Chapter 72 Jealous
Li Jiao pulled Wen Baijing's sleeve and turned her head to look at him. Seeing that he was silent, Li Jiao followed his line of sight and caught a glimpse of a little shopping guide.
An ordinary little shopping guide, but with a bit of good looks.
Li Jiao's face was full of disdain as she glanced at the shopping guide out of the corner of her eye.
A Shura scene is taking place in Zhichu's shop.
The people present had their own concerns. For a moment, only the sound of music lingered in their ears. The air was as condensed as thick lard.
"Um..."
Seeing this, Lu Yu cleared his throat intentionally or unintentionally.
The gaze between the two was interrupted. Coming back to her senses, Ye Zhenzhen avoided the entanglement with her eyes, and when she lowered her eyes, she saw Li Jiao pulling Wen Baijing's sleeve.
The red-hot needle was piercing the apex of my heart repeatedly.
"Manager, I'm going to the bathroom first..."
After saying that, Ye Zhenzhen ran out of the store quickly, not caring about basic etiquette and image for a moment. The blazing lights of the mall enveloped her like magma gushing out of a volcanic eruption.
"This little shopping guide has quite a personality..."
The woman's voice was soft and her tone was not very friendly.
Following the thin figure, Wen Baijing frowned and brushed away Li Jiao's hand calmly. His voice was even, "It's better to address people by their positions in the workplace."
Li Jiao curled her lips, walked away as if she didn't hear anything, and picked up the clothes on the shelf to examine them carefully.
The shop assistants looked at each other in bewilderment. For the sales assistants who were used to observing people's expressions, the scene just now was somewhat strange. The atmosphere between the few people was not normal.
In the bathroom, Ye Zhenzhen tightened her lips, her throat was blocked and painful. She ran too fast just now, and her left ankle was also aching.
The person in the mirror looked unhappy.
Can't cry or your makeup will get smudged. Don't dare cry, don't let others know your vulnerability. She raised her head and stared hard, trying to hold back the tears.
After a while, she calmed down and walked out of the bathroom with her head down.
Ye Zhenzhen almost bumped into someone after walking two steps. She subconsciously took a few steps back and suddenly raised her head to see the person in front of her clearly.
Occasionally someone passed by, and when no one was paying attention, Wen Baijing clamped her wrist and dragged her to the stairwell.
Her mind was in a mess, and Ye Zhenzhen couldn't struggle free, and her steps stumbled forward involuntarily.
Close the door of the stairwell and the noisy sound is blocked. You can hear a pin drop in the stairwell.
"Are you jealous?" Wen Baijing looked at her affectionately and asked softly.
Ye Zhenzhen was in a state of confusion, her eyes wandering around and she didn't dare to look him in the eye.
"Let me go... um..."
Before she could finish, Wen Baijing pushed her against the wall and blocked her lips with his.
She was terrified. People would walk around the stairwell from time to time. If she was caught, she would not only be fined, but also killed.
The faint smell of tobacco lingered between her lips and teeth. Her heartbeat became disordered, and she slowly closed her eyes, giving up the futile resistance.
Wen Baijing's strong kiss made it difficult for her to breathe. When she was about to suffocate, Wen Baijing stopped.
"Have you missed me?" Wen Baijing's voice was low, and his warm breath fell on his ears tinglingly.
"What have you been doing lately? Why are you so cold to me?"
As he spoke, he pretended to kiss her.
Looking at the person she thought about day and night, she felt mixed emotions. She hesitated for a while and whispered, "I'm at work, can we talk later?"
Wen Baijing looked at her in confusion, somewhat surprised by her reaction.
"What happened?" He couldn't help but ask. Ye Zhenzhen's ambiguity these days made him feel unpredictable.
She said nothing and bit her lips tightly.
"Wait until I get off work, okay?" he said in a hoarse voice.
There were footsteps coming from the stairwell.
Ye Zhenzhen was startled and pushed him away with all her strength. She hurriedly opened the door and ran out in a hurry.
She sorted out her thoughts while running, and returned to the store with a calm expression. It was almost time to get off work.
