Chapter 2 — Love Begins Under the Magnolia Tree

I looked into his eyes, thinking about the words I had just eloquently declared, my face suddenly turned red. At that moment, something shaggy suddenly rubbed against my leg. I cried out in surprise, reflexively hugging Giang Mo Trach's arm. After losing my temper for a while, I discovered that in his hand he was still holding the leash of a small black dog. The dog wagged its tail continuously, facing me as if acting spoiled. Giang Mo Trach skillfully pulled his hand out of my hand and gently reassured: "Don't be afraid, it won't bite anyone." “So it's a puppy.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Just now I was so surprised that I didn't pay attention, only to see the black thing clinging to my pant leg again, I almost lost my mind. I squatted down and started teasing the little dog. Raising my head, I asked: "Is it yours?" He lowered his head to look at me playing with the dog, his eyes slightly fluttering. Then replied: "It's Mo Than's, I'll take it for a walk if I have free time." Hearing that, I silently despised in my heart: Those two people who were immersed in the world of love, even pushed the dog walking task to Giang Mo Trach! While stroking the puppy's head, I suddenly remembered the main purpose of chasing him. I took out my phone and put it in front of him: "Brother Giang, add a contact?" The three words "Mr. Giang" I called were as sweet as pouring honey. Giang Mo Trach seemed a bit unfamiliar with my informal calling. His eyelashes moved and he glanced at me. That look made me, who was always thick-skinned, a little confused. He calmly said: "Sorry, I don't have my phone with me." Sure enough, he was wearing light-colored house clothes and didn't have any pockets on him. I was not discouraged: "So can you read the phone number for me to save?" Giang Mo Trach took the phone, his long fingers gently tapped on the screen. My eyes followed his every move, I couldn't help but exclaim: "Mr. Giang, your hands are so beautiful!" The fingers in my sight paused a bit, but quickly returned to normal. After entering the phone number, Giang Mo Trach returned the phone to me. I happily accepted it. When I got home, I immediately used that phone number to search for Giang Mo Trach's WeChat account, then pressed the "Add friend" button. Note one more line: "Hello, Dr. Giang." Actually, I secretly asked my best friend to find out about him. We found out that he was working at City Hospital No. 2, specializing in Cardiovascular Surgery. Knowing this news, I felt both admiration and regret. The company I work for is also near Hospital No. 2. I go out to eat at noon and often meet doctors there, but I have never had the chance to meet Giang Mo Trach! The note "Hello Dr. Giang" means I thought carefully before choosing it. If I use my real name to send the invitation, he may not agree, but if I write "Dr. Giang", the possibility of him agreeing is much higher. Half an hour later. Giang Mo Trach accepted my friend request. 4 That evening, I texted Giang Mo Trach. 【Mr. Giang, I'm Luong Nhac Am.】 Ten minutes later. Giang Mo Trach replied: 【Hello, Ms. Luong.】 【You can just call me Doctor Giang.】 【Yes, Doctor Giang.】 An hour passed, the chat frame with him was still as quiet as a sheet of paper. I held the phone and stared, waiting expectantly. Thinking for a while, I went online and posted an article: 【Sisters, how to cut down "flowers" here! Waiting online, it's urgent!】 Half an hour later, the comment section under the article exploded: 【Just call him "dear husband", if you call him too much, it will become a real husband.】 【Be proactive! Take the initiative! Take the initiative! Girls attack, just a layer of curtain!】 【There are no cold flowers, only shy men.】 【Just flirt. If he doesn't hate or refuse, just let him go!】 【The ancients taught: If you want to catch him, you have to let him go.】 【……】 Reading the entire comment section, I felt enlightened. Late at night, at 11 o'clock, I sent another message to Giang Mo Trach: 【Doctor Giang, what should I do if I miss you so much?】 Five minutes later, he replied briefly and coldly: 【Don't remember again.】 Made me laugh out loud. I continued: 【Doctor Giang, the moon is so beautiful tonight.】 I heard that this was a very classy, euphemistic confession. As a result, Giang Mo Trach replied: 【It's the first day, there's no moon.】 I: ... Wrong, I'm so embarrassed that it started to thunder outside, and the rain was tapping on the window. 