Rong City Reunion

Before parting, at the gate of Rong City University.

Zhuang Jiayi looked at the handsome man standing not far away, her feelings quite complicated.

In Rong City, he was still considered hers, at least by a small margin. But now that he's gone, he belongs to someone else, to someone else's boyfriend. The arm she once rested her head on will now be embracing another girl.

I spoke very magnanimously, but now, looking back, I feel quite uneasy.

"I'll surprise you later. Time management master? No way," Zhuang Jiayi muttered to herself.

Zhang Yang came alone, and when he left, he packed all his belongings into the Hermes bag he had just bought.

"Oh, right, here's a bag for you." Zhang Yang took out a bag he had picked out in Taikoo Li when he checked out of the store.

He can't really be considered a true super-rich person right now, so he can't afford to give away houses and cars so easily. Even if he were a super-rich person, he wouldn't just casually give away houses and cars.

I can't give away other things, but I can afford to give away bags worth tens of thousands of yuan.

"A bag?" Zhuang Jiayi took the bag, her eyes filled with a mixture of joy and a sense that it was too valuable to accept.

"Just take it. Do you think I spend money on girls so easily?" Zhang Yang said casually.

"Really?" Zhuang Jiayi hugged her bag, her eyes lighting up with joy.

"Absolutely true." Zhang Yang nodded firmly.

"Who knows how many girls you've spent money on?" Zhuang Jiayi said, a mix of delight and reproach, as she opened her arms to Zhang Yang. "Give me a farewell kiss."

People were coming and going at the school gate, and many noticed the scene of the tall, handsome guy carrying the petite girl.

The scene was so beautiful that many people took out their phones to capture it.

"The boy looks like he's from outside the school."

"Another high-quality girl has disappeared."

"I advise you guys to stop playing games all day long. Open your eyes and see how many girls are left, how many pretty girls are left?"

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I flew Sichuan Airlines on my way there, and China Eastern Airlines on my way back.

Sitting in the first class cabin of China Eastern Airlines, looking at the equally enthusiastic flight attendants, Zhang Yang suddenly missed the Sichuan Airlines attendants in their red and black uniforms.

Yes, and that tone of voice, like talking to a child.

He sat by the porthole, his wrist casually revealing Audemars Piguet. Tall and with a thin-lipped, straight-nosed face, he seemed to be lost in thought.

Honestly, they were absolutely insane with killing.

"Mr. Zhang, are you reminiscing about someone?" The China Eastern Airlines flight attendant squatted down and looked up at the handsome man in front of her.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang snapped out of his daze, glancing at the pretty flight attendant beside him who was intently watching him. "No, just someone I met by chance."

"Then you must be a devoted and loyal person," the flight attendant said with certainty.

"Right? I'll strive to become that kind of person." Zhang Yang suddenly laughed.

As they were about to land in Magic City, Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment, seemingly to confirm his earlier suspicions. He looked at the flight attendant and hesitated slightly.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Um... can I have your personal WeChat?" Zhang Yang asked the flight attendant.

The flight attendant's fair and pretty face flushed red instantly.

A little while later, a small note with neat handwriting was given to Zhang Yang.

The plane landed around noon.

After nearly ten days, he finally returned to Magic City.

The first thing I did upon returning was, of course, to go back to my accommodation.

I opened the windows to let in some fresh air, hung up the Zegna suit I bought for hundreds of thousands of yuan, and organized my bags and suitcases.

I no longer wear my Vacheron Constantin; I put it in the power reserve watch box that I had prepared in advance.

Although he is currently short of working capital, he is not so desperate as to sell the watch.

"I'll give this watch to my dad later," Zhang Yang muttered to himself.

Rather than selling it secondhand, I'd rather give it to my own father. It's not a matter of whether a watch has been used or not, or whether it's secondhand or not. Besides, I haven't even worn it for more than a few days.

His Cayenne, too, is destined to be driven by his father sooner or later.

After everything was ready, Zhang Yang went downstairs and drove his Bentley Continental GT for a spin.

It's been almost ten days since I last drove it, so washing the car and filling up with gas are things I should do.

On his way to the car wash, Zhang Yang called Bei Wei. He hadn't told her he was coming back beforehand, otherwise there would have been another dramatic airport pickup.

Where is it? In the store?

"Zhang Yang, you're back!" Bei Wei exclaimed with delight. "I went to the company to get my resignation certificate. Oh, and I brought it for you too."

"Okay, I'll pick you up downstairs at the company." Zhang Yang turned the car around and headed straight for the company.

At this time, people are coming and going; it's lunchtime.

Unlike other companies, the colleagues at Mingyang Advertising still have a sense of humanity and won't treat you like a stranger after you leave.

So when Bei Wei came back, many of her colleagues were quite concerned about her recent situation.

"Bei Wei, it seems you two went back to Rong City together?"

"By the way, how's Zhang Yang doing lately? I heard you guys are considering opening a shop?"

With a smile, Bei Wei chatted and laughed with her old colleagues before taking her leave.

"Let's get together more often if we have the chance." As she left, Sister Wang repeatedly urged, "Even if we can't be colleagues, we'll still be old friends after work."

"Yes, Sister Wang." Bei Wei smiled, waved gently, and left the company first with her resignation certificate.

Inside the elevator, she pressed the button for the first floor and then the close button.

Just before the door closed, a figure rushed over from not far away.

"Wait, just a moment."

The person finally made it into the elevator, and the moment they saw Bei Wei, they were overjoyed.

"You must be... Bei Wei? It feels like it's been ages since I've seen you."

Bei Wei frowned, looked at the young man in front of her, and stepped aside.

Who is this?

Oh right, it seems to be someone from the company next door. They even tried to get her WeChat, but she ignored them.

Seeing that Bei Wei didn't speak, the boy smiled and didn't seem to mind. "You seem to talk quite a bit with your colleagues. Actually, we're not strangers. Although we don't work in the same company, we've seen each other quite a few times on our way to and from work."

Bei Wei looked down at her phone and continued to ignore him.

The boy didn't give up at all and kept trying to strike up a conversation with her.

Finally, the elevator reached the first floor.

As soon as the door opened, Bei Wei rushed out. She had just contacted Zhang Yang and told him to wait at their usual spot at the company entrance.

"Bei Wei, have you eaten? How about I treat you to dinner? Don't worry, it's not a restaurant around here... It's fine if it's far, I'll drive." The boy said to himself, pressing the car key as he did so, and the headlights of Volvo not far away flashed.

Bei Wei ignored him, too lazy even to show him any disdain, and walked straight towards their usual spot.

"Hey, Bei Wei, why aren't you giving me even a chance? At least give me a chance to get to know each other!" The boy was dumbfounded.

He is afraid of nothing.

But being ignored really made him feel like he had no energy to use.