What good novels do you recommend?

What good novels do you recommend?

My boyfriend’s a little weird, he likes to call me by my name, always talking, always talking.

And then I found out that his name was–

I thought he loved me until he said “face” back…

01

“Your boyfriend came to pick you up from work. “My colleague touched my shoulder and suggested I look out the window.

I turned my head and I saw Qiu Jin cloud standing on the corner. He was wearing a long-winded coat, and the jade trees stood there in the wind, making the streets bright.

My colleague looked at me and said, “Go, go, go, go, go, go. I’m sorry.

So I filmed her with anger, but in my heart it was as sweet as honey, and turned around and walked away.

I have been with Qiu Jin cloud for almost three years. We met each other, and then we walked together.

It’s just that I still don’t know why a good man like him sees me in peace.

“Slow down. Qiu Jinyun saw me running all the way here, holding my shoulder, and he smiled on his face, “So anxious to see me, words.” I’m sorry.

“We haven’t seen each other in a week,” I got in the car and complained to him, “You’re done with your company? I’m sorry.

Qiu Jin Yun put on my seatbelt, and I’ll take you to eat good food to make up for it. I’m sorry.

Of course I did.

I’ll say yes to everything he says.

After all, I like him so much.

That restaurant again.

Since we’ve been with him, we’ve been here almost once a month.

I don’t know why he’s so fond of this restaurant.

When Qiu was sitting in his car and saw that the waiter was new, he smiled and told her, “Don’t put onions in the food.” My girlfriend doesn’t eat onions. I’m sorry.

I didn’t say anything.

In fact, I don’t eat onions, but every time I come to this restaurant, the waiter asks Qiu if Qiu Jinyun does not put onions according to the old rules, and I thought he didn’t like it.

He thought I didn’t eat it.

We started eating, and there’s a dish that I’d rather eat, so let Qiu go to the kitchen.

He just got up and left, and his cell phone, which was on the table, was ringing.

I wasn’t going to look at his cell phone, but the person who called kept calling and the phone kept ringing.

I was afraid my phone would fall on the ground, so I had to move it inside.

I just picked up my phone and I hung up, the screen was lit and two messages came out.

Wu Jing: Where are you? Why didn’t you answer the phone?

Wu City: Yan Ning Ning is back!

Yanning.

I know who she is.

She’s Qiu Jinyun’s ex-girlfriend.

After two years in college, the girl had to leave the country to study.

When Qiu Jinyun and Qiu Ning Ning were at school, my best friend was a friend of Qiu Jinyun, and she told me about this.

She told me that after Ying Ning left, Qiu had been in the dark for a long time and that he was very fond of being here.

So, when my best friend found out I was with Qiu Jin Yun, she was very shocked and she told me that she didn’t appreciate our relationship.

She didn’t think we could be together for so long.

The phone is shaking again. I put my phone back in a panic.

Just as Qiu had returned, he picked up his cell phone and pressed the listening button.

Qiu Jinyun went outside to pick up his phone, and I saw him standing under a street light.

I wanted to eat that dish, but I lost my appetite.

After more than 10 minutes, Qiu has returned.

I asked him who he was on the phone, and he told me in a quiet way that it was the company’s business, and asked me to eat quickly and to get ready to go home later.

He’s lying.

I know, but I’m not afraid to poke him through, and I’m not afraid to look into the reasons for his sudden indifference.

02

When he came home at night, Qiu close cloud shrunk into the library until almost 11:00.

I saw him cold and I didn’t dare ask. I just said I had to work tomorrow and let him sleep early.

Qiu responded and turned to the bathroom to wash.

He never looked at me.

I kept my eyes closed. At 2:00 in the morning, I sat up and watched carefully the sleeping clouds of Qiu.

Sleeping Qiu closes the clouds without the coldness of the day, with the eyebrows stretching and the horns up, and it looks like a dream of some joy.

I held my breath and looked at him quietly. He’s been asleep, and there’s no sign of waking up.

I took his phone peacefully from the bedside cabinet.

Three years together, I never checked his phone.

Today is the first time.

Sitting in the bathroom toilet, I’m going to lower my head and enter the code.

Wu Jing: Are you coming to the reunion? Early to next Saturday.

Qiu Jinyun: I’m busy next Saturday.

Wu Cheng made a smile: Are you sure? The party is on Saturday.

My heart just slipped and I held my breath and barely looked down.

I long to know the answer of Qiu close to cloud, but I fear it from him.

My best friend is on a business trip with us, and I’ve already made a deal with Qiu Jinyun.

I took a deep breath and went down to the screen.

Qiu’s response is reflected in my curtains. He responded to a list of ellipses.

Revert ellipses? That means no, right? I was so relieved that my eyes were almost wet.

Thank God Qiu Jinyun rejected Wu City. An ex-girlfriend is a past for him.

Wu Cheng responded to a smileful face bag, and I was about to lock the screen and suddenly saw news sent to Wu City more than two hours later.

He said: Send me the address of the party.

Tears pouring into my eyes fell all over the phone screen, and I wiped them off and laughed at myself.

Tell Wu Qing he’s going to the party for two hours and he must be upset. After two full hours, he chose to attend a reunion and meet his ex-girlfriend.

Put the phone back in the nightstand and I lay in bed, with my eyes open until dawn.

I’m scared. But I dare not say anything, I dare not ask. Fear that the soap bubble will be punctured.

I’m really sick.

And when my best friend came on Friday, and I was going out to pick up my best friend, and to change my shoes, I inadvertently reminded Qiu about him and asked him to book the next day’s restaurant.

Qiu’s cloud responded to me with salt, watching me go out.

I looked at his cold face and couldn’t tell what it was like.

I couldn’t help but tell my best friend everything. And my best friend was cooler than I was, and she comforted me by saying, “It’s just an old classmate, and don’t be too sensitive, but Ying Ning is just a former girlfriend, and you were with Qiu for three years.” Unless his conscience is eaten by a dog, he’ll get along with you. I’m sorry.

“That’s all I can think about. *I barely smiled at my girlfriend, but I couldn’t get the sour in my heart *

I still love Qiu Jin cloud. I don’t want to break up. So I can only endure.

My best friend has been comforting me all the way. She has asked me to follow Qiu so quietly tomorrow that we can figure it out first.

At her instigation, I sent a message to Qiu Jin Yun to tell him that I was staying with my best friend at the hotel tonight and I didn’t go home to sleep.

After the message, I held my handle and waited for more than half an hour before my phone vibrated.

Qiu closes the cloud with a “good” and nothing to ask.

I admit I’m disappointed.

I used to go to a party with a friend, and as long as it’s past 10:00 p.m., he’ll call and sometimes come and pick me up.

Now he won’t even hit a word.

Thinking about it, my girlfriend suddenly shot me on the shoulder, suggesting I called.

The heart that was lost started beating again.

I’m sweating a little, I don’t know what’s going on. I’m even a little nervous when I pick up his phone.

I found myself as a gambler.

My heart is all I have.

It was on the table naked, waiting for the clouds to take it away.

Qiu Jinyun’s voice was on the other side of the phone: “Sorry to say that the company is busy tomorrow and I can’t come to dinner with you.” But I’ve made a reservation for you at the restaurant, so you can go straight to the restaurant.”

My heart does not look at it much.

My chips became a joke.

03

The best friend turned several people to ask Qiu close cloud where they were having dinner and got a photograph.

and a picture of the clouds and the tanning.

The photo should have been taken in the autumn, with Qiu Yoon wearing a windshirt with two cups of milk tea in his hand and smiling at the girl who looked down and smiled.

It’s not because this raisin is still on, nor because he never drinks milk tea, but he has two cups of milk tea on his hands.

But because I saw for the first time the cold clouds of life, and they also had a plentiful face.

My best friend was staring at the picture with me, and suddenly she looked at me with surprise: “Well, from this perspective, you look familiar. I’m sorry.

I looked at the screen, but the two people in the picture laughed too loudly, and their happiness burned my eyes, and my eyes burst out of the picture, and I laughed, “Is that right? I don’t think so. I’m sorry.

“Maybe I’m wrong,” and my girlfriend looked at me again, and she pushed me to get out of the house. I’m sorry.

We took a cab to Qiu Jinyun’s place where they were having dinner, and there was a cafe across the street, and we found a place to sit by the window.

Just ten minutes after I sat down, I saw a familiar car coming.

I quickly covered my face for fear of being found by Qiu Jin.

But I obviously think too much.

After Qiu had come down from the car, he went around the other side and opened the door for the co-pilot.

The next moment, a beautiful and delicate face appeared in my eyes.

It’s Yanning.

I could see the smile on his face from the distance of a street, where Qiu had said a few words.

Very gentle, very spoiled. I don’t know what I’ve been doing before.

He took his arm with him.

Qiu Yung gave her the keys to the attendant next door and took her up the stairs.

I bowed my head.

My best friend put her hand on my back and comforted me silently.

That night I remembered a lot of details.

Remember that Qiu had dinner with friends, and I was worried that he was drunk and driving across half the city to pick him up. At that time, he sat upside down on the wine table and his eyes were red.

I also asked his friend what happened to him, how his eyes were so red, and his friend said he was drunk.

Then I knew that it was that day that Qiu had learned of the new love of Qianjin.

His eyes are red. He sheds tears for her, doesn’t he?

I remember a time when Qiu Jin Yun got the lottery, and he bought the lottery, and the last two were always 12.

And I asked him why he bought it like this, and he smiled softly and said, 12 is his lucky number.

Then I realized that December 12th was the day of Qiu Jinyun and Yaning Ning Ning.

He never said he forgot her. He never said he loved me.

Maybe I got excited and then I got home and started the low fever.

I’m burned and I feel like I’m making a phone call to Qiu Jinyun.

The phone rings a few times, and it just picks up.

“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

We asked him, “When will you come back, I seem to have a fever. I’m sorry.

“I’m still working late, I’m going to the hospital with a fever, and your best friend, let her show you.” I’m sorry.

Qiu Jinyun was saying, “Where’s my clothes?” I’m sorry.

As soon as I got my head blown, my phone was hung up, and there was only a single chorus in my ear.

Qiu Jinyun, hang up on me.

I’m cold. I think I must’ve burned even harder.

My best friend took me to the hospital.

I was drowsy and leaning on the bed, and she sat in front of my bed and fell upon me.

When I woke up, the needle had been pulled out of my hand and my best friend handed her phone to me in silence.

It’s a friend-circle. It’s called “Yanning.”

She said, “Thank you for waiting for me. I’m sorry.

The graph is a man’s side face and looks like a peek at a certain angle.

I know that side too well.

Not to mention the tie on his neck that I gave him for his birthday.

And I put my shoes on the ground and said to my best friend, “Go back.” I’m sorry.

It’s been a night and it’s almost light at home.

And I saved that picture and wanted to hear from Qiu Jinyun.

I just waited until 9:00 a.m. and Qiu didn’t come back.

I called him. He fell asleep on the other side of the phone and asked me about something.

I tried to keep my tone calm: “Where were you last night? I’m sorry.

Overtime. I’m sorry.

All night long?

“Yes, tired and resting in the office. Qiu Jin cloud seems to be sobering and knows that the details lie to me.

“Why did you hang up on me?”

Qiu Jin cloud is a little impatient: “The phone was out of power. I’m sorry.

Okay. The phone’s dead. And I laughed, and I said, “When will you be back? I want to talk to you. I’m sorry.

“What’s up, you say it now. I’m sorry.

There’s a loud sound over there, and it’s like the voice of the clouds is boring, like it’s on the phone.

I didn’t say anything. Of course, it’s in person. What’s on the phone?

And when I did not speak, Qiu approached cloud said, “I will be working overtime these days, and I do not know when I will return.” I’m sorry.

“Okay, then watch your body. I laughed again and hung up the phone.

I don’t need his explanation. This timid man, he can’t even stand before me and admit that he never loved me.

I’m tired.

I don’t want to play with him anymore.

04

The company had planned to move me out of the country before, and the job offers were much better than they are now.

I hesitated before because of the cloud.

There’s no need to worry now.

I promised the company I’d pack my things and send them.

I did not want to speak to Qiu Jin cloud, but left him a note telling him to get together and then blacked out all his contacts and embarked on the alien road alone.

The plane took off, and the cities that had stayed for nearly seven years were shrunk in my eyes.

I have unprecedented peace in my heart. People always learn to look forward.

It’s just that it’s no big deal.

Q, I’ve been on a business trip before.

I called a car to report to the company and then I took something back to the rented house.

Because the trip was hurried down, only one rental house was found.

I went upstairs and prayed that my roommate was a good person.

But obviously I’ve been thinking too much. I just broke my doorknob, and I didn’t get ready for it, and I had a dark eye — a man standing behind the door silently!

I almost died of fear and took a big step back.

“Did I scare you so much?” The man touched his head. It’s very confusing.

I took a moment to say, “No…”

I see the man across the street.

He’s taller than my head, in a black coat, and looks like a college student who just graduated.

It’s nice to look at people, but it just looks a little cold, especially when they look at people like this.

I’m not sure I’m in the right place.

When I tried to turn my back, he took a step back from the door and said, “Come in.” I’m sorry.

“…all right. I’m sorry.

There seems to be no mistake.

I took my things and followed him into the house.

The man stood in the living room and showed me a room, “You live there.” I’m sorry.

I noded, looked at his face, hesitated, or said, “Hi, I’m Lorraine. I’m sorry.

The men looked at it, and they ordered it. I’m sorry.

It was a nice name, and I laughed, and I thought I’d be nice to him.

Socially phobia? I was standing in the living room and lamented, and I took my things back to my room.

I packed my stuff and delivered it before Q. I thought I’d go to the doorman and get the delivery, and I pushed it to the door and my package was in the room.

I stopped. I remember I didn’t ask for this service. Why did the package come back?

I was standing in the house, and I went to knock on the door of the season, “The season smell.” I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong?” I’m sorry.

“Did you bring my stuff from downstairs? I’m sorry.

I can’t think of another possibility.

The door was silent for a while, and he said, “Yes, is there something missing?” I’m sorry.

I’m happy. I can’t believe the season smell looks cold.

We said, ‘No less, all are here. Thank you.’

We’ve been talking through one door for half a day, and we don’t smell anything from the room.

I had to knock on the door and say, “Sniff, let’s add one.”

It took almost half a minute before the door was opened.

It still smells like a black hoodie, but it’s just this time.

He stood right in front of me and put his cell phone out in front of me.

I cleaned his two-dimensional code with my phone, and I asked him, “You look so young, just graduated from college? I’m sorry.

“I graduated early, as big as you. I’m sorry.

And I said, “No, how can you know how old I am? I’m sorry.

It was clear that the season had stunned, and he did not answer my question, but he gave an expulsion order: “Are you still in trouble, and I have a little unfinished work. I’m sorry.

It’s a bit hasty.

I think he’s a little weird, but I don’t think much. I’m gonna laugh at him, and he’s not gonna talk. I’m sorry.

Social phobia roommate. I labeled the season.

Good. It’s not easy for me to be socialized.

05

I thought it would be painful for some time, but I just settled down in Q City, and there was a series of things that the company did not give me any time to fall apart.

I’ve been working on it for over a week.

I’m not sure I have time for this.

The boss was too eager to introduce me when he knew I was single.

I didn’t know how to say no to him, either. I couldn’t say no to him.

The same day, I came out of the restaurant with a blind date and met with a seasonal smell.

It’s just that I want to get rid of my entanglement, and I’m really excited about the season.

I’m pulling in my arms and telling the blind man that this is my brother and I’m going back with him.

When I sent the date away, I noticed that the seasonal smell was in my eyes.

I was blinded by him and I let loose his arm.

“You’ve got a boyfriend so soon?” I’m sorry.

He’s been asking me this for some reason, and I stopped and began to explain it unconsciously.

“No, just a blind date. I’m sorry.

“Is it because I’m your brother that I don’t want to stay with him?” I’m sorry.

“Yeah, you’re smart. I laughed at him.

And he smiled, “I see. I’m sorry.

And I patted my chest: “You just scared me. You sound terrible, like a boyfriend. I’m sorry.

♪ Seasonal smell: ♪

When I saw his ears turned red, I realized I was wrong.

“Hey, I’m lying. I can’t talk with my mouth shut! * I’m gonna swing at him and explain. *

I can’t believe you can’t look at me like this.

I laughed at him in my heart.

It was almost a wink, and it entered the cool month of October.

I’ve been working pretty well, not as busy as I was before, and I’ve been in Q for two months.

And I haven’t thought about Qiu in two months.

It’s been the last century.

Leave him, I’m better off.

I stretched out a laziness, and I hit my phone on the table.

It’s the seasonal smell that asks me out for dinner.

By the way, the relationship between me and the monsoons has evolved dramatically over the past two months.

Mostly I like to eat, and the season smells like a senior eater, and he eats almost all the restaurants in the city.

These days, he took me out on the Q town snack street.

I haven’t been so relaxed in a long time.

I looked at the time and let the smell wait for me downstairs.

When I packed my stuff, I was in the basement, and my colleagues were so anxious and laughing at me.

Through the elevator’s reflection door, I looked at myself, and I found that my eyebrows were full of tits.

I reached out and touched the horn of my mouth, and I flattened it.

But when I got out of the company’s door and saw the seasonal smell of standing under a tree waving at me, it got up again.

I found out I had some delicate feelings about the season.

For example, I will look down on him in the crowd, and I will care about his views, and I will even depend on him for some reason.

I know what that means.

But it’s not a good phenomenon. I do not want to enter a new relationship.

I began to avoid him, intentionally or otherwise.

I started looking for things for myself, always working overtime at the company and never promised to go out to dinner with him.

Once or twice is nothing, more times, and the smell is not right.

On this day, when I said I was going to work late, the narration locked the door and stood at the door and looked at me.

I was blinded by him, and I was afraid that he would discover my carelessness and speak less: “What are you doing in the season? I’m sorry.

“There’s something wrong with you these days. I’m sorry.

With the word of certainty, the boy feels a little sharp.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“You didn’t find a boyfriend behind my back?” I’m sorry.

