lost lover

Chapter 18

Just as Zhang Yihan was about to agree, she suddenly realized, "Mr. Meng, the place where you live is too remote. Even if you take a taxi, stepping on the accelerator all the way will take more than 10 minutes!"

"Who mentioned my house? I'm going to South Railway Station to take the high-speed train... I bought the ticket for you, and there are still 10 minutes to go."

"Huh? Hello..."

Before Zhang Yihan could figure out what was going on, the other party had already hung up the phone.

She glanced at her watch, it was already [-]:[-], and she had to get to the South Railway Station to take the high-speed train before [-]:[-].

She turned around like an ant in a hot pot, and went to the bathroom to wash up as fast as she could.

Shen Siyu saw her brushing her teeth in front of the mirror with extreme urgency, her mouth was full of white toothpaste foam, she had never seen her cousin in such a hurry, because she was always very measured in doing things, and would prepare in advance.

She did not forget to joke, "Sister, who are the cold noodles? It sounds delicious?"

Zhang Yihan just drank water to rinse her mouth, and after listening to Shen Siyu's words, she sprayed it on the mirror on the wall.

"Don't talk nonsense, he is my boss!"

Zhang Yihan didn't have time to clean the glass, so she started to wash her face.

"Could it be that you were eaten by a cold-faced boss so quickly, oh! My god! Could this be the...office romance in a romantic novel?"

Zhang Yihan took a handful of water, but the water didn't wash off her face, but splashed onto the pajamas she was wearing, making her very wet and uncomfortable.

She looked at Shen Siyu with a bright smile, angrily and amusedly, "Sister, don't be a nympho, I didn't see... Your sister and I are going to die of anxiety, are you still adding fuel to the fire here? The bathroom was cleaned for me..."

"Sister Yihan, my mother left breakfast for you, eat before leaving!"

"It's too late...don't worry, I have something to eat in my bag!"

She rushed out of the bathroom, changed her clothes, packed her suitcase, and left the house in a hurry.

Shen Siyu clasped her hands in front of her chest, looked at her back as she left quickly, and nodded like a wise old man, "Hmm! This cold noodle seems to have eaten her up."

South Railway Station is located in the south of Yucheng City. It is built in the suburbs outside the city center and stands beside the river.While driving on the high-speed rail, you will see a leisurely beauty with beautiful rivers and lush greenery, which is different from the bustling city and busy traffic.

Zhang Yihan was sitting in a box in a VIP sightseeing area in the high-speed rail, and the two seats behind her were empty.

In the whole box, there were only her and Meng Hang, and they were quiet and at ease.

He was reading a magazine, without raising his head, he said, "Have you been chased?"

Zhang Yihan thought that he was fascinated by reading, so she quietly opened the suitcase at her feet, found a small mirror and a comb, and was combing the messy hair that had been blown all the way.

She said in a daze, "Of course someone is chasing me, but I don't think it's suitable and we can't be together."

A faint smile appeared on the corners of Meng Hang's lips, "I didn't ask if you were chased by someone, I asked you...you were chased, and your hair is messed up like a crazy woman."

Zhang Yihan restrained the smile on her lips, and her tone of voice became light, "No, I chased you, and my long hair was disheveled in the wind..."

"You can't catch up with me, I won't get married before the age of 30."

Meng Hang threw the magazine in his hand on the chair, adjusted the chair to a flat lying position, put on a black eye mask, and closed his eyes to rest.

Zhang Yihan smiled helplessly, is he a little too narcissistic.

She thought of one thing, "You don't have my ID card, how can you help me buy a ticket?"

"Chu Qinglang will help me find a solution."

She laughed secretly, Chu Qinglang is really his caring little cotton-padded jacket, almighty little secretary.