The Tablemate She Is A And Valiant - Chapter 58

Lin Qingyu fished out Jing Xing’s cell phone number in the contact list and sent a short message over.

— “Tablemate?”

This time, Jing Xing’s message came back quickly, with just one simple word and one punctuation mark.

— “Hmm?”

When she saw that he had texted back, Lin Qingyu suddenly felt a sense of relief, her fingertips stopped at the dialing button behind his name, and she hesitated whether to dial it or not.

In fact, she is the kind of person who does not like to call, what can not be said in WeChat or text message, but must call, but recalled the cold, dark eyes, she froze for a moment, suddenly sighed like a compromise, but dialed the number.

The ringing was only half-hearted before it was picked up.

The other side of the phone was very quiet, no sound could be heard, not even the sound of breathing.

Lin Qingyu’s knuckles holding the phone tightened slightly, she opened her mouth and opened it tentatively, “…… tablemate?”

“Hmm?” Jing Xing’s voice came over the receiver through the phone.

His voice didn’t sound much different from usual, just slightly muffled, like he hadn’t rested well.

Lin Qingyu unconsciously licked her lower lip, inexplicably a little nervous, then she spit on herself, just a phone call, you nervous shit!

The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

I didn’t expect her to suddenly say this, after a slight pause, Jing Xing said in a dumb voice: “Yes.”

“Then do you have time today?” Lin Qingyu asked again.

He seemed to smile a little: “Yes.”

She swept her watch down, and the time shown on it was eight forty-seven.

Lin Qingyu: “Then …… ten o’clock, we’ll see you on North Street?”

Jing Xing gave a hmph and said, “Good.”

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingyu rubbed her eyes and slowly jumped down from the hanging basket wicker chair.

The sky was clear today, it was still early, the daylight was bright but not hot, she yawned lazily, changed out of her pajamas, took a yellow fisherman’s hat and buckled it on her head, stepped on her canvas shoes and left the house.

North Street is not close to her home, but Lin Qingyu saw Jing Xing come out of the bar on North Street, so she guessed that his home should be quite close to there.

After leaving the neighborhood, Lin Qingyu walked ahead and stopped a cab at the intersection.

On the first day of the National Day holiday, the road was jammed to the inch, everywhere was crowded with black people, a twenty-minute drive, the road was blocked for nearly an hour, but she went out early, when she arrived at ten o’clock there were two minutes.

Jing Xing was standing in the shade of the old acacia tree at the end of the street, and recognized his little table from the crowd.

The little girl was wearing white strappy shorts, with a round fisherman’s hat on her head and a small fluffy crossbody bag on her shoulder, walking from far across the road, looking more and more like a glutinous rice dumpling just out of the steamer.

The more you look like a glutinous rice dumpling just out of the steamer, the hotter it is.

Once at the destination, Lin Qingyu paid the money, busy rolling down from the car, a deep breath of fresh air, the kind of stifling heat inside the cab, mixed with the vague smell of exhaust fumes blocking her chest.

Just when I wanted to send a message to Jing Xing to ask him where he was, Jing Xing’s WeChat message popped up from the phone interface – “Gnome dumpling, look forward.”