“What are you talking about?” I couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. “When did I get a blind date?” I’m sorry.

Listening to me, the seasons suddenly smiled, and they laughed.

The smile is contagious. I don’t know what he’s laughing at, but I’m laughing with him.

After the laugh, the seasonal smell was tight, like a determination. Then he came towards me.

And the smell looked me in the eye, and said, “Why can’t you see me when I’ve spoiled your mates?” I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

He was so direct, I was scared of him.

It’s going too fast. I can’t help it.

So I slipped away before he noticed.

It’s not a lie to say that he worked overtime. It’s a real day.

When I got to the company, I was too busy to remember that there was another problem at home.

I’m actually happy to know that the season is not just a roommate for me.

But after being happy, I was scared again.

I don’t understand whether my feelings for the season are based on love or just dependence.

I don’t know.

It’s probably the last time I lost my feelings, so I took care of them.

I thought maybe I should tell him the story of Qiu’s close cloud.

06

I’ll take it.

We went around the supermarket after work, and that’s when we went back with a big bag of food.

It’s a little early in the winter in the north. In mid-October there was a chill.

I got half my face in my collar and waited for the car to come over.

A smile came in my ear, and I turned my head and saw the seasons holding the wheel and smiling at me.

I said, “Why are you laughing?” I’m sorry.

“You’re cute.” I’m sorry.

After my last confession, the season smell seemed to have been released and became more and more fond of me.

I smelled a white eye.

“Drive carefully. I’m sorry.

“I’m open, I’m open, I’m in the middle of the season, I’m in the middle of the wheel, I’m in the middle of the season.” I’m sorry.

I warned him, “No talking, no talking.” I’m sorry.

The supermarket was never that far from home.

We fought all the way to the gate.

I’ve been thinking about the new milk and tea shop at the door, and let the Qin put me down.

This new milk and tea shop looks good.

I ordered two glasses and stood at the door.

Suddenly, I heard someone calling me by my name.

I thought it was a Quarterly smell, who knew to look back and see someone who shouldn’t be here.

Qiu closes the clouds.

I was scared, “Chou Jin-yun! What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

Qiu has lost a lot of clouds, and it doesn’t look like it’s good.

I looked at his face, and there was a strange feeling.

Is this man really the same person I liked?

Qiu Jin Yun walked towards me.

I suddenly remembered a few months ago. I feel sick, I step back, and he grabbed me right in the wrist.

It’s like he’s been through some kind of torture, with red blood all over his eyes.

He stood in front of me, looking down at me, and he was still quiet: “You’ve had enough of this. Come with me. I’m sorry.

I said, “What? I’m sorry.

He still thinks I’m the one who said he won’t go west.

He’s still treating me like a fool.

“Did you not see the note I left you?” I’m sorry.

“I disagree. I’m sorry.

“It’s been three months, Qiu Jinyun,” I laughed, “You come and tell me you won’t?” Don’t you know why I broke up with you? I’m sorry.

“I’m stuck in something, how did you…”

He reached out again to get me.

I’m lucky I got rid of him once. I can’t resist if he has to drag me away.

I looked at the pedestrians on the street, and I had a bad secret. It’s embarrassing to pull shit on the street.

Pop! I’m sorry.

Qiu Jinyun’s hand was opened.

I turned my head and I don’t know when to stand behind me.

His face was green, and his eyes were not right, staring at the clouds: “What are you doing? I’m sorry.

“This is why you’re not coming with me.” I’m sorry.

I think the ecstasy soup that Yanning gave him might have been a little heavy.

Queue has a high heart.

He never thought I’d break up with him.

After all, I was a good boy and I loved him so much.

Someone’s been looking around us. I feel ashamed, and I don’t care to talk to Qiu Jin-tao, and I’m going back and forth.

And Qiu Jinyun didn’t know what was wrong with him. He followed me.

The season smells like it’s gonna blow.

He took me a long way on purpose and then blocked the clouds in an alley.

The season smelled like an angry lion, and he was pressed against a wall with a neck full of clouds.

He said, “What are you doing to her? She likes you so much, and you’re going to have to hang out with another woman, and what else can you do to hurt her? I’m sorry.

I’m actually going to talk to you today.

Who knows how close it is to meet Qiu?

The season smell almost hit him.

It’s strange to hear what he hears about me and Qiu.

I never told him that.

When Qiu was taken away from the cloud, I looked at the season and heard: “Do you have anything to say to me? I’m sorry.

And the smell of the season was afraid to look at me, and he turned his head around, and he said, “Well, the milk tea seems to have forgotten. I’m sorry.

“I don’t want to drink. I was staring at him.

The smell of the season is finally beyond my control, and his voice is small: “You used to love the scum.” I’m sorry.

He’s still down.

I said, “What? I’m sorry.

“He’s not as good-looking as I am, he’s not very good, and he’s involved with other girls.

I looked at him with my arm, “Oh, my God. How do you know he’s hooking up with other girls? I didn’t tell you, did I? I’m sorry.

♪ The smell of the season ♪

“Well, you’re a good guess,” and I picked the bulge, and I was like, “Why did we say two words the first time we met?” And you knew we were the same age? I’m sorry.

“Ah, this…”

“And because you don’t like trouble, why would you help a stranger move a delivery home from the front door? I’m sorry.

“I am a good heart.”

Che, I believe in him!

Come home, I’ll text my best friend, ask her what’s going on. Why does he know so well about me and Qiu Jinyun?

My best friend gave me a video call, and the first thing she said was, “Chou is here for you.” I’m sorry.

I was afraid to hear it in the season, and I went back to my room and closed the door: “Yes, what’s wrong with him?” I’m sorry.

“You know,” the girl’s secret says, “Didn’t Qiu Jinyun go out with Ying Ning? You told me Qi Jinyun was an excuse for a week’s business trip. Who knew they were going for more than a month. I’m sorry.

“Huh? I scratched my head, “Where did he get all the fakes?” I’m sorry.

“I hear he’s got a problem with his girlfriend’s house. “Well, my girlfriend was happy, and she said, “Well, you know, he ran into his leader outside! Ha-ha-ha-ha.”

I can’t even listen to this, “What happened? I’m sorry.

“They’re not very good at leading, and then they go back and transfer Qiu to the division, saying they don’t see it, they don’t mind…”

I can listen for a while.

Qiu Jinyun also said that his leadership would be withdrawn for two years and that he should have a chance to advance.

So, his promotions are about to go away.

“What did he come for me for? It wasn’t my bad idea. I asked.

* Don’t worry, I’ll hear you later.* My girlfriend smiled and said, “Yan Ning Ning has been used to being sexual since he was a child, and Qiu has been proud, and no one wants to bow down together and can’t go on.” Isn’t Qiu Jin Yun’s job a problem?

Oh, I get it. The two of you are crashing and Qiu Jinyun is thinking about me.

He didn’t know where to hear from me and ran to Q to try to let me go with him.

Three months without thinking of me, and once I’ve had a hard time, I’ve been thinking of me.

I didn’t know what to say.

And her best friend said at the end of the phone, but only with his heart did he cease.

“Ah, you’ve seen Qiu Jin Yun this season, haven’t you? I’m sorry.

“Wait a minute,” I said, “How do you know my roommate’s name is Qin? I’m sorry.

07

I sat on the couch, I looked at my best friend on the phone screen, and I looked at the smell of the season standing next to the couch, and I said, “So you two came together and lied to me.” I’m sorry.

I told you how many coincidences, they had already made me clear.

Quarterly smell, he was in my old high school class.

I saw him being bullied at school and spoke to him once.

I’ve forgotten this long ago, he remembers.

No wonder he’s so nice to me because he’s supposed to be a stranger.

My best friend argued, “I thought you were coming to Q, and he was willing to lend it to you, so I did.”

I’ll take my head off, “Why don’t you tell me? I’m sorry.

“What’s the point of saying that you forgot about me?” What if you don’t share my rent if you think I have something else? I’m sorry.

The season smells of a big man with a pink apron on his waist, crouching on the ground like a dog who was abandoned.

“So did you deliberately approach me?” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. @Baba: #Jan25 #Yemen

“For a long time? I’m sorry.

“Hmm. The news of the season is nodding.

“Why?”

“Because you’re worth it!” The sound of the season is so sweet that it makes me blush.

“Hey, watch out, there’s someone next to you! The video was hung up by my best friend Haha laughing.

“You’re so good, you don’t value yourself, you’re with you, you’re not responsible, you’re out of line, I…”

Quarterly smell says the eyes are red.

We said, “Now that you know about me and Qiu, you know that I hate being deceived. I’m sorry.

“I won’t lie to you again!” I’m sorry.

I was just about to say something, and my cell phone shook, and I picked it up and I was a friend of mine.

I’m weird. What are you doing here?

I hesitated for a while and finally passed her application.

As I was thinking about pretending I didn’t know her, Yanning sent a message.

YANG Ning: Can you visit him when the clouds are sick?

It’s none of my business that Qiu’s sick.

I returned her a question mark.

YAONING: The cloud came back from Q City and got sick and stayed in hospital for days. He’s been calling your name, and I think you should see him.

I’m speechless.

Ying Ning, who’s looking for Qiu Jin Yun?

What is this?

“What’s wrong, the frowning is not good.” I’m sorry.

I gave him my phone: “Are they sick?” I’m sorry.

I thought the Quarterly smell was going with me, and who knew he put his hand on my phone screen and looked at me.

I looked over my head and found out that he had lit up the head of Yanning.

Yanning’s head looks like a selfie on the beach. Nice shot. That’s the way guys like it when they look.

I suddenly got a little angry and got my phone back and looked at him.

Who knows if they’ve robbed my cell phone in the season, and yet another detail of that picture.

“What are you doing?” I’m sorry.

Is it true that no man can resist the glamorous charm?

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry.

“Hmm? *I’m stunned, “Did I?”

“Yes, the nose and the mouth are a little alike. “But she’s not as cute and cute as you.” I’m sorry.

I was dumb and laughing.

Yooning is a school flower, I’m just a man.

However, after turning into her nine-mong self-censorship, I finally understood why the last time my best friend said that she looked a little familiar.

From some point of view, she and I do.

The news of the season is still narrating: “The name is Yanning. You don’t even know your name. I don’t know what you’re looking at.”

Name…

I think I got it all figured out.

Qiu Jinyun likes to call me words.

Ever since we first met, I’ve been very close.

Sometimes every word you say likes to take my name.

I always thought it was what he liked me to do.

After all, it’s only close people who keep their intimate nicknames on their lips.

Now it is only now that I know that what Qiu closes to the clouds is not speech, but shame.

He called out to his beloved, not to me.

I guess I’ve guessed something.

He looked at me with care: “Are you okay? I’m sorry.

I was laughing and shaking my head, and I didn’t feel anything, but I felt a little twirl.

We thought that the end of the clouds was not pleasant for Me and for Qiu.

Who would have thought that our encounter was a mistake.

I filmed the head of the season, “I’m fine, I just feel a little sad about Qiu’s cloud.” I’m sorry.

“Why do you say that?”

“He has no love for those whom he has loved, but he has no affection for me, but he is deeply in my heart.” I’m sorry.

I’m a little booing, “He’s pathetic and pathetic. I’m sorry.

“Whatever it is, it’s a little impatient to hear me say all the time. He opened my phone to the table, “Now that everything’s clear, when will you give me a definitive answer? I’m sorry.

“Ah! What?” I pretended to be stupid.

“When will you give me my name?” Admit I’m your boyfriend. “The word of the season is fierce, but in my heart is sweet.”

I hesitated and touched my chin: “I will look at you again.” I’m sorry.

“What are we going to do? I’m sorry.

“It doesn’t suit my appetite to visit your food later. I’m sorry.

It’s a good season, and I’ve almost never done anything that doesn’t suit me.

So the answer is yes.

The other promise is positive.

Case number YX11Xqy920z

“The Stolen Day” by Lindo.

A boy has the power to steal a day from anyone.

He said it had been stolen, but he would neither allow the lost owner to lose one day nor make any changes to the day it was stolen. The day when the lost master will continue to pass in accordance with the established destiny, without any interference, and afterward will not lose sight of what happened.

Only the feeling of that day would be much less, as it was stolen by the boy.

To put it straighter, boys have recently watched and felt the day at a distance with their lost eyes.

From childhood to age, boys experience other people ‘ s lives in a strange way. Sometimes he steals the day of the super-rich, sometimes the day of the street beggars, and here he steals the day, and there he steals the day, and life will not be as flat as ordinary people, and it will always be new, it will always be wonderful.

Sometimes he steals an unpleasant, if not a sad day.

At that point, the boy had to feel bad for himself, and the stolen day had to be completed and could not be interrupted earlier.

Because of their deep hatred for these bad experiences, boys behave more cautiously by going to the largest and most beautiful park in the city, hiding in the middle of nowhere, watching secretly those who sit on the lawn for picnics. He’ll be speculated by a happy smile, whose life is most likely to hide a happy day.

It is in this context that boys first see girls.

At the time, the girl had taken up a strange child who had accidentally fallen, crouched down and softly told the child not to cry, and took out a wet towel to clean up the mud on her face.

After lunch, the sun is spilling on her long, soft hair, between her soft fingers, on the edge of her skirts lifted up by the wind, so sweet, so gentle.

Just a glance, he’s fallen.

Boys fall in love with girls.

But boys do not really know the girl, and girls don’t know him, and it just seems impolite to talk and boys don’t know how to get to know the girl.

Even though he has experienced countless love relationships from stolen days, many strangers have become bridges for close friends, but he has only watched, not practiced. In real life, boys have never tried to establish real connections with anyone, be they loved, loved or accompanied.

And when it came to him, he was in a state of panic, and he had no sense of what to do.

The boy had to watch silently until the sunset, when the girl and her friends were laughing.

The following days, the boy had not stolen a single day, but had waited for his own time in the park, hoping that the girl would appear again.

Unfortunately, the girl never came.

The frustrated boy returned to the life that had been spent on stealing a day, and then met her.

He stole the day of a university professor who, with his eyes, saw the girl in the stairwell.

It is clear to the boy that the professor is very fond of the student, because she has learned and worked hard to get close to a full score in the subject examination and can write the study.

Turns out she’s such a good student. In the eyes of the professor, the boy puts the girl with the pony tail in her heart.

And it has nothing to do with appearance, but the focus and the hearing that appear in her eyes are sufficient to make her shine.

So the boy knew and liked her a little bit at the same time.

The boy would steal the day and turn to someone close to the girl, such as the director of her work at a convenience store, such as her classmates at school, and the loving and generous mother in her home.

He saw her from different angles, depending on the perspective he kept changing.

Seeing her careful responsibility at work, seeing her warmth and kindness towards her friends around her, and seeing her in front of her own mother, she continues to play the game from time to time, and to preserve the innocence and attachment of little girls.

Girls, like countless young people, can be cowardly, slow, arrogant, impatient, misperceptive, unblemished and thorough.

In the eyes of some, she is not very happy.

The boys also stole the day of those people and felt their feelings against the girl, whether or not the inconvenience resulted from a misunderstanding or from a fact, which was undeniable. At first, the boy felt distasteful or disappointed, as he had done in the past when he stole any day, and took a quick look at the strangers that appeared in his sight, making the judgment that “this man is so annoying”.

But this time, he’s out of touch.

Because he had watched patiently for many days, it had become clear that it was those good and bad that had been put together that had brought back the girl’s true face.

Boys were fortunate to have had the opportunity to see it so well, and girls were becoming more and more nuanced in their minds and were no longer strangers to one side only.

The girl, like anyone else in the world, is a shadow that can’t be lost behind her, but that doesn’t cover her face with a smile in her eyes.

Even after seeing her incompetence and vulnerability, the boy was very fond of her.

Complex feelings slowly accumulate and finally spill over from the boy ‘ s heart, forcing him to lower his superpowers, use his own time to facilitate his job and become a companion with her.

The boy would never do that before.

He couldn’t bear to live in peace day after day and be a small figure in the middle of nowhere, so he was obsessed with stealing other people’s day, skipping the repetition and boredom of life and eating the best and most exciting bits.

Today, he is in this little convenience store, where he works at night in peace and stability.

The boy did not want to look at the girl from whose eyes, but only looked at her with his own eyes and stayed with her.

Of course, this is a great challenge for the boy, who needs to be brave enough to cross the line between bystanders and participants for the first time, to stagger and introduce himself to colleagues and to deal with the customers who come and go from the store.

And the house is standing in front of the girl and says, “Hello.”

Only God knew how fast his heart was beating.

The girl was kind to the new man, taught him the rules of the shop as a forebear, and was very generous in sharing her job skills with him.

The boy went to school with his heart, but he didn’t do it fast. He had never had to do any of these things before, and the world’s smallest work often seemed to be easier to do.

He did not even know how to justify and apologize when confronted with a client ‘ s complaints.

In the past, he simply had to hide behind a stolen human being for a day, without being involved in reality, and without responsibility.

But now that the troubles are not going to disappear, it is up to the girls to come forward and explain the situation to their guests in a good manner, and to give them a coupon to appease them in order to spare the shop more blame.

The boy, who watched the guests leave, felt that he had caused much trouble to the girl. And the girl took the initiative to slap him on the shoulder, laughing and encouraging, “Don’t worry, you’re better than I was when I first arrived.”

It’s a simple word, but it’s got a force that can’t be underestimated.

Enough to support the boys to pack up and continue to learn how to clean up the little pieces in the convenience store. This life has also been well received, allowing boys to start working alone in the store in the pitfalls, without the need for girls to pay attention.

On one occasion, after sending out a guest who had deliberately sought out, the boy was suddenly relieved when the girl standing behind the cashier raised her praising thumb.

It’s like many years ago when a little boy learned to ride a bike for the first time.

To be honest, boys haven’t had such a real success experience in a long time.

He actually misses something.

While familiar with the job, boys and girls are getting close to each other, and there are many nights in which there are few visitors to the shop to spare them some time to chat.

