Chapter 111 We rarely contact each other
The old man would definitely be unhappy. She could imagine him saying something about how she was Zhai Yang's ex-wife, from the same circle, and how she was a married woman. He shouted, "It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous," and he kept saying she was ridiculous.
It's ridiculous that she's unstable, and it's also ridiculous that she wants to settle down and get married.
What the hell is so ridiculous.
She might as well change her name to Absurd, since the old man has a special liking for this word.
The old man had an illegitimate child when he was young, and he raised him for so many years as if she didn't know. Fan Ci'en took out a cigarette from his arms, his expression gloomy, his thin lips pursed up to make them shiny and slightly neurotic.
She is not a fool after all.
She knows everything she should and shouldn't know.
Cui Jing came out from under the deck and saw the female Alpha with her back to her lighting a cigarette and blowing the air in the same posture as holding an incense stick before burning it. The ashes scattered like incense sticks in the depressions of her bony hand bones.
She is actually a bit thin.
There seemed to be an unusual, addictive smell in the air, a more alluring scent than that of ordinary cigarettes.
"Fan Ci'en, turn on a hotspot for me."
Fan Ci'en threw the cigarette into the sea, took out his phone and diligently opened a hotspot. "The password is 1djtk3, uppercase AC, lowercase a."
"Capital AC, what's behind it? Why is it so complicated? Wait, speak louder." Cui Jing wanted to hit someone.
"Then come closer." Fan Ci'en said gloomily, "I just want to spend more time with my wife."
I don't want to at all.
Cui Jing's eyelids twitched again. Seeing her stand up, Cui Jing took a few steps back but was still hugged by the neck. Fan Ci'en not only smelled of tobacco but also had a disgusting mint smell, which was very cool. "Look at your phone. Lowercase B."
Cui Jing pressed the keyboard.
She typed the last letter uncomfortably, and when it showed a successful connection, a shadow approached her. She dodged for a moment, and the arm on her shoulder tightened and she leaned back, and a kiss fell on her eyes.
Cui Jing closed one eye, her eyelashes sticking to her lower eyelid.
Because of anger, his face was as red as a rosy cloud, and he suppressed his anger and said, "Don't go too far."
"I'm sorry. It's my bad."
Cui Jing looked unhappy. She pushed her away and went down to the deck.
Cui Jing turned on her mobile phone and played some of the recording files. The information presented in the conversation vaguely showed her situation of being restricted in her freedom.
If you are kidnapped abroad, the first thing you need to do to escape is to contact the local Chinese embassy, seek some help, leave some traces, and then return to China to report to the police.
But leaving a trace at the embassy now might cause complications.
She was eager to return home.
Her passport and ID were all taken away, and she was kidnapped abroad. According to the law, she is now an illegal immigrant. But...does she really have no entry record? Thinking of this, she tried to log in to the National Immigration Bureau's government service platform website.
Account number, personal information, account number and password.
She had changed the passwords for all of these to prepare for subsequent travel plans. She remembered them all.
Mobile phone verification code. This is impossible. The next verification method is face recognition. Cui Jing breathed a sigh of relief.
Verification successful.
After refreshing, she suddenly saw her entry information. With the entry information, she was not considered an illegal immigrant.
How did she get the entry information? Who helped her pass the security check? Could Zhai Yang really have such connections? Is this reasonable?
But he has enemies, Fan Ci'en in the open and Zhai Tianyu in hiding.
The enemy of the enemy is the friend.
Cui Jing couldn't sleep, so she went through all the people who could be used after returning. Chen Shurong, Wang Xiaoming, Zhai Tianyu, Fan Ci'en, Jie Jin, and even Auston, the male partner who admired Xue Yijie. Cui Jing crossed out Fan Ci'en's name first.
Chen Shurong and Wang Xiaoming are her friends;
Zhai Tianyu is Zhai Yang's enemy;
Auston is Xue Yijie's lick dog, in extreme cases, he can be sent to find Xue Yijie. Xie Jin can be considered her lick dog, a stalker, useless, rely on brother.
As for Fan Ci'en...
Fan Ci'en seemed to be very happy to fight Zhai Yang to the death. As if she were the emperor above, Fan Ci'en used this as an excuse to issue a military order. Regardless of whether she would bear the losses in the event of a defeat, she would always reward the army for a victory.
However, she was an emperor whose treasury was emptied and she could not give him any rewards, so she just wanted to distance herself from the emperor.
When people use it, they will hate it.
She suddenly realized how disconnected she was from this world. It seemed as if she... had never tried hard to integrate into this world.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for many people.
On the Ice and Fire Island, the housekeeper got up several times at night and sat on the toilet in the bathroom, losing control of his emotions. He knew that at dawn, his work would be over.