"Ye Zhenzhen, what's wrong with you?" Xia Tong asked her in a low voice, noticing her emotional fluctuations.
"It's nothing! I'm fine." Ye Zhenzhen forced a smile to hide her emotions.
Xia Tong leaned over to look at her, "I think something is wrong with you, very wrong!"
Ye Zhenzhen avoided his gaze, straightened her back deliberately, and pretended to be strong, "There's nothing wrong with me, you're just overthinking it."
Wen, Bai and Jing were pacing back and forth in the women's clothing area on the second floor. He was wearing a dark grey suit, with a tall and graceful back, and a distant and noble temperament.
He casually looked into Zhichu's shop from time to time. The phone in his hand was getting hot.
Lu Yu and Li Jiao were chatting from time to time. Wen Baijing slowed down his pace and typed quickly to send WeChat messages.
[Why don’t you listen to the doctor again? Does your foot hurt? ]
After waiting for a long time, he still received no reply. He closed his eyes and raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.
After the shift was over, Ye Zhenzhen took off her work clothes and changed back into her own clothes.
Before I even stepped out of the store, I saw Lin Luoyu standing at the door with a gentle smile on her face.
She looked at Lin Luoyu in confusion, her eyes full of doubt.
"Ye Mao doesn't have time to pick you up today, so let me help pick you up after get off work." His voice was gentle and he was still polite.
"Actually, I can really go back by myself." Ye Zhenzhen gave him a faint smile and complained, "Ye Mao is making a fuss out of nothing."
"He cares about you." Lin Luoyu's tone was calm, as warm as the breeze on your face.
Ye Zhenzhen's eyes widened, and she suddenly remembered something, "How did you two know each other? How did he have your contact information?"
"This is a secret..." Lin Luoyu smiled faintly and added: "It's a secret between men."
"Did it delay your work..."
The two chatted from time to time as they walked along. When they reached the east escalator, they ran into Wen Baijing and the other two, who had just finished a round on the second floor.
Wen Baijing's nonchalant, wandering gaze unexpectedly collided with Ye Zhenzhen's eyes.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds. When he saw the man next to Ye Zhenzhen, Wen Baijing frowned, and his eyes were dark and deep.
His expression was very serious, and his insightful eyes looked at Ye Zhenzhen quietly. The charm of the stairwell before was gone at this moment.
Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously took a step back, her smile frozen on her face. She opened her mouth and tried to explain something. Glancing at Lu Yu beside Wen Baijing, she pursed her lips and lowered her head silently.
"Brother Bai Jing..." Li Jiao pulled Wen Baijing's sleeve and called him.
The woman's intimate words and actions were like a poisonous thorn piercing Ye Zhenzhen's heart. She raised her head and stared at Wen Baijing without blinking.
Her teeth were slightly sour, and the sour feeling suddenly flooded her heart. She tightened her lips and widened her eyes.
"Call them by their job title when they are working."
As he spoke, Wen Baijing brushed away Li Jiao's hand and ignored Li Jiao's unhappy look.
As they got closer, Ye Zhenzhen felt her steps getting heavier.
She didn't dare to look up at Wen Baijing, for fear that she would lose control of her emotions and her pretended calm would collapse in an instant.
Lin Luoyu said calmly with a smile on her face, "Ye Mao is very worried about you..."
Wen Baijing was stunned when he heard this, and walked forward slowly without leaving any trace.
The moment the two people passed each other, the cold pine and cypress trees were wrapped in the howling wind and snow.
Ye Zhenzhen froze in place, conflicting emotions tormenting her over and over again. It was so overwhelming that she could hardly control herself.
Turning her head, Wen Baijing's tall back came into view. But she was not qualified to walk beside him, nor did she have the strength to walk side by side with him.
He is a towering snow-capped mountain, and she is a speck of dust at the foot of the mountain.
When I got home and saw the WeChat message from Wen Baijing, I felt mixed emotions, and endless sorrow was floating in my chest.
Lying on the bed in despair, she felt trapped in a cage by unprecedented complex emotions, unable to find a way out.