The boy at this time is no longer the original formality, he has adapted to face-to-face conversations, and the stolen experiences have become the treasures from which the boy picks out the most interesting words for the girl and makes her laugh.

The boy liked to see her smile, so he picked out more wonderful days to tell the girl.

Girls can hear and see the boy in their eyes and shine.

“I don’t see how much fun you’ve had before.” “Girls play. “The God of Destiny is a great treat to you, so that you can live on your own for the rest of your life.”

There was a lot of talk about the boys who suddenly were dumb.

He was afraid to tell the girl that those insights and experiences did not really belong to him and were stolen.

After that, the boys stopped talking, and they spent the rest of their evenings with a little stupor, and on their way back after work, the boys were slow and unconscious.

Looking back at the past, his life was filled with stolen days, like a thick photo album full of beautiful pictures, recording countless of the most extraordinary and wonderful moments.

But if they are removed, the album itself is blank.

No matter how many days it takes, boys can’t steal from their real family, no real friends, no real talent or emotions.

While he no longer had to look at the girl in the eyes of others, the reflection of her eyes was not the real one.

It’s just an illusion that he put together stolen pieces of his life.

The boy stopped and looked at the night sky, covered by clouds, and made a groaning that nobody could hear.

In the following period, everything seemed to be the same as it had been before, except for the boys, who had become more and more indecisive, and the boys, who had left the night, offered to walk with the girls for a period of the night, as several late-night robberies took place in the vicinity and were not safe.

Long and silent peers are always embarrassing, and boys decide to talk to girls. This time he didn’t say anything about his past, but told a little story to the girl.

He said that, in a world of illusions, everyone’s life was to step on an unendless river, repeating the same move every day, collecting a pile of worthless river sands, sifting and drying out the tan, hoping that he could extract little gold from it.

“To have a little bit of gold, you have to put up with a lifetime of trifle.” The boy smiled at the girl, “Not everyone can endure such futility, and if it were you, would he choose to escape from the river?”

There was no river sand and no gold sand.

Just like him.

The girl didn’t answer immediately, thinking for a long time and shaking her head, “I won’t run away.”

The boy is still wrinkled, holding his hand to the girl, saying, “For that little bit of gold?” They could hold it by one hand.”

“If it is necessary to be able to hold the weight of gold in your hand, of course it is only a little.” And the girl held off her heart, and then she lets her finger loose and made a wave in the direction of the sky, “If I spill them into the night sky, I’ll have a big star.”

After that, the girl laughed easily.

The boy looked at her smile, which was glowing by the stars, and the complex mood was released without realizing it.

Many years before he met a girl, he was a thief who stole a precious day for so many people, thought he looked down on the world, and thought that ordinary people could only live in a mediocre, as if they were fruitless gold miners, trapped in thin, and eventually only small gold sands.

It was not until now that he realized that everyone who was serious about living could end up spilling their gold into the night sky, with a large body of stars, in the long river of memory, a flash of light.

I’ll never get tired of it.

The following years, boys and girls have been good friends.

This friendship has not been interrupted even if they left the city of origin because of their own personal encounter, which is very difficult to meet.

Boys often write to girls, tell them what interesting people they know in new cities, what special things they’ve encountered, and what new dramas he’s in now in, and what interesting roles he’s playing.

Yes, after a long drift, the boy became a dramatist.

He is not of academic origin, but he is able to play a different role in a natural and inspiring way. This amazing gift provides boys with a performance job that allows them to travel to the north and south of the theatre to experience the world.

Boys interpret different roles on stage and present the best part of their lives.

But this is different from the day he steals someone else, just as a bystander, who learns practical skills in the process, makes friends of his own, and all the experiences of boys are real, real, and fills a little of his empty life.

There are also innumerable borings and cumbersomeness, repetitions and frustrations, picking out one or two of them is many times more difficult than he tried to do in a convenience store, and the boy has not retreated, and he will sit in front of the windowsill in the middle of the night full of stars and write to the girl: “This is a difficult time, fortunately, I still have stars in the sky.”

Girls also reply in time and sometimes draw fat little stars in the blanks of the paper.

In her letter, she joked about the boy: “I’m in the middle of the day, but there’s a lot of stars hiding behind the clouds. Come on, I’ve got the fattest ones.

For many years now, a spring wind and a plentiful afternoon, not a very young boy and girl have returned to their original city at the same time, once again in the park they first met.

Girls don’t know it’s the first place they meet, and the boys themselves are almost forgotten. But it doesn’t matter. It’s important that the long-term differences do not create any gaps, and they’re happy to talk about their experiences over the years, like an old friend who just met last week, relaxing and being comfortable.

Of course, there is a change, with girls detached from their student spirit, with a few university professors in the atmosphere, and boys who become senior dramatists becoming more talkative, with a much bigger storyteller than ever, and with a little bit of fun to pick out from the experience of these years.

“Ha ha, your life is still so interesting.” The girl laughs. “Looks like you’ve found a lot of stars all these years.”

Boys waved with humility, didn’t speak, but laughed at girls.

He’s lucky, he’s impressed.

The time of life will always change; this time, his stars were not stolen from others, and each one of them was extracted by his own hand from a hurried river.

The reflection in the eyes of a girl is no longer a fusion of fragments.

Just himself, the whole, special boy.

As they looked at each other and laughed, a child suddenly came along because she was too happy to watch the road, and she hit the girl and fell down and cried.

The girl was in a hurry to get down, pacified her little friend, pulled out a tissue and wiped the tears off her little face.

After lunch, the sun shines on her long, soft hair on her ear, between her soft fingers, on the edge of the wind-throwing wind, so sweet, so gentle.

The boy suddenly remembered that it was here, and he saw her first.

Yes, the first time I saw her many years ago, the boy fell.

Time has never changed.

The boy resisted the urge to confess and was caught in constant hesitation.

This may be the downside of age growth, sometimes indifferent to love and sometimes difficult to speak of. The longer the friendship with the girl remains, the more careful the boy is to keep his/her balance so that she does not notice.

He has too many concerns.

Concealing that he has never confessed to stealing someone’s powers for a day would make the girl angry; worrying that the girl would have gone mad if she did not believe it, that the explanation would have been nonsense; thinking that the girl would have believed that he had done something ugly with such powers (in fact, he used them with a bottom line and tried to avoid something that he should not have looked at); thinking that there was a big gap in his early life that did not match a good girl.

The most serious of all concerns was that he feared that he would be honest with the girl and not answer, and that they might not even be able to do it.

This concern is not a dead end; he has a solution.

As long as the boy is willing to use his powers to steal the day of the girl ‘ s heart and experience her feelings, she can ascertain what she feels about herself without knowing it.

But he can’t, he won’t dare.

Love is scary, boys are afraid to know the answer.

Even after years of grinding in real life, with the resilience of all kinds of tribulations, boys have not been able to find out whether girls love them or not.

After all, once the answer is known, there may be no more dream.

He therefore preferred to continue to delay and flee, groaning at the stars above his head on many silent nights.

It is only those years that have passed that there is no progress in this matter.

At a time when the boys were struggling, bad news came from the girls.

Her mother died.

On the occasion of the funeral, the boy saw the girl with a strong spirit to attend to all the trifling matters and felt sorry for the strong manner in which he had come to thank his family and friends.

It was for the sudden death of that loving old woman and for the fact that the girl was suffering from separation from her relatives.

He knew that the girl and the mother had always been close, and he wanted to do something for the girl, at least to pacify him like other relatives and friends, but when he stood in front of the girl who was strong, the boy suddenly realized that he had nothing to do and nothing to say.

How can those who are so weak and heartbroken be truly aware of the great sorrow of those who watch.

It’s true that the girl doesn’t want to lose her mind and try to keep her quiet: “It’s okay, don’t comfort me. I’ll miss her and I’ll get through it.”

The girl choked, her tears fell from her cheeks and she died with her hands up.

Next second, the boy hugged her.

He finally took her day without hesitation and with determination.

It is not to ask the other side whether or not he loves himself, no. At this point in time, he has nothing to do with himself, but to offer her the most difficult day of her life and to appreciate her grief and broken heart.

He cannot bring the dead back to life, he cannot let the time go back, and the boy, like any ordinary man, cannot do anything about it.

But he can give the girl one of the warmest hugs and tell the girl that at the most painful time of your life I truly understand your feelings and I am willing to be with you.

Because you’re my favorite.

May you never be alone.

That was the last time a boy used superpower.

Over the years that followed, he had had a full and wonderful life and had no need to steal someone’s day. However, he was grateful to God for having given himself this superpower, otherwise he would not have been able to see, on the day when he feared for the girl, a little bit of hope for the girl, also in that deep sorrow.

She may be stronger than him, braver than him, and more than he can hold on to life.

She’s a common man, but she always has a side of cowardice.

So the girl hides the boy’s heart in her heart for a long time and is afraid to speak to him: Have you been in love with each other for years, like me?

Fortunately, she doesn’t have to ask questions, neither of them.

A nice hug, a frank look, a faithful company, enough to answer all.

A long time later, until the boy became an old man with white hair and the girl who was also a grandmother occasionally took it for fun, saying he had lost it and he stole the important day of his life.

And then Grandma turned and laughed at Grandpa, saying it was okay, she didn’t care.

After all, he just stole her that day.

And she stole the rest of his life every day.

END

Snippled: This is my own novel. Thank you very much. First public call

And welcome to see me.

Recently, my new book, The Planet of Cure, has come on the market, with a lot of love stories I’ve written, as well as this one, The Stolen Day.

Seven years after Twishan Creek broke up, he met his ex, and not only did he have blondes next to him, but the ring on his finger was also visible and obvious.

I reminded myself that he was married, carefully kept his distance…

I don’t know if I’ve been stuck downstairs since I got home.

“Let’s get married. I’m sorry.

I didn’t think I’d be surprised to see him wear my no-name ring.

“For seven years, you took care of it, and now it’s returned to its rightful owner. I’m sorry.

“I have no ambition, I just want you. I’m sorry.

– Seven years apart. I married my ex.

“The Old Love.”

♪ It’s all over again ♪

Her ex-boyfriend arrived at Ve in the morning, on foot.

“Hello, Jannet.” The handsome man with the hair of the linen, Cris, warmly greeted her, and gave her a little hint.

Forget about it, she’s thinking about it. This case with VE, her partner is the boy. She doesn’t want to leave behind any of her partners’ “apathy” or “invisibility” evaluations.

Strangely enough, the whole morning VE people had just arranged a desk for her, without any further integration of their next business, and Cris had been a little bit confused after his colleagues had come to whisper to him, and looked back and looked back.

And who is He who is He who has been used to being the focus of mankind since she went to school? Indeed, she has not been afraid.

She sits calmly on her desk and opens her notebook and carefully revisits the case.

It was only after one morning that she was at the coffee shop on her lunch break and finally lost her sense of control and remembered last night.

I’m sorry.

She saw a photo of them in her room, and the only photo of them — a photo of them when they first met.

Neither of them was a person who liked to take photographs, and Hsui, despite the fact that he had never had feelings, did not send any photos in the circle of friends for a year. And that picture, the only one left, was in the same box.

At that moment, Xue can’t express his feelings.

She knows better than anyone the age of this picture, its origins and the sense of its owner’s appreciation of it. But what she does not understand is why this man, having a fiancée, can remember his predecessor in open memory? What is more, his memory leaves him in a shameful and inexorable state.

For a moment, she turned her back in haste and covered her face with a slight change of color.

Sing, Sing, Hsing?

The man had changed his position, from leaning against the couch to completely convulsing on it. When he heard her voice, he just frowned and frowned.

He didn’t hear. He came close to her. She suddenly looked up and hit her side face. Her face was so hot after drinking that she was almost on fire.

“Pretty”

She heard Sage calling her name. It was that year, when it was so close, that Tsinga couldn’t control the nicknames that were called out by God.

The heat sprung into her face, and she sat up, and her heart was shaking.

This can’t go on, she thinks.

So he fled.

No one can sleep on the sofa before it’s too late.

I’m sorry.

After the lunch break, Shen couldn’t hold up, so she went to the Office of Audit to ask about the cooperation.

The CRIS on the side looked at her, tried to say something, and shut up anyway.

As soon as I got to the office, I saw the familiar man in the transparent glass standing at the desk, with his head down, like he was saying.

He knocked on the door and thought he’d come back later.

But the people inside the door had seen her and had first opened the door, very familiar.

“Come in and say it.” Shang Cha stood by her side and whispered to her in Chinese.

Hsu Bao went in with his head down, ignoring the taste of a man’s hangover in his nose.

“Jannet, I was just looking for you.” He’s sitting in the boss’s chair at the top of the VE Audit Department. He’s about 60 years old, but he’s not old, but he’s bald.

“This time we’re all interested in working with Starbucks, and we were going to have Cris follow up on this case with you, but then we thought it was a big case, and we had a Chinese guy here.” And he smiled, and he looked up, and he stood up, and he said, “Although Carver was about to leave, his ability was the best of our department, and I’m sure this cooperation would be a pleasure.”

That’s why. No wonder the whole morning Cris tried to stop, and the case was taken from his mouth.

Shige took a step forward, reaching out his hand.

He’s wearing a very formal suit today, a black coat with a white shirt and a slashed tie, and a low-key large tie under the tie. The official counterpart was the carelessness of the detail: the twilight on his hair, the rush to wash his head before leaving the house, and the brutal growth of his chin, which was luminous. That’s what happens to hangovers. Hsui’s belly.

“Jannet, have a good time working together.” Shang Ha smiled and said that this time he was speaking English that everyone present could understand.

“Enjoyed to cooperate.” He holds back his left hand and picks his lips, but he is sharp.

After leaving the office, Tsing Ha greeted her and went to prepare the next work materials, and the Cris who watched Shen go to the office with his eyes and eyes were already here.

He had some regrets: “Jannet, I can’t work with you this time.”

Twenty-four-five-year-old American boys are frank and natural and do not hide the loss in their words.

“There will be a chance in the future.” He answered politely.

“Really?” Cris’ eyes were bright and apparently failed to fully understand Chinese hospitality.

To be honest, there are thousands of ways to deal with people who have been working so long. No one in the country is going to die in the workplace, no one’s going to die, no one’s going to talk shit, no matter what. So when facing a straight ball from an American boy, Shen didn’t think about how to answer.

Should I say no? Or should I do it? Or would he take his answer seriously?

Hsu Yi really doesn’t understand.

But she was relieved in due course: “Hew, come over here, please.” Singha, not far away, was carrying a piece of information pointing at her in the small conference room next to her. The Chinese language is also spoken by people around us.

It’s like seeing the Cris next to her after saying it, “Oh, Cris, did I interrupt your conversation with Jannet?” Zhiga apologized for shrugging his shoulders when the person present could not see that he had deliberately set aside the two men.

I didn’t think Cris understood what he was saying, but he said, “Carver, stop bullying Jannet!” Don’t let her go home because she’s drunk!

However, the person targeted did not care, but took a glimpse of the conference room and promised to keep up.

By the time they sat in the conference room and closed the door, the world was quiet, and only two people were able to type.

“You were last night…”

“Look here…”

Hepton’s gone. He didn’t look at him. There’s no need to bring private business into this.

“It was a little drunk yesterday, I’m sorry to bother you.”

He passed on the glass he had just prepared: “Drink the water first, there’s no rush to work.”

Hsui’s on the line, but the sight is on his left finger.

A ring.

She had just discovered that the ring in the ring had disappeared and that only the traces left by the years and years of wearing the ring could not be hidden.

“Let’s work.” She said.

Because, in the middle of the day, she was reminded of the battle between the grids on the other side of the ocean.

Real or fake, pins of wheat, every word must be considered, every expression must be understood.

But she’s tired. She’s tired of coming all these years alone.

She doesn’t want to be distracted in her life from what’s real and what’s fake.

It’s like a ring that can’t disappear in any case, and there’s a sign of his life and of his colleague’s fiancée.

Really?

Or fake?

He has no strength or courage to guess again.

It’s better for everyone.

I’m sorry.

It must be said that the process of working with Tsing Cha was very pleasant.

There was hardly a single piece of crap for both of them, and as long as one mentioned the previous sentence, the other would certainly be able to quickly say the next sentence. There is no need for a reminder or any hint, as if it were a long-standing understanding.

The conference room was very warm, both of them taking their coats off and leaving only one shirt. At first glance, both men in white shirts seem to have returned to their day of study in the library.

There are not many couples in college who go to study together, but there are also a lot of obnoxious couples in public. But they are the exception, one more than the other.

Shang Cha has prepared for both of them a warm glass and bread for the belly of the fruit, which is then buried in the study. He was not too much, except for whispering questions about what he did not understand in some of his public classes and not talking to those around him.

At the most, after a day of intensive study, the two men held their hand to each other under the table and opened up quickly. It’s like it’s better to keep people hungry than the bread on the table.

He really thought that was what he wanted.

The way forward is no less difficult for each other, and so is the burden on them.

“You’ve improved a lot over the years.” It should be work that eases the atmosphere between the two, and Zeng Chau has spoken to the heart.

She never cared about the word progress. She always knew Tsing was a real person. I’m happy to hear his compliment, but I’ve slipped out of my mouth without saying anything: “No other country IPO dares to say that at least IPO on the American side will not be too far behind you, after all…”

She was just about to say the next sentence, but in due course.

The eyes were not prepared to sweep the sorghum. It was not surprising to her that the words she had not finished had come to mind with her own overstretching.

“Did you study in America after all?”

His tone suddenly became cold, and he was inspired to have the courage to look back at his angry eyes. It seemed like he couldn’t see her so easily talking about that time.

The atmosphere of harmony has not been easy to wipe out, and there are only two people remaining in the room.

Singo moved his lips and said, “Because it’s America, right?”

He didn’t talk, he just looked at him, and his eyes were wide open.

It’s definitely a dead end between them.

“Sho,” a moment, a moment, a moment of silence, a moment of silence, a moment of silence, “Do you have no heart?”

He was so nervous that his brain was full of blood and his fingers were shaking, and in his complaint, he remembered the scene as if it had happened.