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"I wish you good health, freedom, and laughter forever." Warm smiling eyes and cherry lips.
Push back, push back...
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. I wish you good health, I wish you freedom, and I wish you always laugh."
Birthday song. Birthday song for her.
Be quiet.
Chen Shurong opened her eyes from the bed. The old man said, if you dream about someone you haven’t thought about for a long time, does that mean you have been forgotten by that person... right?
Chen Shurong regained consciousness and thought about the newspaper again. Why didn't she know what happened to her? The latest news said that she had a boyfriend.
Chen Shurong didn't care about the man's appearance.
The last time they contacted each other was on New Year's Eve, and the last call was made by Jingjing. At that time, she was playing games with her sister, with whom she got along well, and others.
There are fireworks outside.
She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say except blessing, feeling a little strange, she felt that it was the end. Whenever she had this strange feeling, it was the time when a friendship stagnated and interrupted, and after that it was all empty and false courtesy.
Chen Shurong threw back the quilt from the bed and sat in front of the hotel window, admiring the snow scene on the top of Xueshen Mountain. There were tall lampposts outside the hotel. It was snowing heavily outside, like a group of barbaric and inferior Alphas fighting unilaterally against the air.
The simulated campfire in the room was warm, and the red light was reflected on her knees and nightgown.
She recalled some of their past interactions.
Jingjing... likes to stay on the sofa, feeling lazy and lacking energy.
She stayed at her house for a few nights, and sometimes she would see Jingjing sleeping comfortably on the sofa with the TV in the living room on until dawn.
Jingjing likes some animated feature films with sound effects, such as Tom and Jerry and In the Garden Baby. She also likes stream-of-consciousness movies, some slow and restrained camera movements, and nature documentaries.
I also watch popcorn comedies and commercial movies with her, and carefully analyze the rules of the variety show secret room and the red lines between the members of the dating variety show. She is really smart and perceptive, and often hits the nail on the head.
Chen Shurong fell asleep on the sofa. When she woke up, it was bright and the clock showed seven o'clock.
It seemed like her neck was stiff. She didn't have the habit of sleeping on the sofa, and she didn't know how she fell asleep. Chen Shurong's neck was sore when she touched it, so she held her neck and made an appointment for shoulder and neck rehabilitation, and a spa in the afternoon.
The dining hall was tall and warm, and outside the glass windows, heavy snow was falling without a single breeze. The mountains were covered in white snow, and all sounds and restlessness were suppressed.
The staff made a phone call to verify the communication with the foot of the mountain. Last night's snow collapsed a small iron shed outside the hotel, which was enough to prove the power of snow. Several staff members wore hats and earmuffs, and jackets over down jackets. They took safety measures and walked down the mountain with their equipment to check the situation of the base station.
This is a private ski resort built by a ski enthusiast who made his fortune in security. It was gradually renovated and developed into a holiday center. It is not open to the public and only receives private members.
Every year during the cold and snowy season, the heavy snowstorms would block the road up the mountain. Sometimes not only communications but also radios would have problems.
The people who built the hotel were well prepared for this. The hotel's food and resource reserves can support the number of customers the hotel receives and the lives of all the staff for thirty years.
Some people go here to live an isolated life for a few months, to daydream and release their speeding brains.
Chen Shurong always feels out of shape. Sometimes she doesn't want to interact with others, and sometimes she wants to go out and play with a large group of people at the same time. Her sister says she is too impetuous.
It's time to meditate.
It just so happened that she hadn't skied for a long time, so she went with her lively sister who she could get along with. It would be more lively with her around.
Communication throughout the hotel seemed to be poor.
Chen Shurong looked at the red circle on her phone when the signal was being sent. She was having a Chinese breakfast, but the message she sent to her sister failed several times.
A man hooked his arms around her neck from behind, with a spring-colored jadeite hanging on his wrist, the spring green with a hint of purple.
"Rongrong, why did you get up so early today?" My sister spoke with a burst of high spirits.
"I was dreaming. I couldn't sleep, so I got up."
"What are you dreaming about?"
"I dreamed of Cui Jing. I dreamed about my birthday and even the first time I met her." It was a very ordinary meeting. She carefully picked out a bracelet from several drawers at home, packaged it and gave it to her.
"Cui Jing? The Beta woman who did your nails, you two haven't been in touch for a long time. Are you still hanging out? Why didn't I see her during the Chinese New Year?" The younger sister picked up a fried dough stick and spread yogurt on it, "What's that expression on your face?"
"You look disgusted. What do you eat when you are abroad?"
"What's wrong? It's delicious." The younger sister gulped down elegantly, "Well, you haven't finished yet?"
"We rarely contact each other." Chen Shurong's eyes flashed with the pair of warm, smiling eyes and cherry-colored lips in her dream. She said lightly:
“I’m not playing enough.”