【Doctor Giang, it's raining, have you ever heard the song "Rainy Day"?】 Giang Mo Trach: 【Haven't heard.】 Okay, it's like "water on a duck's back". I refused to give up, continued to text: 【You said at the wedding, "but..." then stopped. What are you going to say?】 Giang Mo Trach replied: 【But I'm very busy, please don't do it. bother.】 I took a deep breath. What an extremely damaging statement. I shouldn't have asked! Before going to bed, I posted a status on Moments (WeChat message board): Text: "Hurt." Attached picture: a broken heart. Tham Tam Nhiem quickly commented a few comforting hugs, and also sent me a private message asking what was wrong. As for that bastard Giang Mo Than... continuously spamming more than a dozen "laughing" icons under my post! 5 The next time I met Giang Mo Trach was at a coffee shop near my company. The moment he walked in, the whole world before my eyes suddenly lit up. For some people, just existing is a beautiful landscape. My eyes constantly chased his figure. Perhaps my gaze was too blatant and hot, so after ordering a drink, Giang Mo Trach turned his head to look around, and his eyes immediately stopped precisely on me. I immediately smiled brightly and naturally. A bit of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he just politely nodded, with no intention of saying hello or chatting a few words. Seeing Giang Mo Trach holding a cup of coffee and planning to leave, I eagerly called out: "Doctor Giang, here!" I also raised my hand and waved it in the air, very visible, impossible to ignore. Giang Mo Than once said that his mother came from a wealthy family that valued politeness. When his father took over the family business, the family was full of sinister undercurrents, so his mother sent Jiang Mo Trach to be raised by his mother's side for several years. Giang Mo Than once exclaimed: he has never met anyone who is both serious and respectful like his brother. Even if he doesn't like it, he won't be rude in front of others. So, with such an obvious welcoming action, Giang Mo Trach certainly wouldn't ignore me. Sure enough, after a brief hesitation, he changed direction and walked towards my table. I watched him approach, smiling from ear to ear, and my heart started to catch again Head pounding out of control. Giang Mo Trach sat down opposite me, pondered for a moment before opening his mouth: "Miss Luong, we met again." I quickly responded, "Doctor Giang, we are so lucky!" Giang Mo Trach curled his lips and smiled faintly. I took the opportunity to continue talking: "Doctor Giang, do you like drinking coffee?" “Just to stay awake.” “Being a doctor must be very difficult, right?” “I'm used to it.” Just like that, the conversation between me and Giang Mo Trach became a "one-on-one question and answer" format. I asked, he answered. Very short, very simple. He was even more reserved than I imagined. Obviously, in his eyes, I'm still just a stranger. I need to let him get to know me a little more. "Doctor Giang, maybe you're not very familiar with me, but you and my brother, Tham Tam Nhiem, have been good friends for more than ten years now." "I know." I raised my head in surprise. Jiang Mo Trach's fingers were resting on a black coffee cup, highlighting his beautiful hands - long, straight, white. As someone who loves both beauty and beautiful hands, my eyes couldn't help but be attracted. Giang Mo Trach picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee, calmly saying: "I've seen photos of you guys together." In the past, we - a group of close friends - often gathered to eat, go out, and took many souvenir photos. I gently touched my cheek, secretly happy. At least, Giang Mo Trach has an impression of me, which is a step forward! “Doctor Giang, do you think I'm pretty?” I smiled and asked. Giang Mo Trach was drinking coffee with his head down, when he heard that he suddenly looked up and looked at me. I guess this is probably the first time he's been asked such a direct question by a girl. There was a slight surprise in his eyes. Unlike Giang Mo Than's generosity, Giang Mo Trach has a calm temperament, his eyes carry a quiet power, like the deep, splendid seabed. My restless heart, under those eyes, gradually calmed down. Being looked at so intently, I suddenly felt shy and a little embarrassed. I quickly picked up my cup of coffee and took a large gulp to hide my embarrassment. A short silence passed before Giang Mo Trach slowly opened his mouth, his voice faint: "Pretty." It's done, it's done.