It would have been easy for Sheng to have had an unpleasant journey of 13 hours, but by her nature, she sat and looked at the work and slept. But it’s not the same now that a man as tall as Shige is standing by her, even though he’s more aggressive than he was in college.

Hsui had to look at it and forget how to breathe.

When she came back to sleep, and probably because of her relationship, she dreamt of a college view that had never been dreamt of, and when she woke up, the cabin was completely blacked down, and she had a blanket on her body, and the people around her were blindly unaware of sleeping.

With the darkness, the swirling side over the side boldly takes the hymns.

He was thinner than before and had shorter hairs, and the twilight struts were together, as if he were restless in his sleep, and he had thin lips under his tall nose. There are those who say that the human nature of the lips is so thin that it is cold and cold, but that is not what the beaks think. Perhaps the outsiders were cold, but she was always plain, except for their last differences.

The two men were a little closer, and her incendiary breath fell on the face of Shigeh, and he was not asleep, as he woke up and looked at the woman in front of him.

“Wake up?” The voice of Tsingha is a bit dumb.

“Well,” she was a bit awkward, not cold and warm.

“Do you want some water?”

“Coffee.”

“I remember you had a bad stomach,” he said, “Thank you for the hot water.”

Ever since, he’s been like, “Manipulation,” making himself a little upset.

Hsui had no words, carrying the water that the flight attendant would soon send, so he stopped talking. Being proud of her should have been impatient with someone who interfered unprovokedly in her own way of life, but now perhaps a glass of hot water is really working to warm her stomach.

Upon arrival in Los Angeles, Tsinga took her luggage with great care and followed him outside the airport lobby.

The month of September in Los Angeles is much cooler than in the homeland. It’s in the sun, and it’s not very hot. He was wearing a short skirt, naked with his legs in the air, and a hand towed with a box with some freezing tremors.

With her cell phone, she sprained her head and frowned her eyelids, “Didn’t you get it?”

Hsu’s head was shaken, and she took the opportunity.

“You’re coming with me. I have a pick-up. Take you back?” He kept asking, and he didn’t stop talking to the phone.

It’s a fluent hype of American pronunciation.

As soon as the voice came down, a red car stabilized in front of both men. The window was shaking, a blonde with sunglasses and beautiful lips, and she was happy to whistle.

“Carver.” She laughed and said, “Sweety sunglasses.” The long hands were on the steering wheel, and a diamond flashed on the ring.

Shang Xian responded immediately and went back to Rashid’s suitcase, right when she had acquiesced in sending her, but didn’t think that Shen had pulled the box and stood up straight and said, “No trouble, you look like you’re still in trouble, and the hotel and your destination may not be on your way.”

He just wanted to say a few words, but he saw Xu’s cold face and knew that she was stubborn, and he stopped saying, “Well, why don’t you have a dinner and leave the phone?”

“Singa, we were having a bad time.” He answered.

When he heard that, the man’s face fell apart, staring at Xu’s eyes, trying to capture some emotion from her eyes, but finding that the people across the street were honest and completely unlike the burden.

“All right.” And Zhang gnawed on his teeth, and thought, “Isn’t it just because it was bad that you broke up?

He took the case and went to the trunk, and he threw it in the back, and he went around a circle and sat down in the co-pilot seat.

Until the car was driven away, Xu Yi heard him whispering to the woman.

“Why are you here today? I thought… “The rest of the English words melted in the wind and could never be found again.

He sent the car away, took the case away, and thought of it as the diamond he had just seen.

I’m sorry.

The taxi was flying all the way to the city, and the street view outside the window had been backwards, the car was too boring and the window was open.

That’s how the cool wind blew her long hair, and she fell on the glass.

To tell you the truth, Shen is no stranger to the city of Los Angeles. UCLA was her parent school, where she spent a year and a half of her graduate school.

Here she lived a lonely life. A man walks in a classroom and a rental house, a man reads a book until late in the night, remembers not eating dinner…

So, although she and Tsingha broke up two years ago, it was always easy to think about people and things in their home country because they were in a foreign country, when the beaks, in their mind, were the most important, the first love days.

So when the taxi quickly passed the school, the first name in her mind appeared to be Shige.

I’m sorry.

The two were college buddies, and when he first went to college, he was a famous beauty at the top of the law school, and Tsinga, the third senior in the next school of economics for years. Shigee was a bad person, but he was a good man everywhere, and he met her at a model United Nations General Assembly.

The first-year-old, the first-year-old, and the third-year-old, still undaunted and undaunted, pushed to the corner of the debate the second year in a row that won the Best Representative Award.

Everyone has said that this year’s Zinga fears are being swept away by a new man.

Of course she was.

She still remembers her mood.

Where has the glorious daughter of heaven been struck and defeated? Even though she’s a famous school man, she can’t be seen in front of her. She was not proud for a few minutes, and during the free consultation stage her motion led her opposing motion by absolute advantage.

I’ve never had the taste of failure, and I’m going to stop my third best rep.

“What are you doing to get other representatives to vote for you instead of me?” The advantage of being at the stage of free debate should be great.

Eighteen-year-old girls still don’t know how to take their pride out of them. Looking at the girl who had to wear a suit and high heels because of her participation in the competition, he felt the childishness of her. Although she tried so hard to disguise herself as a big woman.

“Presentity: it is only for the best of the world and for the best. To do all that is possible is to do all that is human; to do all that is human; to do all that is possible is to praise the fertilization of the heavens and the earth; and to praise the fertilization of the heavens and the earth is to be joined with them.”

Looking at the way she was so anxious to jump, Tsinga came in cold.

Xu Zhi lives. Of course she knows that’s what’s in “Medio.” When she thought about it, she understood what Sage meant by saying at that time. Does that mean that her personality is too radical and she does not know how to govern the country, which leads to a process of consultation with representatives of States that is too aggressive to be popular?

She’s a little shy to think about it.

When the girl understood what she meant, she laughed and tried to say that you were young and might have been better in the future, but it might have been counterproductive to say it when she thought she was proud.

“Wait two more years, my prize is yours.” Sing Ha’s hand-shaked medal, which is a fresh and outstanding representational prize.

Hsui noded his head, but it quickly turned out. He means that when he goes to school, it’s hard for her to get out on the first day.

The man with the warmer expression immediately “hum” and snuggled him.

Shang Ha smiled silently, knowing that she had misunderstood her own intentions, and saw the girl walk away and shake her head.

Sooner or later, perhaps the fate of this thing is really elusive, and two people are encountering more and more on campus. It was easy for good people to be attracted to each other, and it was natural for them to be together, together with the gossip that was spreading so fast on campus.

After we were together, some way after dinner.

The school’s Valentine’s Poe was the preferred place for couples, and neither of them was free. Hsui was sitting by Seng Ha and remembered the first modulation of the two.

She looked up and said, “Did it mean to be sarcastic when you said it?”

Shang Ha is still in the beauty of warm and sweet, and she’s been in a coma for half an hour. By the time the answer came back, the girl in her arms would have been a little angry at him.

He has bright eyes, full of emotions. Maybe because of his temper, he saw a little bit of beauty in it.

“Of course not.” He spoke with his conscience.

“I don’t believe it!” Girls are stubborn.

“Not really.” He touched each other’s conscience and said. Something bad.

Hsui Pu is on the move.

Later on, more emotions melted between entangled lips.

I’m sorry.

It was just the past that could not be followed, and the sweetest and sweetest of the past, all of which had been in the river for seven years.

It’s been like a lifetime. It must have been hers in the last life, to be so real, not hers. It’s what it looks like to be “success” in its own quest, but it’s living in a busy, hypocritical and aggressive struggle.

Sometimes, late in the night, the computer closes, and Xu is attached to the office chair, looking out of the window at night, and wonders beyond control: Must have been a lot of fun and a lot of money in the future, or how else can you be so pure and happy?

The fiancée was the one who, although on her way to flight, met her old lover, failed to give up her job completely. Shortly after she arrived at the hotel, she was unable to pack her bags and turned on her computer and sent her information, and did not care how much time China had to send a direct video call to Liang.

Two beeps and they pick up.

The voice of the old Leung is a little tired.

“Did you change the material before I got on the plane?”

“It’s changed. It’s sent to your mailbox.”

He opened the mailbox and saw the modified file lying down. In the annex column, she took a quick look at it, “The revised version is good, but the details will have to be sharpened, and I’ll change it when I’m free. The case cannot be set, the amount is too large, and I don’t want Liu’s side to pick up my leaks and influence my end-of-year assessment.”

Old Liu is one of the two partners in Sing cross law, and the one who is the least dealt with by Hsu and Hsu. Since she was on an exceptional basis proposed to be included in the third senior partner list by another partner, Zhou Sen, Liu is in a difficult position, and most of the troubles and difficulties with Xue’s work have been created by others. It is said that she is too young to be able to do the job, but Xu is sneering at it and thinks that he is a threat to his position and that he will do every dirty trick.

Liang, as a general under Shen, understood the gravity of the matter and said, “Good.”

“What did the firm say today?” He knocked on the keyboard, put his cell phone on the table and said,

“Nothing, Liu Lui only mentioned a word about the IPO on this side of the VE during the meeting, saying that young people can’t afford to suffer and that they can’t afford to do good work.” The old Leung dared not speak too well and was afraid to offend the young but angry new partner, the witch.

Hsui Pil, turn his eyes over.

Anyone could have guessed that the old man wouldn’t have a good thing to say when he came to hide in America.

“Whatever he says, we just have to put these CASEs under our hands to a perfect end, and he can’t talk at the end of the year.” She’s so cold.

After that, the two men spoke together, combing the other cases together, and Hsu was ready to hang up.

The old beam on the phone is shaky.

“Straits…”

“Hmm?” He responded to it. If Liang was there now, she could see the impatience on her face.

He tried to ask, “Is it too early for America?”

He looked at the clock: “It’s late. Why?”

“You’d better get to bed early, you’ve got a 10-hour plane, you’ve been working since you got to the hotel, and I’m afraid you’ll be sick.” For half a day, Liang said it.

The people of Xu Qi, though proud, harsh and even mean, have a good heart, and the old beam knows it well. In addition to her age, and although she was much better qualified than a middle-aged man, he saw her as a junior.

Because she was a younger generation, she felt a bit more or less sad when she worked hard.

It’s been a long time since I’ve heard this talk, and I can’t believe that I’m not refuting my “subordinates” today, and that I’m still listening to the old beam’s “teaching” in the hotel’s royal chair.

“I’m not talking about you, and you’re a young girl who’s not 30 years old and can fight with someone like Liu’s. Your efforts and abilities are in the eyes of the whole firm, and Zhou Dynasty doesn’t despise you because you’re young. How could he have taken you in?”

“I know what I’m doing in our business. I’m a 30-year-old man with half his hair white, and the last time my son went to a parent’s meeting, he thought I was his grandfather, embarrassed me… and you were in such good shape that you didn’t have to waste yourself on your youth.”

“Moreover, I’ve worked so hard to see you so good that a middle-aged man is ashamed of himself, let alone a young man of your age. How can you find someone if they’re too humble to show up?”

The more she heard, the more he spoke, the more he spoke, the more he spoke, the more he put his mind to himself.

The more he listens, the more he feels warm.

“Come on, it’s useless to say that I’m young and pretty, and you have to do what you have to do,” she said, “I know, thank you for your concern, and I’m going to sleep.” And not every man would look down on me.

He’s not finished.

Because she knew that there had been a man in the world who was equal to her and loved her as if she were strong.

I’m sorry.

The next day, with its own superhuman will and iron-beating body, Shen had successfully managed to run out of time differentials, with high heels, to Ve.

She didn’t tell Shang that this time she went to America for the work of the firm and VE, because she had no idea she was going to his company by chance.

A young man from the AUDIT department, who came to the front desk, looked young, but was actually a big company employee, dressed like a man. It’s a pretty girl. She smiles and her eyes are sewn.

He also smiled at him and extended his hand.

After the two stood at the front desk, Cris brought her into the company.

Cris is the guy who’s hosting Xue, and is now the mid-level auditor in the AUDIT department, a middle-level head of the department. This time, she’s representing Starbucks for the listing of a large domestic company that works with VE.

VE is a typical American company that, apart from leading the rest of the people in the halls, is not a closed office, but an all-transparent room separated by glass doors, which allows Xue to further observe their working conditions.

Cris led her by her side and introduced her enthusiastically. He has a pen in his hand and paints it in a fake manner — he doesn’t know Chinese, he doesn’t know what she’s writing.

“At the front, it’s the largest conference room in our department,” Cris says in a huge room, “but it’s usually where the bosss use it, and of course there are others.” He blinked nicely.

He’s got a point.

But soon, she knew who “others” meant.

Yesterday when she knew he was from Ve, she assumed that 899 people were going to meet again.

The man who just met yesterday, dressed like a coat hanger, in a pen-up blue suit, stood in front of the projectile, with a single elbow leaning towards the podium and a pair of glasses on his nose — clearly a very serious ornament — gave him a feeling of carelessness.

He was surrounded by a circle of older bald persons, most of whom were eyes of kindness and praise, and young eyes which could not hide but eyes of worship.

Of a group, he was really the brightest one.

It may have been too long for Xue to see and Cris to look in doubt until he saw the people in the room. After all, good people deserve more attention everywhere.

“Carver, the youngest middle-level leader of our AUDIT department, and the only Chinese man,” Cris said, “There are a lot of little girls who like him in the department, as well as in the other parts of the company, who always come to us when there is nothing. But sometimes we can get into Carver’s light and get some coffee.” At the end of the day, there were a few more charades, but there was no bitterness.

“It’s just that he’s recently going home and quit. No, we’re big BOSS and he’s still there,” Cris said with some regret, “There’s no such beautiful view in the company.”

As if in support of Cris’ claim, the people in the glass wall had a faint apology on their faces, and it looked like they were saying several things.

And he did not appear on his face, but thought in his heart, “He was still so visible, ever since.”

I’m sorry.

Shang Ha came to the company early this is his last day in three years at Ve.

At the request of BOSS, he also gave a lecture at the end, facing all middle levels of the department. It’s the end of the conversation, and everybody’s together.

The leader unfortunately finally retained him.

Tsing Ha bends his eyes and hangs his regrets over his mouth.

It’s true that there’s a boob in the heart. After all, there was a time for love, but in the past few years in foreign countries, who knew you were warm and asked if you were hungry? At this point, only work can keep you busy with other things.

When the work was done, someone started gossiping.

Carver is 30 years old, and emotional life is a fascination. Except for a ring in his left hand, other aspects of his feelings seem to be blank.

No one has ever seen his fiancée, nor has anyone seen him make a private phone call with whom he has taken an attitude.

He seems to have always been: strict and serious, but he is always faint.

Knowing that he was leaving, the good people finally tried to ask him, “This time they’re getting married?”

In fact, Tsing Ha did not pay attention to what they were saying, but merely answered in a symbolic manner, while he did travel.

Just about ready to do things, the eyes were inadvertently swept out to a corner outside the meeting room in an unexpected moment.

There’s a woman standing.

She is not short, and she is now wearing seven or eight centimetres of heels, with two striped legs under a long apricot, which are more visible in the crowd. Weaknesses and suppressed little emotions of yesterday have faded, and the whole human being is both sophisticated and impeccable.

Cris, who was standing next to her, often threw her eyes at her, but the man didn’t seem to decipher it, and his face was still so serious.

Zeng Chau suddenly had a sour heart.

He pointed out to the human being outside the window, with his eyes open: “It’s her.”

“The reason I left is because of her.”

Is it true that Carver, who’s always been a mystery, really has a master?

I’m sorry.

In Xu’s eyes, the man who’s been whispering in her ear is real noise. She thought she could get out of all the time differentials once she slept, but she was a little tired when she stood up and listened to the people about the department.

More tired feet.

You used to wear nice shoes, and now you’re acting weird. Her feet were swollen, as if the next second would send her to walk naked on the floor with her shoes.

She’s not showing up, and she’s trying to make herself feel better.

Cris.

Both of you look over there.

I’m sorry, I shrugged my shoulder: “This is my farewell party, and everyone in the department will be there, remember to come here.” When you speak, you have a good sense, you have no eyes, you have no eyes, you have no eyes, as if she were a living person.

“OK, Carver, I’m sure I’ll be there for your farewell party,” Cris laughs, “It’s just a shame that our handsome Carver left at the wrong time, missing a beautiful woman from China.”

It’s a little awkward to be pushed out of Shen, but what about me?

I thought Zing would say more than anything, but he looked at it in silence, a little nod of his head, and then dazzled his eyes. But Cris, who knows how he behaves, and who’s born with a rough nerve, does not think that his attitude is at all wrong at this time.

But it’s different. Seeing his apathy, she’s a little indifferent.

Didn’t you say something yesterday? And this?

When he came down, he changed his attitude, with his hands around his shoulder, and then looked at her. I knew Cris couldn’t speak Chinese, but I deliberately said to her in Chinese, “Mrs. Xu, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Xing, the auditing department, and I’ve got a dinner at the company tonight.

We’re not done yet, but Hsui has understood his meaning, and the words of refusal are ripe for failure to speak, and he hears him say, “I’m the only Chinese in the department, so we’re in BOSS and say today you came to Ve to talk to each other, and the two Chinese have a destiny, so why don’t we have a little light at night?”

Even though the Chinese language is no longer spoken by the people around us, it should be understood in the eyes of the two men.

He’ll have to.

The heart snuffed at him when he looked in front of him and was politely and strangely dressed as an unknown gesture.

But what she did not notice was that, as a result of Tsingha ‘ s sudden intervention, Cris had lost the pleasure of continuing to introduce her and had calmed down, and she had finally found an opportunity to rest her feet.

The wind in the alleys of America is a warmth, as the beavers knew.

When she was still studying, she was in the library with her roommate. When a girl wears a short-term garb, travelling back and forth in the dance floor, she is bored and has to sit in the corner of the bar and drink a little wine herself, together with an insomnia that has been hidden for some time, and alcohol is the only exit from reality for a short time.

