?

What's the difference, huh.

Cheng Jianglin pulled down the handbrake, put one hand on the steering wheel, and glanced at him: "It's Uncle Cheng."

The author has something to say:

Cheng Jianglin: The kid lost his memory

Jiang Lu: I am not I have no qwq