Chapter 333 Xia Qingyi's Memoirs
In the summer when I first met Ji Xunyuan, Xia Qingyi had just turned eighteen, at the age of a young girl.
But her heart was just the opposite, lifeless like a withered flower.
The mother of the director of the orphanage who raised her from a young age was seriously ill. The doctor said that even surgery may not cure her, but this is the only person who has treated her well since she was eighteen, so no matter what, even though only Xia Qingyi didn't want to give up even the ten thousandth hope.
So, against the wishes of the dean's mother, she took the money she had saved for so many years to go to college and used it to treat her illness, but it was far from enough.
Xia Qingyi held the admission notice of Peking University in her hand, and once frantically wanted to tear it up, but thinking of the dean's mother's longing for so many years, she held her hand and told her to, She immediately stopped thinking about it.
So she planned to take advantage of this summer vacation to take care of her while working to earn money.
But it is not easy for a female student who just graduated from high school to find a high-paying part-time job.
She searched a lot on the Internet, and they all said that going to work in a famous club in Beijing is very profitable. Xia Qingyi knew that it was not a good job, and she might be taken advantage of by others, but she had no choice because she was short of money.
After just one week of training, she officially started working. It was the first time Xia Qingyi wore such a short skirt. She felt uncomfortable all over, and even had difficulty walking. But thinking about the people lying in the hospital, she gritted her teeth and straightened her back. Followed a group of girls into the box, their main job is to pour wine.
She didn't want to please those so-called distinguished guests, so she stood aside with her head down, pretending to be a transparent person, but when a boss called her name, Xia Qingyi had to go over to pour the wine.
Suppressing the fear in her heart, she walked over anxiously. Although she was mentally prepared when she came, Xia Qingyi felt disgusted when that big rough hand was pressed against the back of her hand, and she spilled the wine all over the floor in fright.
The boss slapped the table and got angry, and scolded her for not knowing what to do.
Xia Qingyi knew that her job might be ruined.
Just when she was at a loss, a pleasant male voice sounded in her ears, very cold: "Come here and pour wine."
Xia Qingyi didn't even dare to look up at him, and only glanced at him briefly. He was an extremely handsome young man with a cold white skin, dignified and desolate.
At that time, she knew nothing about him.
But for some reason, in the next week, the manager who managed them called the roll every day and asked her to go to the box to pour wine for this guest.
Compared to other people, she is not repulsed, because he never looks at her directly, let alone take advantage of it. The most important thing is that he gives generous tips.
That night, there were thunder and lightning, and the pouring rain poured down. Xia Qingyi changed her clothes and went out, when she saw a low-key and luxurious black car parked in front of her, the windows slowly rolling down, it was him.
He kindly took her to the hospital and gave her a coat.
That night, Xia Qingyi knew his name, Ji Xunyuan, three beautiful words.
The good times didn't last long, and the dean's mother couldn't survive the torment of the illness. On that day, Xia Qingyi cried heartbreakingly. A few days later, she resigned from her job in the clubhouse.
Goodbye, it was at the opening ceremony of Peking University, Xia Qingyi was holding a thick stack of materials, she bumped into his arms recklessly, and this bump would last her entire life.
On a dark autumn night, she hurried to school from her part-time job. She felt a pain in the back of her neck and completely lost consciousness. She woke up and lay on a big soft bed.
After that day, Xia Qingyi moved into Ji Xunyuan's apartment. He was still indifferent to her, and only she and an aunt who cooked in the apartment lived there.
But she knew that their story had just begun, and even if they were separated, they couldn't resist the raging flames of reunion.
She wanted to kiss his heart passionately.
[This encounter should be quite old-fashioned, but I still want to write it out. After all, it also cripples my brain cells. When I first serialized the episode, I wanted to change it, but it was a bit troublesome, so I didn’t change it. It was originally very long , but for some reason, I compressed it to such a short time, I think Ji Xia and his wife still wrote it very well (cover face)]
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