As at this point, she had to smile and drink with a glass, sitting in a bunch of Americans who had nothing to do with her head.

Perhaps to be polite, the party was picked in Chinatown by a hotpot. The boilers in the middle of the large table are gruntingly hot, and the noises of the loudspeakers are ingrained with boiling water.

The main character tonight sat next to her, and he took his suit off, with a light blue long-sleeved shirt sleeve rolled to the cufflink and a forward cufflink flashing. He snuck into him with his leftover light and only saw his slightly raised chin and his fine sideline.

He’s got Cris on his right, and he asks her if she can’t get used to it, whether it’s too loud, she’s not, she’s not in the mood, one or two words, at best.

The people on the left side didn’t give her a single look from beginning to end, and the polite and thoughtful answer to every question that immediately became “ex-colleague” colleagues. She’d be happy to leave her alone. Just eat.

But it soon became clear that there was a strange atmosphere on the table.

First, a man across from her looked at her with vague eyes, then quickly complimented her with slang. Maybe it’s because Shen can’t understand “Turn,” he’s so obvious.

He did not go to see the Shen, but only said with a little stout.

He thought, “Maybe he knew he could understand.”

But she’s a little confused as to why they’re bringing themselves together with someone who only saw one side in their eyes.

And then the atmosphere began to get hot. Although the United States does not have the culture of wine persuasion that prevails in the country, it is not clear why, in such an environment, Xu Xuan drank a lot for a variety of reasons.

Cris on the side was in a bit of a hurry, when he wasn’t in the conference room, and didn’t know Shang Ha’s light sentence, and then he put his “fiancée” hat on the head of Xu, so he left his other gossip colleagues in the room hotly trying to fight with Xu.

“How are you doing with the beautiful women from China?” Cris, put your hand in the cup, “Jannet’s had enough to drink today. Who’ll take care of you when you get drunk?” Jannet is the English name of Shell.

The people in the room were laughing, “It’s not you who’s responsible anyway, Cris.” Come on, there’s only two Chinese on the table.

He was kind of hairy, so he whispered his thanks to Cris, and then gently pulled out the glass and said, “Come on, go on!”

Isn’t that just drinking? She’s been paid to attend these years, and it’s worth a few drinks.

Cris obviously didn’t understand his colleagues, and it was even more urgent to see that Hsui had taken the glass, and that it meant that he had to go through with them. The left can’t stop a colleague, and the right can’t persuade Shige, so he’s got a red face and sighs.

Shang Ha has been watching Sheng’s siege, and has not stopped, and has not explained to Sheng why her colleagues have surrounded her, but rather has been a little lax.

But when Cris tried to save the beauty of the hero, he pulled the subject back to work. It was only then that the gesture of continuing the siege on the beryllies was set aside and that the focus was returned to the elite, who was about to return.

He was finally able to breathe and sit down and listen to them talking and talking.

Listen, VE’s people greeted him on days and nights when he was so hard-working from China that he was under a lot of pressure to work on his day and day.

It’s life. People suffer. No one’s life is easy.

In the back, the conversation started running off again, and it was gone.

“Carver, as soon as you’re gone, it’s estimated that BOSS is going to be on fire for a long time, after all, you’re the only one in our department who cares.” One complained.

“Then don’t you look at Carver. Who are you? If you want BOSS to look at you, you live in a office like Carver every day, leave work at 3:00 in the morning, and come to work at 10:00. Another person backs his mouth.

“That’s it,” the guy sitting across the street from Hsu, noding, “How can you compare to him when you’re dating your little girlfriend and you don’t volunteer to work overtime?”

The man who got kicked out said, “But someone named Carver has a fiancée!”

The time of the table was in silence.

And those who started it shut their mouths, as if they had said something wrong. After all, just before she got out, Tsing had told her not to pierce her identity in front of people, and she did not like to engage in personal relationships at work. So, when eating, no one broke their identities, but rather obscurantly and with their eyes.

“Well, I’ll go to the bathroom.” The lead man on the topic, Zeng Zheng Cha, coughed in time and stood up and left.

And Hsui is a bit confused: fiancée? The woman who came yesterday to pick up Shigeo? The beautiful woman with the diamond ring on her hands.

I’m sorry.

After Shige left the table, Xu Qi was even more incompetent.

After two drinks, I went to the bathroom and snuck out.

The evening wind blows, with coolness, so cold that the body that gets hot after drinking.

If it wasn’t for work, she actually hated those dues. In fact, she prefers a person working quietly until dawn in her office to a glass of false and cobra, at least to remove the disguise from others.

But in the end, it is inevitable.

She groaned into the alley around the corner, preparing to play with her cell phone, but accidentally there she saw a man who had just disappeared from the booth for the same reason.

Singa was crouching in the shadows of the corner, and a smoke was caught in his fingertips, and there was a dimness around him, and there was only that spark.

He didn’t smoke either, except for the long ash of a finger on the ground, with no eyes and no idea what he was thinking.

When I heard the sound of his heels, Zenga looked up and saw Shen at the alley.

Seeing the man who found himself, he turned his back and left, and Xu had to walk into the box.

“How did you get out?” Tsingha dropped the smoke and stood up.

“What’s going on here?” I’m not afraid of cold.

She laughed, as if she had caught her braid, and said, “A little tired, it’s too boring.” It’s symbolically loosed the pine collar, as if it’s really breathing.

It’s probably because he’s been drinking. His whole eye is red today, and it looks like he’s gone. He’s a bit uncomfortable, and he’s a little more angry than he thinks.

She didn’t forget how many drinks the star of the Moon had. It was only when she didn’t notice that Tsinga had taken her place spontaneously and willingly since she was drunk.

And the breast of Shek thinks, “The wine and the pot of fire do not offend and panic.”

Shang Cha looked at her and looked at her like, “The university is for a special reason.”

It’s a little uncomfortable for him to look at her. She’s too busy to think about it.

“I’m not afraid you’ll get drunk.”

Listen to his answer, Hsui Baek.

There’s a lot of people in college, roommates, student organizations, classmates. It’s like if we can find a name, we can sort it out. Hsui is not unheard of by the fact that students like them who are “small and famous” on campus, once their emotional lives are exposed to the eyes of the people, then all kinds of meals follow.

Couples are always made up of good classmates, drunk and hugged by classmates in kisses to say embarrassing things.

But Shifu and Tenga didn’t have the trouble.

Because he had long stated that he was allergic to alcohol, that he could eat, that he would drink, and that no one dared to make them drink.

He’s really doing it.

But it was not until seven years later that she realized that he was not unable to drink, but only unconsciously prevented her from one bureau after another.

But Tsingha may not know that seven years ago Sheng was a completely different person. Seven years ago, she hated the payment of such hospitality, so she tried to avoid it, but seven years later, she was able to bite her teeth and cope with it.

In seven years, everyone has changed.

It’s hard to hear the answer.

“What about today?” She whispered, “I don’t know why, but I’m waiting for an answer.” Although she was aware that he already had a fiancée, she might soon become the husband of another woman.

She smiled and looked at her and said, “Happy today.”

Happy for what?

Happy to be repatriated? Or are you happy that you’re determined to return to your country and that you’re standing in front of yourself now?

He didn’t explain.

He understood what he had said. She did not speak again, and the two fell into silence.

In the alleys of Chinatown, there is no life, and the familiar mother tongue moves around in the ears of both people, causing people to return to their homes.

He looked up at the dark night, long and sighed: “It’s cold outside, you’re not wearing a coat, go back.”

Their lack of clarity and clarity should have ended seven years ago.

Now that he has a fiancée, there should be more than a normal intersection.

It’s not fair to the fiancée who has only one side with her, it’s unfair to her.

The photo of the year was meant to go in a few minutes before returning to the dining room. She did not want to be seen as a woman who was ashamed to be close to an engaged person, even though she had stayed in the United States for a short period of time because of her work.

Apparently, you don’t seem to be so busy, because the only person who noticed that she was away for a long time was Cris.

The first one came back long after he disappeared and was surrounded by people who drank a lot. Hsui’s hand shakes the cup of juice in her hands — and it’s this warm, kind American young man around her who dropped her — while sneaking his eyes at the place where the atmosphere was the hottest in the room.

“Cris,” he said, “What’s the fiancée of Carver?”

She didn’t have control over it.

“Well…” the American boy’s look sold him his puzzle, “I’m not so sure that Carver never mentioned her in front of us, but he was about to listen to other colleagues as if it was for her.

“Oh, thank you.” He didn’t lift his eyelids.

And when she stopped talking, Cris was quiet and he thought, “The beauty of their company is about to leave, otherwise the men of the company would never be able to mix again.”

After all this time, Tsing Ha is finally out of control.

His laughter came from the side of the couch in the box, with a long arm up high, and seemed to be in distress.

“I can’t drink anymore today,” he said, “I’m not going to get back to China.”

“Not a good time to return?”

The people around him dragged his voice and booged, and he was just smirking, and the red went from the ear to the neck, and it seemed that he really drank a lot.

“That’s not gonna work. If it’s going to change, BOSS is trying to kill my heart.”

“No way, BOSS can’t leave you.”

That being said, he was treated with dignity. He was drunk and the people were not bothered.

Tsingha turned back and took a soft breath from an invisible point of view, and then fell on the couch.

“Carver!” Someone saw him fall and shouted.

His right hand was on his forehead, he was breathing with his eyes closed, and he was laughing, “It’s nothing big but maybe I’m going home tonight.”

While he was talking to his colleagues, he was listening in his ears. Suddenly she heard her name coming out of the mud and she sat up in the air and covered herself with the proper benefit of listening.

“Jannet, Carver’s drunk. Probably have to go home.” A flat-headed man came over a little sorry to say.

He didn’t understand what he was talking about, so he went on and said, “Then please send him home.”

Until Shen had taken her half-a-week out of the box door, she understood: How could she send her “first day” person home? Just because they’re all Chinese?

I’m sorry.

Half the weight of eight or two of the largest men was on the body of Shen, who was struggling. People who have been drinking are always as soft and heavy as lead.

He’s angry, he’s strangling a soft meat in his waist, complaining, “Don’t drink if you can’t drink so much, I don’t know who’s in trouble…”

The person who was strangled did not know if it was a reflection of the condition, so his subconscious tightened his body and shook.

Her grievances had been halved.

As usual, at least his weaknesses remain the same.

Whether this means that, regardless of the time, the object is human, at least objectively present, it will not change there, will not go away, and will not have to worry about the wind.

It’s not until the good guys who came out to give Singha a good look and put him in a taxi, that’s how he’s relieved.

“BC TOWN.” She said to the driver of the driver’s seat, and then wrinkled to see the big man still reliant on her.

Not long after the car had been driven out, the man who seemed drunk enough to climb out of her body so sober that he could clean his collar and stare at Xu with a clear eye.

He’s got a big mouth, and he says, “Are you drunk or not?”

“How long will it take to leave today?” Zing laugh.

It’s a hundred and eighty more people out of a country where the culture of alcohol prevails than the native Americans, who have been trying to persuade. Even so, Hsui didn’t forget the cheapness he had been rubbing on himself.

Well, it’s still a little bit, actually. Tsing-ha shook the window and tried to wake himself up with the cold wind.

After all these years, he has not been able to make a proper girlfriend, and it happens to be his soft spot. If he’s a little bit short of will, he may have already called out. And now, it’s just that the body is not just sprouting from its waist, but it’s still too hot to explode.

“What’s wrong with you?” He looks at the guy with the red face to his ear.

She was embarrassed, coughed, “It’s a little hot.”

“The nerves are still hot in L.A. at the end of September.” She snuffed, but didn’t want to add, “Come on, you get cold when you’re drinking.”

He was like, “Well,” and then he rolls up the window and leans on it to avoid the present somewhat awkward atmosphere.

It’s only afterward that Hsu will react. If Tsingha is not drunk, why did he send him home?

But the perpetrators have fallen asleep in peace.

I’m sorry.

He’s actually found out that he took himself home after.

Shigeo threw the key at the small tea table in the living room and fell on the couch.

“My roommate’s not here today. You can do whatever you want. I’ll be right back.” He leans on the couch and he breathes on his head. It’s just that it’s just that it’s just that it’s kind of…

Hsui’s hands and shoulders were rounded up and the room was scanned — the most common style of renovation — and it became clear that he had no interest in the house because it was rented.

“Where is the cup?” She went to the open kitchen because it was not easy to flip around without the consent of her master, and she asked.

Sing’s voice is buzzing, and there’s no more calm in the day: “There’s clean glasses in the disinfectant cabinet at the lower left corner.”

He didn’t answer. He just took out the cup, poured out two cups of water, then came to him and put it down.

“Have some water, it’s better, or do you have any milk, I’ll make you a glass?”

Shang Cha tried hard to open his eyelids, one hand on the couch and another hand to fill the glass. Maybe it’s because you’re drunk and you’re barely holding your cup.

“Beware!” He said, “It’s like anger.”

But the man just held the cup, looked down, couldn’t see his face and didn’t move.

He was shaking his hand in front of him, “What? Sleeping?”

It seemed like she woke up and Zenga was up. A pair of eyes is scary.

“I want you to feed.” Those who speak have clear eyes and see nothing wrong, and the long tails in the words are not very common as a sarcasm.

He’s got a little hairy, “What are you, little?” But he turned his head so he couldn’t look at his face again.

“I can’t hold it steady if I want you to feed me.” Shang Ha repeats again.

The man seems drunk, but there is no problem with logic.

He sat next to him, holding a glass in his one hand, provoking his jaw in his one hand, and feeding water on his feet.

With his eyes closed, Singo’s “cooling” down the water, his throat rolling up and down, and the water leaked out of his mouth and rowed down the radon of his neck.

It’s so close, it’s too vague, and it’s a beautiful scene.

Hep’s coughing, and it’s hard, “You’re like this, and you don’t call your fiancée?”

This is not the case, because no adult would find it wise to come to his house in the middle of the night with a drunk ex-fiancée. But at this point, Hsui’s heart is sore, he can’t help it.

How do you know Tsingha’s fundamental consciousness didn’t come back?

I didn’t want to talk about it again, and Hsu said, “Nothing.”

No more contact. She thought.

After drinking the water, Shige became sleepy and went to bed on the couch. He sat on the couch next to him and looked at him for a while before he found out that the big man, one metre or eight, had shrunk and his eyebrow wrinkled, apparently because of the cold.

Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, Sing, “What’s your room?”

No response was received. She had to pick out an unlocked one in two rooms before she was able to confirm that this was the man’s bedroom outside.

There was little surplus furniture, a bed, a closet, a desk, a computer on top of it, and a small piece of paper in the corner of the desk.

If the whole room was not for that picture on the wall, it would almost have been a model room. But it was that photo that made her recognize it, so she determined the owner of the room.

She went up, leaned on her head and looked at the only decorative item in the room.

It’s a picture in the frame, it’s beautiful, but it looks a little cheap because of the plastic. It was a group of people in a suit who stood on the front of the building and pretended to smile at the camera.

He almost immediately found the familiar figure.

Standing in the crowd, the sorghum was wearing a black suit with the right tops, with a fine pair of Phnom Penh frame glasses, because of the unique fragrance of crane chickens.

She then saw the girl who was standing behind him, with a serious face that did not make her smile, and who was also dressed.

The girl seemed unhappy, and while she was laughing around, she was facing a real face on the floor, as if she was unsatisfied.

That’s Shen, the 19-year-old.

On top of the picture, a clear line of white words: 20XX, a photo of a member of the Jiangda Model United Nations.

Because it was the next morning in the United States that Xue stepped on the spot and arrived at Ve.

“Hello, Jannet.” The handsome man with the hair of the linen, Cris, warmly greeted her, and gave her a little hint.

Forget about it, she’s thinking about it. This case with VE, her partner is the boy. She doesn’t want to leave behind any of her partners’ “apathy” or “invisibility” evaluations.

Strangely enough, the whole morning VE people had just arranged a desk for her, without any further integration of their next business, and Cris had been a little bit confused after his colleagues had come to whisper to him, and looked back and looked back.

And who is He who is He who has been used to being the focus of mankind since she went to school? Indeed, she has not been afraid.

She sits calmly on her desk and opens her notebook and carefully revisits the case.

It was only after one morning that she was at the coffee shop on her lunch break and finally lost her sense of control and remembered last night.

I’m sorry.

She saw a photo of them in her room, and the only photo of them — a photo of them when they first met.

Neither of them was a person who liked to take photographs, and Hsui, despite the fact that he had never had feelings, did not send any photos in the circle of friends for a year. And that picture, the only one left, was in the same box.

At that moment, Xue can’t express his feelings.

She knows better than anyone the age of this picture, its origins and the sense of its owner’s appreciation of it. But what she does not understand is why this man, having a fiancée, can remember his predecessor in open memory? What is more, his memory leaves him in a shameful and inexorable state.

For a moment, she turned her back in haste and covered her face with a slight change of color.

Sing, Sing, Hsing?

The man had changed his position, from leaning against the couch to completely convulsing on it. When he heard her voice, he just frowned and frowned.

He didn’t hear. He came close to her. She suddenly looked up and hit her side face. Her face was so hot after drinking that she was almost on fire.

“Pretty”

She heard Sage calling her name. It was that year, when it was so close, that Tsinga couldn’t control the nicknames that were called out by God.

The heat sprung into her face, and she sat up, and her heart was shaking.

This can’t go on, she thinks.

So he fled.

No one can sleep on the sofa before it’s too late.

I’m sorry.

After the lunch break, Shen couldn’t hold up, so she went to the Office of Audit to ask about the cooperation.

The CRIS on the side looked at her, tried to say something, and shut up anyway.

As soon as I got to the office, I saw the familiar man in the transparent glass standing at the desk, with his head down, like he was saying.

He knocked on the door and thought he’d come back later.

But the people inside the door had seen her and had first opened the door, very familiar.

“Come in and say it.” Shang Cha stood by her side and whispered to her in Chinese.

