When I Fell For You (MTL)

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At the end of the work, Qing'an received another message from Ning before leaving the WeChat account.

"good night". It's that simple two words.

When Qing'an swiped her finger, she accidentally clicked on Ning's profile picture, so after clicking on it, she saw Ning's WeChat profile.

For female gender, the WeChat ID is lynn89, which is pretty easy to remember. However, is the number behind her birth year?

It's a coincidence that Qing'an was also in 1989.

After realizing that he could see Ning's Moments album, Qing An clicked it.

When I clicked in, I found that Ning seemed to be a freelance photographer, and there were a lot of sample pictures she took in it. It's no wonder that Ning didn't set the permission to not show to outsiders in Moments. After all, as a photographer, she relied on Moments albums to show things to outsiders and then took orders.

Speaking of which, the sample pictures taken by Ning look pretty good.

Qing'an just wanted to find a photographer with this kind of simple, casual and unpretentious shooting style at the end of the year. Unfortunately, after searching for a long time before, I couldn't find a satisfactory photographer.

She saw the works of more than ten photographers back and forth, and felt that the shooting methods were too routine. She doesn't want herself to be photographed like that.

She had never actively added a listener before, but this time she had a need, so she immediately copied Ning’s WeChat account and used her private WeChat account to add friends.

In the verification message box, Qing'an typed the word "listening".

Go downstairs, sit in the car, play soothing light music, and drive to your residence in the late night city.

The street lamps swept back, shining on the glass and stepping into her pupils.

Coming to the convenience store that he patronizes every day, Qing An still took a sugar-free whole wheat bread today.

However, Qing'an discovered that the cashier had changed when he took things to checkout.

The little girl who had been familiar with her before was gone, and she was replaced by a new face.

The new cashier didn't chat with her anymore. After checking out, he picked up his mobile phone and played there.

Qing An didn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation either, just took his own things and left the convenience store.

May be really worn out by the unchanging life. If in the past, she might still ask "Did you just come to work", but now, for new people or things, she doesn't bother to take care of them unless it is necessary.

When the automatic door opened, a cold wind hit her, causing her body to have a little goose bumps.

There is a feeling that everything has changed in an instant.

Qing'an stuffed the small bread into the bag, let out a long breath, got into the car, and drove home.

On the west side of the city, there is a concrete villa.

In the study room on the second floor, there is a bookshelf full of books, and in front of the bookshelf, there are white tables, white computers, white small keyboards, and white mice.

However, on the computer desk, there is a pot of green plants. The touch of greenness adds a little vitality to the originally cool environment.

Yu Youning, wearing a thin black suit, sat in front of the computer desk in the study, slightly rolled up his sleeves, and took a small scissors to cut out a half-withered plant leaf.