Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Chapter 234 Small screen

Outside the store, a sports car parked by the side of the road and honked its horn.

Zhang Baobao patted his chubby belly, and jumped off the bench satisfied: "Mummy is here to pick me up, don't be afraid, auntie, if you don't show up today, you can stay here overnight."

"Let uncle sleep on the sofa, don't treat yourself badly, bye." He shook his little hand and ran out quickly.

Uncle, Baobao can only help so far.

Lin Weiwei waved his hand in embarrassment, and immediately remembered the card, and hurried over: "Give the card to Sister Xiaoqing, so I can calculate how much I owe."

Six figures is a lot to her, and I'm afraid it will be a long time.

She pursed her lips, unwilling to get involved with money issues with Ji Mingyou and the others.

"Why do I have to give my card to my sister?" Ji Mingyou concentrated on the calculations and thought it was unreasonable, so he said it casually.

"What did you say? Isn't it sister Xiaoqing's?" Lin Weiwei opened his mouth wide in astonishment, knowing that Ji Xiaoqing married into a wealthy family, he naturally thought it belonged to her.

Ji Mingyou coughed lightly to conceal his embarrassment, remembered what he said, with a solemn expression, and closed the account with a "snap": "It belongs to my sister, you heard it wrong, but I keep it. As for the compensation for porcelain, basically Xu Xiangnan paid, so you don't have to worry about it."

"But I can't take nothing..." Lin Weiwei took out the bank card from his small wallet and handed it over.

Ji Mingyou glanced at the figure at the window, immediately interrupted her words, and put it close to his ear: "That man has appeared again, wait until you go to the trash can to throw trash as usual, I will rush from the back door, he should be there followed."

His voice was low and mixed with a little anger, which made Lin Weiwei tense all of a sudden, and walked with hands and feet.

The trash can is behind the store, and after the trash can is placed in the narrow path, only two people can walk side by side.

Lin Weiwei pursed her cherry lips. After being harassed for several days in a row, her spirit was like a rope that was about to break.

"Don't be afraid, I'll just watch you from the window, and I can't do anything to you." Ji Mingyou stretched out his hand, put his warm palm on it, and tied up the garbage bag.

The soothing mint smell wafted back, Lin Weiwei picked up the garbage bag stubbornly, and walked like a clumsy penguin: "Who is afraid, I can hit three such stalkers at once."

Thinking of her walking posture with the same hands and feet, Ji Mingyou smiled in his eyes, curled up his lips, and looked fondly at him: "Okay."

It was dusk, and the leaves cast shadows on the ground.

With a "boom", Lin Weiwei threw the garbage bag into the bucket, clapped his hands gruffly, and looked around from the corner of his eye.

There seemed to be no one, her eyeballs were rolling, it was not easy to escape here, and she might not be able to attract her.

"Really, I wanted to talk to this kid at first." Lin Weiwei waited for a long time, but found nothing unusual, and slowly raised his footsteps.

She lowered her eyes, and when she turned a corner, she saw a dirty men's sneaker, and an ecstatic voice came from above her head: "Are you waiting for me here?"

The whole body seemed to have passed through an electric current, and with a momentary shortness of breath, he raised his head suddenly, and Lin Weiwei almost hit the man's nose.

It turned out that when she lowered her head, the stalker was bending over, staring at her head.

"You pervert, how long have you been with me?" Lin Weiwei had never met such a psychopathic person, even his breathing was trembling, and he punched his face so thin that he lost his appearance.

With a "bang", Lin Weiwei's fist was already red and swollen.

"It seems that I haven't been beaten." The man wiped the nosebleed with his sleeve, smiled habitually, and his eyes seemed to be glued to her.

Lin Weiwei felt a chill, and was about to step back when a sharp object blocked his back. When he looked down, the man was very close, and his arm had already wrapped around his back.

"What do you want to do?" She guessed that she had no idea when venting, and let the stalker drill Confucius, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down and asked.

The man smirked, and slowly spit out two words: "Touch me."

"Go away, it's impossible." Lin Weiwei spat on his face, and goosebumps fell all over his body.

She can't take it anymore, Ji Mingyou, where are you?

"No, feel the pocket on my body, there is something in it." The man didn't care, lowered his head, and spoke with a strong spoken language, as if he had something in his mouth, which was awkward.

Lin Weiwei looked at his expression, saw a piece of paper exposed in his pocket, carefully stretched out his hand, and took out a notebook with a piece of paper in it: "What is this?"

"This is my obsession with you. I miss you so much, but I can't see you all the time."

Listening to the man's words, Lin Weiwei was terribly disgusted, and was about to throw away the notebook when a corner of a piece of paper was exposed.

It was the report of her first entry into the professional circle.

She flipped through it curiously, and it recorded her reports after she was ten years old. The reports of her being injured and quitting the professional circle were marked in red letters: "How did you have these things?"

Oh my god, Lin Weiwei looked confused, could it be his fanatic?

"I collected it, I like you very much, do you know?" The man withdrew his hand and stared at the face in front of him, "You called me Xiaoping and asked me to be your little brother, remember?"

Xiaoping couldn't speak fluently, couldn't say what he meant, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he gestured anxiously with his hands.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of Lin Weiwei's eyes, and Ji Mingyou kicked Xiaoping to the ground, bound his hands, and pressed Xiaoping's head hard.

"Ah!" Xiaoping struggled in pain, his body was thin and weak, but his strength was not weak.

Seeing that he was dishonest, Ji Mingyou hit him on the stomach with his elbow.

It happened so suddenly, Lin Weiwei was stunned, remembering the old memories, he stepped forward to stop him in a panic: "Stop beating, I should know this person, he is not very smart."

"Head is not good?" Hearing the sound, Ji Mingyou stopped and tied him up with great effort, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Yes, listen to my explanation." Lin Weiwei sat slumped on the ground, scenes of the past flashed before his eyes.

Xiaoping's bare skin rubbed against the rough ground, and kept shouting: "I like her, I do."

Lin Weiwei smiled helplessly, seeing that the golden spray paint had faded from the iron trophy tightly clutched in his hand.

Ji Mingyou was upset by the nagging in his ear, bent his slender fingers, and tapped Xiaoping's forehead a few times: "Shut up, you've scared me whether you like it or not."

He still likes it, he didn't confess, and it's not up to the stalker: "Lin Weiwei, what are you laughing at?"

"He said he liked me, so I laughed. No one told me that." Lin Weiwei propped his chin, and the only confession he made was to Xu Xiangnan, but unfortunately he was rejected.

"It seems that you really like it." Seeing that she didn't deny it, Ji Mingyou's eyes flashed brightly.

"Who is this person? Send him to the police station. It's not safe to follow you."

Lin Weiwei helped Xiaoping up, and was surprised when he saw such a change: "No, he must have gotten lost."

"He was born with insufficient intelligence and was bullied. I learned Taekwondo with him."