Hsu Bao went in with his head down, ignoring the taste of a man’s hangover in his nose.

“Jannet, I was just looking for you.” He’s sitting in the boss’s chair at the top of the VE Audit Department. He’s about 60 years old, but he’s not old, but he’s bald.

“This time we’re all interested in working with Starbucks, and we were going to have Cris follow up on this case with you, but then we thought it was a big case, and we had a Chinese guy here.” And he smiled, and he looked up, and he stood up, and he said, “Although Carver was about to leave, his ability was the best of our department, and I’m sure this cooperation would be a pleasure.”

That’s why. No wonder the whole morning Cris tried to stop, and the case was taken from his mouth.

Shige took a step forward, reaching out his hand.

He’s wearing a very formal suit today, a black coat with a white shirt and a slashed tie, and a low-key large tie under the tie. The official counterpart was the carelessness of the detail: the twilight on his hair, the rush to wash his head before leaving the house, and the brutal growth of his chin, which was luminous. That’s what happens to hangovers. Hsui’s belly.

“Jannet, have a good time working together.” Shang Ha smiled and said that this time he was speaking English that everyone present could understand.

“Enjoyed to cooperate.” He holds back his left hand and picks his lips, but he is sharp.

After leaving the office, Tsing Ha greeted her and went to prepare the next work materials, and the Cris who watched Shen go to the office with his eyes and eyes were already here.

He had some regrets: “Jannet, I can’t work with you this time.”

Twenty-four-five-year-old American boys are frank and natural and do not hide the loss in their words.

“There will be a chance in the future.” He answered politely.

“Really?” Cris’ eyes were bright and apparently failed to fully understand Chinese hospitality.

To be honest, there are thousands of ways to deal with people who have been working so long. No one in the country is going to die in the workplace, no one’s going to die, no one’s going to talk shit, no matter what. So when facing a straight ball from an American boy, Shen didn’t think about how to answer.

Should I say no? Or should I do it? Or would he take his answer seriously?

Hsu Yi really doesn’t understand.

But she was relieved in due course: “Hew, come over here, please.” Singha, not far away, was carrying a piece of information pointing at her in the small conference room next to her. The Chinese language is also spoken by people around us.

It’s like seeing the Cris next to her after saying it, “Oh, Cris, did I interrupt your conversation with Jannet?” Zhiga apologized for shrugging his shoulders when the person present could not see that he had deliberately set aside the two men.

I didn’t think Cris understood what he was saying, but he said, “Carver, stop bullying Jannet!” Don’t let her go home because she’s drunk!

However, the person targeted did not care, but took a glimpse of the conference room and promised to keep up.

By the time they sat in the conference room and closed the door, the world was quiet, and only two people were able to type.

“You were last night…”

“Look here…”

Hepton’s gone. He didn’t look at him. There’s no need to bring private business into this.

“It was a little drunk yesterday, I’m sorry to bother you.”

He passed on the glass he had just prepared: “Drink the water first, there’s no rush to work.”

Hsui’s on the line, but the sight is on his left finger.

A ring.

She had just discovered that the ring in the ring had disappeared and that only the traces left by the years and years of wearing the ring could not be hidden.

“Let’s work.” She said.

Because, in the middle of the day, she was reminded of the battle between the grids on the other side of the ocean.

Real or fake, pins of wheat, every word must be considered, every expression must be understood.

But she’s tired. She’s tired of coming all these years alone.

She doesn’t want to be distracted in her life from what’s real and what’s fake.

It’s like a ring that can’t disappear in any case, and there’s a sign of his life and of his colleague’s fiancée.

Really?

Or fake?

He has no strength or courage to guess again.

It’s better for everyone.

I’m sorry.

It must be said that the process of working with Tsing Cha was very pleasant.

There was hardly a single piece of crap for both of them, and as long as one mentioned the previous sentence, the other would certainly be able to quickly say the next sentence. There is no need for a reminder or any hint, as if it were a long-standing understanding.

The conference room was very warm, both of them taking their coats off and leaving only one shirt. At first glance, both men in white shirts seem to have returned to their day of study in the library.

There are not many couples in college who go to study together, but there are also a lot of obnoxious couples in public. But they are the exception, one more than the other.

Shang Cha has prepared for both of them a warm glass and bread for the belly of the fruit, which is then buried in the study. He was not too much, except for whispering questions about what he did not understand in some of his public classes and not talking to those around him.

At the most, after a day of intensive study, the two men held their hand to each other under the table and opened up quickly. It’s like it’s better to keep people hungry than the bread on the table.

He really thought that was what he wanted.

The way forward is no less difficult for each other, and so is the burden on them.

“You’ve improved a lot over the years.” It should be work that eases the atmosphere between the two, and Zeng Chau has spoken to the heart.

She never cared about the word progress. She always knew Tsing was a real person. I’m happy to hear his compliment, but I’ve slipped out of my mouth without saying anything: “No other country IPO dares to say that at least IPO on the American side will not be too far behind you, after all…”

She was just about to say the next sentence, but in due course.

The eyes were not prepared to sweep the sorghum. It was not surprising to her that the words she had not finished had come to mind with her own overstretching.

“Did you study in America after all?”

His tone suddenly became cold, and he was inspired to have the courage to look back at his angry eyes. It seemed like he couldn’t see her so easily talking about that time.

The atmosphere of harmony has not been easy to wipe out, and there are only two people remaining in the room.

Singo moved his lips and said, “Because it’s America, right?”

He didn’t talk, he just looked at him, and his eyes were wide open.

It’s definitely a dead end between them.

“Sho,” a moment, a moment, a moment of silence, a moment of silence, a moment of silence, “Do you have no heart?”

He was so nervous that his brain was full of blood and his fingers were shaking, and in his complaint, he remembered the scene as if it had happened.

You didn’t have a heart when they broke up.

At the end of May in the early summer, there was a great deal of air on the campus, and it was time for the four students to leave. The young people, who fled from the ivory towers, faced an uncertain future and were excited.

Even though he has always been an excellent hymn, his tone of speech carries excitement.

“Hew, Hsui, Hsui.” The Tsing, who just hung up on the phone, tried to contain the excitement in his tone and whispered to his girlfriend who was out of the sky.

“Ah?” He looked back in his eyes and looked a little harsh.

“What’s on his mind?” He squeezed her hand, but felt her hand by accident a bit cold, “Was it less clothes?”

Hsui took his hand silently: “No… something is thinking.”

She didn’t care about that. She just pulled the phone records out of her face. “Look at the number.”

Shanghai?

“Well,” he took the phone back, “I just got the call from the start, I passed them, I got the OFFER, and I’ll be officially in office after graduation.”

The opening of the business was a Chinese-foreign joint venture in Shanghai, which had not recruited any graduates after the fall spring job, but Shang Ha somehow had mastery of the law, which had allowed them to break this example.

He smiled a little bit more than he was happy: “That’s good.”

“Not good, really good. This job is hard to get, again in Shanghai. I can visit you first, and when you graduate, it’ll be easier to work at Shanghai, and without the pressure of rent, you can choose a place closer to the firm and save time for commuting.”

The more Shang said, the lower the head of the shoal.

He’s got a great heart. She can’t help it.

But reality is reality. He moved his lips or opened his mouth. She rarely used such a serious tone to call him, and Tsingha stopped and watched her.

“I’m going abroad.”

Hsui Qui avoids the look in his eyes: “The college has a place for study at public expense, and the counselors have told me in advance, and I have considered that undergraduate law is too much of an employment pressure, and leaving the country is my best choice.”

The people across the street did not speak, but listened to her in silence.

“I went to Tofu the other day, and it felt good, but it would not have been enough if it had been a formal application, so my focus for the next year was on English.”

“As for Shanghai ”

She thought about how to keep going, but didn’t expect the sudden anger of Shige.

The man’s hand over her wrist was so strong that she had to look up at her eyes in his anger.

“Do you think I’m your boyfriend?”

The slashing of the head is a loud accusation.

The two men were standing in front of the cafeteria, always speaking loudly, with a temperate and sudden change of face.

“Why didn’t you tell me about such an important study abroad?”

Hsui’s love was so dignified, he hated the way others looked at it, he took his hand off and walked a few steps back with his cold face and thought he was in the safe zone and said, “This is two years later.”

“Are you going to Shanghai?”

He thought he was a bit unreasonable: “It’s my own business. It’s hard for me to get this opportunity to study at public expense, and I can’t give up.”

When she said that, she calmed down, and he laughed so badly: “If it wasn’t for today, would you have never wanted to tell me, oh, no, maybe until the day before you left the country? I, uh, informed me that my girlfriend is leaving soon.”

Words are too lethal, especially with purposeful words.

Hsui has no desire to talk to him at all, but more and more, even more and more.

“You never told me what you were doing from the start that you wanted me to ask myself to ask you to answer your own questions.”

“We’ll be together, and then we’ll get along.”

“Why did I refuse so many jobs in Autumn? All you have to do is try to find someone close to you, to make it easier for you to work. You know it’s better for you to leave the country, don’t you? Why didn’t I choose this way?”

“You can tell me when you’re done with your decision, instead of waiting until you’ve had to. I won’t feel so bad. Do you understand?”

He can’t rebut it.

It was only then that she understood why the older brothers and sisters in the debate team always said: “The most powerful and aggressive phrase to ask questions can bring not only physical, but also mental, lethal.

People were whispering, as if watching the scandalous affair of the couple.

She can’t help but feel that she’s full of eyes and blood.

It’s such a terrible thing.

Proud as she is, she has to endure this again.

And it was she who climbed out of the mud, fighting for her life, that she could enjoy what people worship, and not the sight of a joke.

She felt like she was back in her six-year-old year, and she came home happy with her school bag, wondered what dinner mom could do, or she could laugh at the six-point windmill with dad, but everything was destroyed by the scene in the sunset yard.

I’m sorry.

Most of the people in the compound were crowded outside their small yard, men wearing vests and women whispering. Some of the people who noticed that Sheng had a small braid snuggled her and thought they were low on her voice: “This little boy is a real sinner, and he doesn’t know what he thinks…”

She has always heard from her mother that she likes to complain to her parents about the short story.

Mom!

“Daddy!” She cried out loud again.

It seems that the crowd noticed her presence. And as if they had made an understanding, they had divided a course, and at the end of it, at the centre of the crowd He saw his parents.

It’s the mother with the kitchen knife and the father with the box rolling on the floor.

He saw his father kneel. On the ground, there was mud on the side of the face, describing her name as coyote.

It’s just that Mom’s still holding on to the knife, like she’s going to chop it off the next second.

Zhang Yu, Zhang Yi, you don’t scare her.” Dad said.

Zhang Yu is her mother’s name. When he said so, Zhang Yu came back and looked at the six-year-old daughter with the bag.

♪ When a bang. ♪ The knife fell on the ground.

Zhang Yu went over there, held her daughter dead and feared who would take her away.

“Shu Chijun, get out of my house! Take everything you have!” Zhang Yu kneeled on the floor with young beaks, scolded them with hiss and weeping over her face.

Xu Zhijun stood up, looked at a yoga, moved his lips, wanted to say something, but the knife that was on the ground didn’t say anything.

It was only the last time he pulled up the suitcase and left, and he couldn’t stand to turn back.

He said it was dumb, “You listen to your mother, don’t make your mother angry, be nice to your mother, be human…”

“Dad!” Shen seems to have felt something and rushed to leave her mother and run towards her father.

But at this point, a yu grabs her.

Her eyes were red, filled with hatred and pain: “Your father has another home outside! He wants you!”

And yet, the word “no you” means “no” to a little squirt, and then she sees that she’s always been a god’s father, and she turns around.

And then the father never turned back.

The clamoring of the trunks was particularly clear in the very quiet compound.

And her whole life seems to have been trapped by the four words, “screw.”

I’m sorry.

She’s only got a heartache, but her face is burning, and she’s trying to explain, “Singa, I really need this opportunity.”

After the father left, the family was in poor financial condition. He knew that his father would call money on a regular basis every month, but the mother was as if she had a heart attack. He called in an hour, and the next hour she could rush back to the bank with her coat. It’s her pride and dignity, and Shen never blamed her.

However, after the divorce, the mother seemed to be becoming more paranoid, as she was used to scold her, sometimes uncontrollably, because she was not a thing, and because of the bad blood left behind by the man, who could not do anything.

She felt bad, but she endured it every time she thought of what her father said to her when she left.

She’s the only one. She can’t be bad to her. She can’t be disappointed. Hsu Kei wants to.

So when she learned of this opportunity to study for public school, she almost agreed unconsciously. It was only in the hindsight that she thought she should talk to Shige, but somehow things were going on.

Perhaps her low self-esteem made it difficult for her to say these ancient things.

Maybe she knew this was inevitable.

The end of the matter ends with a sentence from Shang Cha.

He seemed tired, and he put his hand on it.

Sing Ha’s eyelids are much smaller, but his words are no less painful than those that have just exhausted his voice.

“Do you have no heart?”

“Was it my wish in your life or is it a lack of respect in my two years with me?”

“You never left my place in your future.”

The last sentence is not a question mark. It is an irrefutable affirmation.

She’s unconscious, she’s trying to justify it, and she’s upstretched.

“Singo …”

But the other party has not given her a chance and has not used her as usual. Maybe really disappointed.

Shige left her alone in the middle of the crowd and in front of the crowd, as did her father who left her.

Then she heard that Shang Ha had gone to Shanghai the next day.

Later, she heard that Tsing Ha had not returned to the graduation ceremony.

Later, she heard that he was doing very well, with a sense of satisfaction and a sense of satisfaction.

Since then, the name “singo” has existed only in her “heard.” She’s no longer the leading actor in his story, but she’s an outsider, and it’s all out of someone’s mouth.

Hsui Po thought they might have broken up.

Her anonymous finger was actually just a moment of emotional breakdown, when he calmed down when he saw the changing face of Xu.

The emotions that broke up seven years ago had logically been digested by him, but in a similar situation, he was unable to endure. It’s just this time, it seems to be more stimulating, but it’s Shen.

Her eyes were not focused, as if they were in a painful past. The hands on the table are also shivering.

She’s in a hurry, nothing else. Grab her hand. “Hew!

He’s just drawn from the past.

“Don’t touch me.” She said that the tone was a little undetectable.

But Tsingha’s a little sharper, “What’s wrong with you?” It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have mentioned the past.”

“I told you not to touch me!” Hsui Qi has pulled his hand out of his hand, “Do you know that we broke up? Do you know if you have a fiancée, you can’t do this to your ex? Do you know it’s crazy to have your fiancée pick up your ex-girlfriend?”

Three sets of counter-questions seem to have returned all the questions given to her that year.

“Fiancée?” “You say Julie?”

“I don’t know what Julie, Wally, Zhang Li!” All she knew was the woman who was flaunting her car with a diamond ring in front of her.

He’s laughing, even holding on to her forehead, and it’s like, “Julie’s been divorced and there’s a kid.”

“You don’t seem to mind being a stepfather.” Shen is really haunted by memories, so she doesn’t speak.

Shang Cha sent a message from his cell phone whatsapp.

He put the chat in the eyes of Xue, “Look for yourself.”

He didn’t want to, but he didn’t control his eyes.

JUN:

Carver:

Soon Zingga returned:

I’m sorry about that.

“Wei Jun is my roommate, a programmer, good lad. Julie was a former colleague of mine. They met through me. Wei Jun is chasing Julie.” Tsingha’s patient explanation.

If she doesn’t believe me, he’ll bring her pictures of Wei.

A tall, skinny boy with ordinary black-boxed glasses on his nose, and a platinum shirt that looks like a single wholesale from the programmer base.

He really went to see it, but it’s still pale, apparently not convinced.

The atmosphere had stabilized for a while, and it was at one point that he understood the reason why she had been acting strangely.

A little cold ring of fingers with an unnamed finger on the left hand of the jaw.

Hsui turned back and his no-name finger had been ringed. It’s the platinum ring that Shigee put on her finger to keep her in her arms but not to fly.

“It’s your no-name-size,” she looked up at her, and said, “I did it the year I left the country, and I kept it on my middle finger, which was a little tight, but well, I was thought to be engaged, and there was a lot less to mess with my little girl.”

She looked up and looked at the marks of his left finger being strangled. It had not been felt before that he had said that he had only discovered that the size of the ring might have been a bit small for him.

“I told Ve on the first day of your trip that you were my fiancée, so I took the ring off.” And he smiled, and he said, “Or else, it’s really strangling.”

No wonder VE’s colleagues are all that kind of attitude, and she’s the only one who’s acting.

He fell down and didn’t look at him, but his finger unwittingly touched the line on the metal ring.

It does fit her size, but it’s probably lucky. Fortunately, she has not been obese for several years, so that today she may not be in a state of embarrassment in which the ring will not fit.

Not everything is so lucky. The size hasn’t changed. Something else might change.

They’ve really been apart too long.

He quietly took the ring off and put it in her pocket: “Singo…”

The man swings his hand and sees no displeasure: “It’s okay.”

It’s like she didn’t do anything great to return his ring.

I’m sorry.

It’s easier to get along since I told you. Although it was still a taboo to break up a few years ago, it was at least better than the previous awkward situation of fear of perversity.

It’s a good thing that neither one of them is a workaholic or a perfectist, and nobody ever talks about it again.

At a glance, the time has passed a week. When this IPO project came to a successful conclusion, Shen was almost unconvincing — she never thought about the American side so well.

After the official report, people in the office were stretching out and shouting how hard it was to work these days.

He didn’t stretch out his face like they did, so he snuck his back and choked.

“Hey! And don’t forget that Case this time thanks to Jannet and Carver!

“Yeah, if it weren’t for Jannet and Carver, we wouldn’t have solved the case in the next month.”

“Yes, it is…”

One man calls out to hundreds.

It’s been silent, Cris.

Party! It’s a little hopeless. She knew she’d come here to protect herself from that.

The proposal by Cris was clearly agreed upon, with the leader ecstaticly rushing to the leadership room to propose proposals and request funding, while the hymns were silently looking at Xu Yi.

