C75 I Am Unhappy to Create Trouble

Cheng Jian Jun rode his bicycle and the moment Song Hui jumped on it, he held the handle and maintained balance.

Song Hui sat in the backseat of his bicycle. The wind blew her long hair. She combed her hair and looked at Cheng Jianjun's back.

It was a broad man's back. It was so thick and broad, giving her a strong sense of security.

When she caught up with the small stones on the ground, the car bounced up. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around his waist.

Almost at this moment, Cheng Jianjun's face turned red. He felt the girl's slender wrist around his waist, even though her face touched his back in an instant.

He could still feel the intense heat, as if the brand of a soldering iron had been branded on it. It made him feel her existence for a long time. This feeling made Cheng Jianjun laugh. Was this the most memorable love between men and women?

If this was a love, then he was willing to accept this kind of love.

It was as if at this moment, Cheng Jianjun was immersed in the world of the two of them, feeling the first time since he was thirty years old, getting along with the opposite sex.

When he arrived in front of the cinema, Cheng Jianjun bought orange soda and popcorn and passed them to Song Hui. "This is for you. "

"Thank you. " Song Hui smiled.

When Song Hui took the orange soda and popcorn from him, Cheng Jianjun smiled. He looked at Song Hui's long dress and was stunned.

"Jianjun?" Song Hui asked tentatively.

"Huh? Oh, let's go. " Cheng Jianjun walked forward quickly, hiding his panic.

The two of them watched the movie happily. At that moment, Cheng Jianjun felt that he had the same hobby as Song Hui and had the same opinion. They had a wonderful feeling of being on the same side.

After the two of them finished watching the movie, they did not want to go back to the dormitory first. Instead, they walked on the street with their companions.

"Song Hui?" Cheng Jianjun asked the girl beside him.

"Huh?" Song Hui answered shyly.

"What do you think of the future?" Cheng Jianjun wanted to know what the girls were feeling.

"The future?" He was a little nervous to send them back.

"Mhm, future. " Cheng Jianjun tilted his head and looked at Song Hui, the 22-year-old girl.

"I never thought about it. " In the end, Song Hui was still a little girl. She did not have the hope of becoming a family like Cheng Jianjun. She just wanted to fall in love.

"You never thought about it?" However, for a 30-year-old Cheng Jianjun, this was not good news.

"Yeah, I didn't think about it. " Of course, she thought about it.

"Don't tell me you're not in love for. . . For. . . " Cheng Jianjun could not continue. Although it was 2002 now, for him, Love was prepared for marriage. How could love be love?

"Jianjun. . . We're only dating for the first day, even though we feel good about it. But isn't it too early for you to ask this now?" Song Hui's words silenced Jianjun Cheng.

From Song Hui's point of view, it was indeed true. However, on the first day of the date, it was indeed brought up earlier.

However, for a man in Cheng Jianjun's era, if he could not be responsible for girls, why would he need to fall in love? He had spent so much time and could not promise others. Then he would tell her on the first day that it was appropriate or not.

In ancient times, many people fell in love at first sight, and most of them grew in love over time. For people, as long as they carefully protected their feelings, there was no such thing as breaking up relationships.

Therefore, for an old antique like Cheng Jianjun, Song Hui's words didn't have a very good impact on him.

It was as if Song Hui had fallen in love for love, not because she wanted to be in a good relationship and get married to keep up.

The generation gap made Cheng Jianjun silent. He sent Song Hui back, and Cheng Jianjun chose to sit in the small garden of Shanghai's railway department in a daze.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan walked out and came to Cheng Jianjun's side. She rolled up her skirt and sat down. She looked at Cheng Jianjun and asked, "Did you have a good time watching today?"

"What?" Cheng Jianjun came back to his senses and saw Zhang Yuan beside him.

"That girl is young and cheerful. She is so young and beautiful at twenty-two years old. I can't compare to her. However, are you really happy?" Zhang Yuan looked at Cheng Jianjun beside her.

"I'm alright. " Cheng Jianjun didn't want to say that he had received a blow today.

"If love is not based on marriage, why do you need to be in love? You aren't the type of person who only loves, are you? " Zhang Yuan's words caused Cheng Jianjun to suddenly turn his head.

"Yes, that's right. I was not far away when I saw the light in your eyes darken. Do you not understand the feelings of a young girl? " Zhang Yuan tilted her head and looked at Cheng Jianjun, who was beside her.

"You followed me?" Cheng Jianjun's deep voice showed his anger.

"I. . . I just want to know where I lost. " Zhang Yuan laughed at herself. "I graduated from a famous academy, and I'm also the girl that people like in Shanghai's railway department. I don't understand why you're so distant from me. I want to know why I lost. I can't afford to lose. That's why I want to understand. "

"Then do you understand?" Cheng Jianjun asked.

"I still don't understand. I feel like what you did was your fault, not mine. " Zhang Yuan looked at Cheng Jianjun.

"What do you mean?" Cheng Jianjun looked at Zhang Yuan under the moonlight. He had never realized that she had such an emotional side to her.