“Don’t worry, it’s not the kind of party you think,” he said in Chinese, “it’s a formal dinner.”

“Foreign dinner? ” The look of Shen Bao has a moment. It’s just an ordinary case for the Ve, and it doesn’t have to be this big.

Tsinga looked at her thoughts and shook her head: “For you.” There’s a lot of resources over here. It’s about giving you a personal profile, so you better take care of it.”

And that’s when she realized that the people of Ve actually sent her a big gift.

I just don’t know if it’s a gift to her or to her “fiancée” to her.

I’m sorry.

The next day.

As a well-known American business, after learning the reasons for the meeting, the department BOSS waved to place the meeting in one of the largest hotels in Los Angeles. Without concern, the hotel has arranged all the decorating and catering of the premises, and participants can go directly in as long as they wear a fine dress.

Aware of the importance of today’s event, Xu Quixi took a day off, bought a dress at the mall, made a local emergency spa and a manicure, biting his teeth and picked a necklace town.

She didn’t know she had any money until Shen came.

How can the people who are VE give her a little bit of resources? This is to introduce her to potential clients all over L.A.

Even though she is doing so well in the country, she really feels that the heels beneath her feet at this point in the day are a little tweaked, and that her height of eight centimetres makes her a little ferocious.

The men behind her got her in time.

“Beware.” Someone grabbed her naked outside wrist and took her to her arms.

There’s a swirling on the skin. Even if today she was wearing high heels more than a metre and a half, she still needed to look up and look at him with her chin.

And Zhig was a complete shock to God.

Perhaps he mentioned the importance of today ‘ s occasion, which is particularly formal for Xue. A high-opened red coat of wine with a white-skinned, white-skinned dress on her back, and her long hair, which she usually wears in ponytails or, occasionally, on her shoulders, is turned today into a twilight, with a long neck, and a broken necklace on her chest, except for the seductive view of V.

“Well… new necklaces?” Tsing Ha was too afraid to look at her, just feeling a little hot in the ears, so he was just looking around.

Hsui was shocked by the scene and calmed down for a while, “Well,” and then came back to the guy who suddenly turned his head, “What’s wrong with you? Is the air conditioner hot in there?” She saw his red ear root.

Today, Shang Cha is wearing a black suit, which is not a very special match, but it is absolutely appropriate. They stand together like this, but they look even more bright.

He didn’t answer the question about Shen, just said, “It’s a good day.” I didn’t say it was a good necklace or a good one.

And it was thus that Xu Qi took a few steps in his hand, and it came to pass: “Why is it as if he had taken such a hand and became his companion?”

It’s true that after the party, Xu Xie didn’t follow Shang, but was led by Ve, who knew many local elites. With her high-foot red glasses, she walks in the field, smiles first and a glass of wine comes down, leaves a lot of contacts, and many people have an impression of this Chinese lawyer from Shanghai.

The tweezers, the lights, and the tweezers: This time in the United States, there’s a lot to be said about.

It’s about mid-dance. The opening dance was with one’s own partner, and now men and women are free to mate, so many single men and women are moving.

The focus of the whole scene today is naturally this beautiful woman from the East.

The men present had no choice but to gather their eyes on Shen, and even worse, they had gone to Shen.

It’s just that one person is faster than the others.

The smooth music of the glazing glare started to sound, and the long buffet table was covered with glasses that had just been laid down. He was standing in the corner talking to partners at a well-known firm in Los Angeles, and the middle dance began with a sudden increase in the number of people walking in this corner.

“Jannet, you’re going to be prom queen today.” The partners laughed.

“I wonder if I have the pleasure.” A girl should not have come to ask for a partner, but she was so eager to get on the line with the man in front of her.

Half a century later, a man swayed: “I am not involved with your youth, I am happy with your youth,” and he showed her behind his eyes, “Your Majesty, your knight is here.”

He’s not looking back.

If it was him, she wouldn’t mind dancing again.

But when her eyebrows were full of smiles, she found out it wasn’t that guy.

“Jannet, can you dance with me?” Cris combed his back today and touched his head with oil, and the dark blue slashed suit was enough for him to wash himself of the breezyness of his previous encounters, especially when he reached out with one hand and the other hand behind his back, bending a little and not looking at her.

Hsui Lin didn’t think that Cris was the first person to come, and his face was a little smug.

In the remaining light, the men she was waiting for had their eyes shined brightly in the crowds of people who had gathered their heads.

Well, that’s pretty popular.

She looked up, looked at the man, put her right hand in Cris’ hand, and she said, “I’d love to.” It’s kind of like saying goodbye.

And in the second that Cris’s hand was holding Shen, there was clearly a groaning around him. They didn’t get the first time to ask her to dance.

In the suddenly dark lights, the classic French little bits of play.

To the point of his toes, he turned around and slipped to the dance floor with the radians of his skirt.

Cris’ right hand held her waist and said it was, in fact, a gentleman left a hand and did not put it all up. And he looked down and focused on the woman who was dancing along his steps.

She’s definitely the center of the scene today.

The fact that women in the east are somewhat euphemistic and gentle is a constant stereotype of women in the east by foreigners. Perhaps because of their ethnic characteristics, they are more introverted, less visible, less shy and less generous. It’s completely different. She’s hot, sharp. She dared to wear a red dress on such occasions and to speak freely to all commercial gatories. Even though she was the center of many eyes, she always stood up to her head and earned it.

This contrast adds to the beauty of this Eastern woman.

After half of the music, Xu turned around again, with a long hair falling out of a nice hairlide, scrambling in Cris’ nose, a dim fragrance accidentally drilled into his nose.

He murmured, “Jannet, you look beautiful today.”

The swirl is slightly deformed, and the light happens to be in her eyes, like a star.

“Thank you. You’re very handsome today.” She leans on her head and her lips rise.

Someone’s having a heart attack because of her smile.

The two had a good time here, but some had already frowned on the head.

Shang Ha was already talking to a local investment banker who was interested in expanding his business to China, and who was careful to extend his hand to Shen Yi-la, but didn’t expect to hear that the boss looked at the center of the dance floor before he finished.

“Young is good.”

“How?” Zinga said.

“The man in the middle of the dance floor, she’s a woman, she’s a nice young man.”

He looked at it, and it was only so long before he got rid of his “satisfied” date, that he had already danced with someone else.

“This is a lawyer from China?” Big Brother asked. Obviously asking about the situation in Shen.

“Yes, my sister.” At that point, he stopped worrying and confessed his relationship. She was supposed to be introduced to someone.

The boss looked at him by accident, and his eyes were wide open: “Sir, what is your old Chinese saying?” The water and the building…”

He answered that question.

Big brother high five, “Hey, yeah, that’s it!”

The moon is long enough. He was holding a glass of wine, and she was not far away. Get me to another building for the month.

After the song, Hsui was a little distracted, ignoring Cris’ eyes and saying if you’ll excuse him, you leave, and therefore you’re off the hook with Tsing.

By the time Tsing Chao got in, he was gone, and Cris was left to watch his hands go numb. That’s how he grabbed her.

“Cris.”

Cris, look up and look a little dark, “Carver.”

Seeing that he’s so confused, Tsing Cha knows who it is because of. He was using his Chinese name and deliberately not using her English name, which seemed to be a way of declaring intimacy.

Cris was a little confused at first, and he didn’t realize who he was talking about until he knew who he was. His tongue was tied, and the dry Chinese pronunciation slowly came out of his mouth: “The platinum went to the lounge.” Yuuan also made a second sound of him, some funny and clumsy, but that’s how it was practiced several times and perhaps even in person.

Shang Cha felt uncomfortable when he heard the sound of his tone, deliberately waved his hand and was ready to leave.

“Carver,” Cris called him, “What do you, Chinese girls like?”

A hundred-thousand-thousand question, a Chinese girl, was just that girl.

Inexplicably, Tsinga felt overwhelmed by the anonymous fire. Turning around, standing in front of him, looking down at him, squeezing his jaw line: “You may not know that Jannet is my fiancée,” and then he bit him so hard, he said, “This time I quit my job for her.”

I couldn’t get through it, but I did.

“That’s right, everyone in the company knows, except everybody forgot to tell you.”

Leave Cris standing alone in a mess.

I’m sorry.

The hotel lounge is set at the end of the corridor. It was a lounge, in fact, a great toilet with a make-up room, but only a courtesy of a foreigner.

Shang Cha went to the door of the lounge, and it was a bit difficult to look at the “man’s stop” in front of her.

In the remaining light, the gate of the safe passage opposite the lounge was opened and a light was revealed.

Then the devil cast the door and went into it.

Shang Cha went to the corner and saw the man who was supposed to be so famous today sitting naked on the stairs with a red pair of heels upside down.

She had a high-foot cup in her hand, a transparent and clear liquid in a fine cup, a plastic straw on the surface of the water, which looked like the kind of shit she used to drink five cents of soda in front of a primary school, and a round of red on the upper end of the straw — her lipstick.

She looks exhausted and does not even hear the footsteps of the human being, but she breathes with her eyes closed to the walls.

“Hew Pil?” Sengha softly called her.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and her eyes were turned into a blizzard, and when she found out it was Shige, she calmed down and her eyes were down.

“What are you doing here?” She didn’t hide the fatigue.

It’s not easy to keep smiling with so many people out there.

But the idea is that she’s really tired and can only breathe in this tiny space for a short time, and even drink water because she’s worried that her lips will be flowered, carefully and carefully. Strong woman.

“What are you doing here?”

She’s got her hand out for high heels.

“Don’t wear it, get tired,” she was interrupted, and didn’t answer her question, “Let me rest on my leg.”

After that, whether she answered or not, she put her legs on her own.

The red dress and the black suit, the colours of which were sharp and bright, were swayed by the scene and nothing was said.

Until a man touches her calf with a cool finger.

“Too tight, relax.” He said.

The high heels are too long for the muscles of the calves, and Shen is used to it. But now it’s coming out of his mouth, with an incoherent meaning.

As if it were the heat, she only felt that his fingertips were getting hotter, even with her.

“Don’t…” Hsui’s leg was pumped away, and he had a sip of water, and he didn’t have lipstick on it, and he said, “I’ve got work to do.

Don’t go yet.

She just fell in his arms.

“Don’t worry, let’s talk for a minute.”

He couldn’t bear to watch her stand next to another man.

He is also the one who can’t help but look at this. She got up from a man and sat beside her and stopped talking.

He’s blushing. I don’t know if he’s drunk and dancing, or because of the guy.

And when they do not speak, they are surprised by what they left behind, and sit still.

He can’t remember how long it was before he sat with people and enjoyed his time in peace, rather than arguing over small benefits to the point where he was unconscious and exhausted. At this point in time, she only feels that such a moment is too precious to even think about reality, lest it be tarnished by its taint.

“All these years you…”

“AE, isn’t there a lot of parties here?”

I can’t believe they’re talking at the same time.

Shang Cha had to swallow her words and answer her question: “Not much, but you know, wherever there is a man, it is impossible not to fight, and you can do it if you do not do it.”

“That’s great.” He’s exhilarating.

“What, bad work?”

She smiled, “Not really, just work.” She did not want to bring the bad things at work to her daily life, and she was used to being strong and incapable of being inferior.

To see her like this, Tsing can’t guess what’s hard for her. It’s just a sighs.

No more work, no more talk. It was so long and so long that it was almost too late to say, “How have you been all these years?”

The two of them were drunk, and the tone was less of a stranger dressed up in a day and of a sword in a fight, and a little more gentle.

He’s been out of his mind for a while now, listening to his voice, looking at his toes red and swollen as he wears high heels, and answering slowly, “Go on.”

“Live?” Zinga whispers again.

“Hmm.” I don’t know why she suddenly fell.

It’s not bad, but there’s nothing to be happy about. It’s like every day in retrospect, one day or another, and life doesn’t change. This is the calm of the former Shen, but she can now say these three words and wonder why she feels a bit of agitation.

Why don’t you love her?

“Are you tired?” he asked.

“Lary, of course.”

“When is the most tired?”

“Oh, the most exhausting time…” I thought, “She thought, “I think it’s better when she’s on the job.”

“There was no one to bring it to Shanghai, and the people who didn’t know each other were always acting like they knew each other.

“It’s usually up to one or two. A box of blizzards swallows, even if it is a meal, on Sunday it falls asleep in the dark, regardless of time.

“Sometimes they cry when they eat noodles, somehow. They cry, they eat and they swear to be human.”

I don’t know why, today it’s like opening up a chat box and telling them all. Really drunk.

Saying more about herself, she whispered, “What about you, Shige?”

“I can’t get through.” He did not say those years, but answered his own questions.

– How are you?

– I can’t get through.

He looks up to him. Men’s eyebrows are crumpled together, their eyes are silent and serious as a pool of deep water, and they’re like an impenetrable typhoon, which only makes people feel their heart beat.

And he thinks it’s weird to see her dancing with other men tonight.

For some reason, seeing his warm eyes, there was a sudden reminder of what happened when he was in the United States a long time ago.

I’m sorry.

On her way out of school, she walked with her own book on the campus and suddenly a big laugh broke out of the school building.

In a jingle, a blond boy, not far from the board, slipped from the long slope at the entrance to the school building, carrying a big sound and a piano in his hand. Even though his hands are not free, because of his skill, the skateboard is still moving smoothly.

Finally, he arrived in the middle of the playground, and he suddenly stopped, stabilized the local brakes and placed the sound on the open ground.

There was a crowd rushing towards the position of the boy.

Xu is surprised, but the crowd is surrounded by a blonde girl laughing with sunshine. And the girls were laughing and walking next to the boys.

The crowd quickly gathered around boys, and the people in the middle cleared their throats and said the song was for my girl.

The last syllable was not finished, and the sound was drowned in the screaming of the crowd. The boy stopped talking and started playing.

It’s a classic English song, every word sounds lazy and every tune is random. It’s also a song she used to love.

The boy swirled the string, and the crowd swayed on its own, while the real “audience” standing in the middle of the crowd looked at him in silence.

“Ask her if she wants to stay a while

Ask her if she wants to stay with me for a moment.

And she will be loved

Tell her she’ll be loved.

She will be loved

She will be loved.”

For the second time, the whole scene was flooded with screams. “She will be loved.”

The heroine walks up and kisses the male lead’s forehead. A boy who couldn’t bear to laugh. The lyrics should be changed from “she will be loved” to “I will love you.”

And then there were only two people on the stereo who couldn’t hide the laugh between their lips.

And at that moment, he found his eyes wet.

It is not only because of the boy’s childish smile, the emotional voice and the appropriate lyrics, but also because of the light in the eyes of the girl.

She understood that look. It’s the look of a man who worships with all his heart.

She had the same look, and that person had lived for a long time in her life, and had finally lost it.

Hsui’s lips are sore and he can’t stop. For some reason, it’s enviable that the obnoxious scenes that appear in the fictional dramas happen in reality, as she did at that moment.

It’s probably because it’s not realistic, because it’s a piece of glass, and it’s hard to recover.

She didn’t think of it for no reason. Because that was the first time that she had shed tears in the United States because of her memory of Zeng, her undiscovered journey and love that could no longer be mentioned, and the pain of looking at a piece of glass and stepping on it.

As now, she finds it difficult to find her bare feet. It’s like stepping on a glass.

“Thinga, I can’t get through.” It’s just that it’s been a long time since the debris was dusty and worn out.

After that, Hsui was carrying shoes and standing up and leaving.

She was so fast that she could only see a round of plum lipstick left behind by her hurried glass with water stains. Maybe there’s a temperature of lips.

After that, neither of them could say a word until after the dinner.

The Ve said that Tsing Ha had come home early, that it was tomorrow’s plane and that he was going back to pack. Shen was relieved to hear that, and the story went in mysterious ways similar to when it broke up.

It was the two who broke up, and he did not leave.

He’s glad he didn’t step on the glass slag again, and that hurts too much.

The last day I went to work at the VE card, and the last night I said goodbye to Hsiu was Cris. The little boy came to her for half a day.

“Sho Pil.”

He speaks Chinese.

Hsui’s eyes flashed a bit of surprise.

He was a bit embarrassed to scratch his head: “Is that not standard for me?”

Shen, “You’re very good, thank you.” Think about who he learned Chinese for.

“Will you come back to America again?” Think about it, Cris still asked for an exit, and Carver’s not here either.

Hsui Bo: “If you have the chance, you’ll come to the United States, after all, there’s more and more transnational business.”

Not dead, but Cris somehow understood her intentions.

The two men were ready to leave after a moment of chilling, and were finally pulled by him.

I didn’t hold her hand, I grabbed her file, and Cris looked everywhere, afraid to see the “fiancé” that suddenly came out.

“You and Carver knew each other before?” How dare you say the engagement?

Hsui had a bias, and his mind was right, and he said, “Yes.”

And somehow the eyes of those who are before you suddenly have a lot of complaints, and they say, “Then wish you happiness.”

And until he was gone, he was mistened.

I’m sorry.

He didn’t think he’d be able to meet her at the airport. By the time she returned, the man had taken her luggage on his own initiative and walked in silence.

“Hello.” Hsui-yi stood up and called him.

Tsingha looked back at her, didn’t talk, apparently angry.

She’s been snuggling for half a day and she’s like, “Why haven’t you come back?”

She thought that he should have returned to his country long ago, in the light of her cold face and her previous character. How did you get hit when you came home?

“Resigned.” He didn’t answer in a cold manner, but then he went and waited for her.

It’s a good idea.

It was hard to tell the two of them that they had been able to talk out of their minds, even though he had seen her at one time thinking that they had broken the ice, but the attitude was even less, and he had not even figured out what she was trying to alienate him and she had left.

He left the party in a bad mood and left behind a sentence, “Go home.”

But he didn’t like it, so he asked her flight number from her colleague VE, changed the plane, came to the airport and waited for her.

But it’s true and it’s true to be angry. So now he won’t talk to Hsui.

It had been an hour since the two had completed their exit formalities and then had to be in the waiting room.

He got up too early in the morning, got an early flight, didn’t have time to eat.