"I initially thought that it was because of Huang Lin that I avoided him. However, I realized that it wasn't. Later, I thought that it was because I wasn't young enough. Then, I followed Song Hui. I realized that you chose Song Hui not because she was young, but because she was brave enough. She was willing to confess to you. Or perhaps you were thinking of avoiding me at that time, so you jumped off the donkey. Choosing to date her. But no matter what. . . "

Zhang Yuan turned her head and looked straight at Cheng Jianjun. " No matter which one it is, I only know that you chose to run away. So I want to understand escape. "

"I want to know why you chose to run away, or why you chose to run away from me. Until I heard your conversation with Song Hui. Do you think there is no ending for you and me? In your opinion, You don't do things that have no results. Just like how you've decided not to continue with Song Hui, right?" Zhang Yuan's words struck Cheng Jianjun's heart.

"So?" Cheng Jianjun admitted that Zhang Yuan was right. He felt that there was no end to it with her.

"That's why I just want to tell you that I decide who I like. And I choose to tell you, but I don't want to give up. It's because I want to have a positive outcome with you, not a relationship. I feel that you and I are evenly matched, It's the same with my knowledge and experience, as well as my self-learning habits. More often than not, I see you as my partner or like-minded friend, not my boyfriend"

Zhang Yuan looked straight at Cheng Jianjun. "The biggest difference between us is that I think there's a chance for something. I won't give up, I will try my best to pursue the possibility. Even though I will be covered in wounds, Even if it is a defeat on the verge of success, as long as I experience it. . . I will not regret it. But you won't, you'll be afraid. . . You would be afraid that if we had one side, Song Hui would hurt the current peace. You're afraid that we'll ignore each other again. Isn't that right?"

"That's not what you think. " Cheng Jian Jun wanted to deny it.

"Is that so? Is it not what I think, or did you guess wrong, or did I do wrong?" Zhang Yuan looked at Cheng Jianjun. "I only know that you're panicking right now. "

Zhang Yuan directly caressed his heart. He stepped back, and her hand curled up slightly.

"We're really interesting. The man is like a clown trying to escape, while the woman is like a man chasing after him. If this is the result of this chase, with all my effort, you're still avoiding me. Then. . . Forget it. . . . "Zhang Yuan sighed and prepared to get up.

Cheng Jianjun watched Zhang Yuan silently leave and stood up. He looked at her and hesitated.

Zhang Yuan laughed at herself. She had never thought that one day, she would be so unlucky and lose like this.

As they walked further and further away, Cheng Jianjun caught up and grabbed Zhang Yuan's hand. Zhang Yuan looked at Cheng Jianjun in shock.

"If what I want is a result, will you give up halfway?" Cheng Jianjun really only wanted a perfect result.

"No, I will persist. " Zhang Yuan felt that the road had turned around.

"Then, is it still not too late for me to regret it now?" Cheng Jianjun asked again.

"There is still time, I have always given you a chance" Zhang Yuan smiled knowingly.

"Trust me. " Cheng Jianjun held her hand tightly. He wanted to give it a try. Even if it was as uncomfortable as the feeling of failing the college entrance examination back then, he was willing to accept this failure, even though he was extremely afraid of failure. "Unless you let me go, I won't let go. "

"Okay. " Tears welled up in Zhang Yuan's eyes.

Huang Lin glared hatefully at Cheng Jianjun, his face filled with hatred. Very well, he had to make Cheng Jianjun look absolutely awful!

A few days later, Huang Lin and Cheng Jianjun were in the office. Cheng Jianjun was in a good mood now, but Huang Lin was full of anger. It was just in time for Zhang Hong to apply for the National Important Train Program.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan walked in with the documents. "Jianjun, these are the documents for you. Read them first. When I translate them in English, I'll send you some more. "

"Okay. " Cheng Jianjun nodded and looked at the documents for the key train project.

At this moment, Huang Lin saw that the project required a lot of information and immediately came up with a plan.

Cheng Jianjun did not have the habit of locking drawer. After seeing Cheng Jianjun leave, Huang Lin secretly took some of the information into his drawer. Some of the information was the information that Zhang Hong told Cheng Jianjun to put away, and there were also some invoices for Beijing business trip reimbursement.

With this, all of the information was locked in Huang Lin's drawer. Cheng Jianjun must have a headache over the reimbursement of invoices.

Sure enough, the next day, Zhang Hong walked over and instructed, "Small success, reimburse faster. "

"Okay, Division Chief. " When Cheng Jianjun was prepared to take out the invoice to reimburse, the invoice disappeared.

At this moment, Cheng Jianjun felt as if he had been struck by lightning. If this invoice was lost, many of it could not be reimbursed. . . Although some invoices were issued by hotels, this invoice was not widely connected to the Internet. How could he find a copy of the invoice? How could they get an invoice from the hotel in Beijing?

Who would pay the invoice tax? This incident made Cheng Jianjun feel the conspiracy and scheme behind the loss of the invoice.

Huang Lin who was watching on the side was watching with great interest. It seemed like. . . Cheng Jian Jun would have to bear the blame of not doing his job well.