“Well, eat something.” She passed the sandwich to Tsingha.

“Hmm.” Shigeh responded to the sound, the sound was cold, there was no emotion, there was no eye for her.

He bit twice with a sandwich, and thought it was dry, cold and hard, and it made people lose their appetite.

The people next to him looked at each other, and at least three or two of them finished their food, and the paper was so tight that they threw it in the garbage.

The sound of the “singing” seemed very strong.

Shige was actually restrained, and the Cheshire saw his resentment and anger.

He has an extraordinary endurance and calmness. He hardly shows any emotion in front of outsiders. He carries a shelf at all times, as if it were cold and arrogant. Sometimes she thinks that she may be close to the Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu Zhu

But in the end, one of the same kind, and in the same way, eight years ago, she could not have felt it.

It’s just that Sheng can’t take care of him now, and can’t talk.

Early in the morning in Los Angeles there was a heavy rain and a thin mist over the glass. A plane is taking off outside the window, dragging out an arc, and the red light is invisible in the fog.

The two men did not speak, nor did they mention whether the weather would allow them to remain until they were informed on the radio that they could board and that the two men would go to the gate one by one.

Hsui’s last look at L.A. in front of the window.

Seven years ago, they split up because of this town. She’s spent a year and a half here, maybe more. Seven years later, they meet again.

The city was never the story itself, the end of the story, the beginning of the story.

She smiled in front of her back, and Xu returned to look out of the window, handing over her boarding pass and the look of her eyes fell upon her, who was already standing in the gate porch.

And at the glance of his eyes, he reached out to her as if he was pushing her, and had an unexpected expectation, but his eyes were faint.

She breathed, and she didn’t know why, suddenly there was a feeling that she was going home, but she had been busy trying to blur the boundaries of the concepts of “travel” and “home”.

He’s so hot, he’s on his way.

“Come.” She said.

I don’t care about the two of them.

It’s like you’re keeping your heart shut.

At the moment when he turned around and reached out, it was as if the two men had suddenly quelled their hands.

I’m sorry.

Thirteen hours of flying makes people fall asleep. Perhaps because of the wind blowing out yesterday, or because it was too early today, Shen will come to the plane with a blanket and sleep in it.

Once again, the plane had been running smoothly for a long time, and the stewardess was pushing the car to deliver the meal. As she had been looking after her to sleep, Tsingo had never turned on the light, and now she’s awake with her hand on it.

The moment when he raised his hand, the warm-blooded masculinity came to the fore, and some of the most famous men smelled woody wood.

“What to eat?” Zinga asked.

“Whatever.”

It’s just random. He picked two meals. Hsui’s got no appetite. He took two of them, and he never ate again. He didn’t care, except after she wiped her mouth, when she got up and was ready to go to the bathroom, she said, “Wait.”

Take out something familiar in her arms — he put the ring on her hand.

“This is for you. Take it.”

There’s no room for rejection, and he can’t wait to return it, so he says, “You can take it and throw it away.”

You can’t really throw it, Hsu’s belly.

This major turn in the journey led Xue to forget how to get along with Sengga. But Shige is clearly in a very good mood, not only to brag about warmth but also to offer to land and then to take her home. Hsui didn’t want to get it right.

Maybe that ring hit her too hard.

So she took the ring off silently, put it in her pocket and returned it to him at the right time. She witnessed the whole trip without saying a word, but still asked for warm water for her.

It was at 12 noon Beijing time that Tsingha called in early and was waiting in the parking lot.

He dragged two men’s luggage in the front, and from time to time looked back to see if Xue had come along, different from the attitude they had in the morning when they left Los Angeles.

“Lough?”

She hasn’t been with us for a long time, but Shige stopped and asked her.

“No.” Xu Yi answered vaguely. She just doesn’t understand what kind of relationship they’re in.

Long time ago? Or is it the current?

You’ve made up your mind to push it away. Why did you catch up with this fucking mirror?

Shang Ha slowed down and walked by her side, and the trunks were rumbling.

“Take too long and get a little slower.”

The two men stayed in an awkward atmosphere all the way down to Hsui’s house.

Shang Cha dragged out both their boxes from the trunk and lamented the phrase, “It’s heavy, you’re out of business for a week.”

And it’s like, “How did you get off?”

Shouldn’t he go home with the cab? How did you bring your suitcase down?

Shang, “Get you up.”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. She pulled out the ring in her pocket, and her thumb and index finger covered the silver circle.

“I thought I meant it clearly.” Shige dropped her suitcase and came towards her.

The tall figure brought her a moment of oppression.

“What do you mean?”

She’s standing by her side: “I want to start over.”

He looks up to him, and the ink’s eyes still don’t capture anything that would make him feel any better.

She turned her head and staggered his direct view: “It’s been too long, Shige.”

They have been separated for too long, and it is hard for her to get used to having another person around her. But it’s not long enough to forget what happened when they split up.

He took the case back from him, and was ready to leave.

As Tsingha’s long arms stretched out and stopped her way, the heat of her breath fell on her cheek.

He grabbed her hand and the suitcase in Shek’s hand fell to the ground.

“You said it, I admit it,” he said, “and it wasn’t good enough for us to break up.”

“But Shifu, if this ends, I don’t like it. I don’t want to break up without a word.”

The two men had never even broken up in person, but had simply cut the connection silently. He’s been thinking more than once, is this a break-up? Even she felt guilty that she had made more mistakes in that relationship. So she’s afraid to see her again.

At that point, she was forced to stand on her head, and she kept her mouth shut and whispered about the shape of the ring she held in her hands.

It’s clearly cold platinum, but it’s a little hot now.

Hsui’s fingernails are carefully drawn through the dented line: “Are you not tired?”

She’s got a tummy.

“Aren’t you tired for years?” They can’t forget their past, and have been left to lock themselves in this metal ring, reminding themselves of their unfinished affair day and night.

Unlike her, it’s been years without heart or heart.

After a few seconds of silence, she calmed down after she had completely deciphered them.

“It’s not that he hasn’t been tired…” He’s crouching down to pick up the suitcase and put it right.

“It is impossible to be sad when I see someone else’s wife and children with a lamp whenever I go back, and when I get home, I’m in the dark and I’m in the dark.” Shige said.

“But I didn’t want to give up. At first I thought I was young, I couldn’t wait, I wasn’t young any more, I’m 30, I’m waiting. In any case, it has never been regretted. Because I always felt sorry for you.

“I’ve always felt that you were too strong, never looked at me in such a sense of insecurity, so I wouldn’t be angry when I heard you said you were going abroad, even if you told me you were going abroad in advance, instead of waiting until you had the last chance.”

“Why didn’t you turn your back on me at first?” He smiled, and he said, “But later in America, I loved it, didn’t I?”

“Be proud, stubborn, never weak.”

“including me.”

“So, I meant to say what I didn’t say seven years ago…”

He broke him and said, “Wait a minute,” and she looked up at his eyes and said, “If I hadn’t been on a business trip to America…” What would we do?

An answer was received for failure to complete the question.

“This time I’m going back to the United States, I’m coming back to you.”

He looked at her with some guilt: “I couldn’t wait, I came to you.”

Xu Bao has been staring at his cufflinks, but has discovered that his sight is starting to blur and that it is only after a long time that he feels he has shed tears.

Shige extended her hand and was pushed away.

“Don’t touch me.” She’s poking, turning around.

Shige didn’t let go.

“I’m wearing a make-up, it’s not good.” He softened his voice and took a plea.

It doesn’t matter how bad it is to cry like that.

Sing smiled, didn’t hesitate, hugged her, tighted her arms: “I’ve seen you without makeup.”

“..” Hsui is silent.

She was also silent for a few minutes, and they were hugging in the open front of the district as if they had forgotten the time. Until he suddenly asked, “Will we get married?”

“Ah?” “Uh-huh.”

“Do you want to get married?”

Once again, he asked, “There’s a lot of noise.”

He was sure he heard correctly, but didn’t know how to get back to him.

It’s been too long.

But when that ring once again put on her no-name, she made a “good” return.

Unprecedented softness and determination.

That’s it. This mirror, she’ll try again.

Shang Cha did not stay in the room until tomorrow, despite the fact that they had been downstairs for as long as they had not been together for a while, he had simply brought her the luggage of Shek and had not entered the door.

“Do you want some water before you go?” Hsui is standing on a pedal and says to him:

Half the old neighborhoods are actually not good lighting, and sound-control lamps are dazzling. Shang stomped on his feet, and the light turned slowly.

The five officials of his good-looking company added to the shadow cast under the dark light.

Sing Ha shakes his head: “You should rest. It’s been a long time.”

It’s polite and restrained, and it doesn’t seem to be the person who just made that “sweet heart” statement downstairs.

“Well, good night.” The two, in contrast, were in a state of silence for a short period of time, and Xue came to a quick conclusion.

“Good night.”

Let’s get this over with: this Chinese midday, say good night…

After Shige left, she was completely relaxed.

It’s been a while since I’ve cried. She was somewhat surprised to find herself too calm when she closed the door, except when she first heard his moving confession.

The suitcases brought to the United States were not much, and could wait until tomorrow to clean them up, but she was still in a good mood to fix them first, and then to slow down from a long journey.

Reunification?

Married?

It’s like two simple acts. He found himself more concerned with the legal implications than with the emotional elements they contained.

Until she was half wet with her hair on her pillow and tired of closing her eyes, her heart was silent: she wondered how much she had earned over the years. If she divorces, she’ll leave in such a manner that she doesn’t want to be like the little women in the divorce, but rather to be admired by others.

She was reminded of the funny things that the law teacher told them in the classroom when she first went to college.

On the day he was certified, after coming out of the Civil Administration, his wife asked what had changed in his life. The teacher, Si-chul, answered that since then I had an additional right to divorce.

At the time, the class was laughing, and the teacher was used to it, and it was probably the same story that he said to several students. The male students’ praise of the teachers’ “right consciousness” and the female classmates’ blame for not having a bit of fun and warmth on the part of those who speak the law.

He was actually on the boy side. It is not for no reason that she has always been boring and self-serving.

Is it not normal that a new legal relationship has been established, with new rights and obligations?

The teacher was right.

But now that he remembers what happened, he thinks the teacher is right, except that he should hide his true thoughts in his heart, which is the normal act of an adult. It’s not the same.

Thinking about it, Shen is unconsciously asleep.

I don’t know.

Wake up again when it’s completely dark down.

Hsui was in the dark, holding on to his cell phone, looking at the time: 3:00 in the morning.

She grabbed the trigger and sat in the dark for a long time. Maybe it’s because you’ve slept too long, and now you’re a little confused. There’s a sense of “dreaming as a guest.” I don’t know if it’s true to go to America or if it’s true, or if it’s all a dream?

She opened it.

He said, “I don’t know how to reach you, or a friend.”

It is not clear from the statement that two people are about to get married.

He naturally agreed, except that they had not said a word since they split up at her door.

Thinking about it, instead of sending him a message, he opened a circle of friends that he hadn’t seen for centuries.

Picked out a photo taken in the United States of America from one day she and Saki were in the office working on the IPO case all night until the next.

At sunrise, she stood by the landing window of the Los Angeles high building, with a strong and bitter cup of coffee with a sober mind, looking at the gold that was rising not far from the sky, and took this beautiful view without control.

The photo album contains a small number of sceneries other than work photos. Not to mention the selfie.

Hsu sent this photo to the circle of friends, with a letter: I didn’t know I was a guest in my dream.

I don’t know who it was sent to, but the ghost sent it away.

A little while later, the cell phone was “mucking” and an earthquake.

She was not used to the machine, and she was able to receive the message later, so she took her cell phone unconsciously.

But it’s the one who wants to send a message and she hesitates not to.

The message of Zenga follows the system hint in the dialogue box.

Hsu Kei thought, “Remember:

The top is entering the state for a while, and there’s no new news.

The people across the street are returning quite quickly.

Once and for all, they talked.

He didn’t notice either, but he was looking forward to his response. It’s like giving her a little bit of truth in the night.

It took her a while to get back, but she was a little restless, and she started to blame him for typing speed. It’s just a few seconds ago.

“Hello?” Singo’s voice was ringing in the microphone, blurry, unreal.

“Hmm.” He leans over the bed and looks at the light coming out of the curtains.

“I saw your new circle of friends.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m the same.”

“Well…” “What’s the same?”

As a matter of fact Zhiga was sitting by the window of the hotel, watching the night view of the devil. The light is as clear as a dream. And he whispered, “It feels like everything’s not real,” and he said, “and you.”

How can Shen not understand? It’s the same.

She doesn’t understand why she broke up with her ex-boyfriend for seven years. How do you get back home and get married? Why did you talk to your fiancé in the middle of the night?

Everything’s so unreal.

It’s like a dream, awakening, and they’re back to old age and old age, still a chicken hair.

“Why don’t we go and get it tomorrow?” As soon as we’re done, Hsu will regret it. Too impulsive, really impulsive.

In the dark, the ears rise red, blow up and the hands with the mobile phone are hot.

It is true that Shige was surprised to receive such a response. He smiled softly, laughing at the unbridled, unbridled sound of the day.

When I heard him laugh, Shen felt more uncomfortable: Forget it, I was joking, I wasn’t in a hurry.

And it’s been taken away, and it’s like, “It’s a great offer,” and it’s agreed.

She didn’t talk because of shame. And when you’ve had a laugh, you say, “I really think it’s great. Hep, give us a sense of security.”

He said we’re both, not me or you.

They’re both insecure.

“Well, I’m going to go to sleep,” he said, “I’m afraid I’m not going to go to bed tomorrow, because I’m afraid I’m going to have a edema.” But the sound was urgent, revealing her desire to hang up the phone.

Tsing Ha Ming knew it would piss her off to keep smiling, or he couldn’t stand his feelings. It seems that for many years it has not been so happy, or that it has not been so hostile to human power for a long time.

“Okay, go back to sleep.” Good night.

It’s strange that, in such a scene, Hsui Qi has given rise to sleep again. It’s like a time difference that doesn’t have any effect.

It’s when the sun is bright, and it’s when it wakes up.

He’s pulling the curtains, looking at a new day, and he’s in a much better mood. I thought of last night’s chat and thought that today I might be getting married from being unmarried.

But if you get excited, you’ll have to eat.

Owing to travel, there is no stock at home. It’s customary not to eat breakfast, but to go out for a little breakfast today.

By the time Xu’s rinse was finished, he saw a man standing at the door of her house, wondering how long he had waited.

She looked a little randomly sarcasm against the wall, and her mouth was a little stunned, and she was like, “You… haven’t gone?”

Shang Cha’s hand was taken out of his pocket, and a plastic bag was recovered behind him, which was sank in the middle of the day, and a few fresh little onions were inserted into the open.

It’s only then that Sheng noticed his costume.

Leisure white shirts and black shorts, polished leather shoes, apparently not in a casual dress on a plane yesterday. Precious and observant. It’s just a plastic bag with vegetables on it, and it’s a little out of place.

“When did you get here?” He changed the question.

Shang Ha stood at the door, looking at her hair in a state of disarray, and she was so soft: “I woke up.”

“Oh.” It’s just a little while ago. He’s relieved. Nod.

She woke up last night after talking to her.

An unknown impulse at the time made him want to see her immediately and immediately, but when he rushed from the night to the door of her house, his hand fell late.

Let her sleep well. Tsing Chee.

So he sat quietly in the middle of the night at the house of Xu Yi.

When it came to dawn, she thought she would forget her breakfast and came back to the market with some fresh food and wanted to make her breakfast. It came to mind that today was their day of certification, only once in his life, and that he should be more handsome, so he turned back to the hotel and changed his clothes.

He’s also nervous because Sheng Ha has not gone out to buy food, but sits in the living room and waits for breakfast.

Early in the morning in his home country, he was surrounded by an apron and brought a spoon to the living room. The white shirt had a slightly pink apron on it, but he didn’t find it inappropriate.

“Noodle or dumpling?” Sage brought two small plastic bags out of the bag, “The dumplings are not frozen, the food market buys a handmade bag”. The implication is that neither of them are easy foods that are easily dealt with.

He sat on the floor with a bunch of boring TV remotes.

When you hear his questions, you look up.

The man is so full of himself, he really is waiting for her answer.

“A dumpling…”

Shang Qi’s mouth was insinuated, and Hsui Zhou changed his face: “Let’s face it.”

Looks like he tried to make himself eat noodles.

She’s moving fast. It’s less than 10 minutes. She doesn’t have much food and ingredients, she can’t make a rice-free cook, she has a simple soup base, but she’s queuing Tonga with a little chicken sauce sauce, fresh noodles, and a little star-lighted oil on it, and the biggest thing that makes her happy is the large onions floating on it.

And she has a strange thing, and whenever she eats flour, it must have more onions than the regular ones.

But the beaks tend not to eat, and the onions are often picked out before they move. She often burys herself in this: no princess’s life, no princess’s disease.

And Tsingha obviously remembers her little habit.

One chopstick tossed the onion flowers into the soup juice until they were completely immersed, so he said slowly, “I’ll pick them out later.”

Hsui is a bit embarrassed to bother him and grab his wrist: “Don’t pick, just eat.”

He can’t help but move on.

The two men have returned to a state of silence, which is so boring that they only look at television.

Shige’s eyelids up and his men are still moving.

“What are you looking at, so focused?”

“There’s nothing else to look at, it’s on today,” and Haku pointed to the TV, “The parade.”

The two men had come back on the day before the Fourth of July, and this year, when they were in their prime, the parade was of course a great deal, and the television station had to broadcast it.

The soldiers in white uniforms on television looked up and saluted, and stood straight and looked as if they had been cut by a machine.

“It’s not bad. It’s been living abroad for too many years. Look at these things. They’re good.” The implication is a high degree of certainty in the choice of the beryllium.

In a few minutes, he picked a bowl of onion flowers. He pushed the porcelain bowl of the white powder in front of Hsui, “Eat, it won’t be good if it’s thick.”

Hsui Noded, said thank you and took a bite of soup with the bowl first.

The fresh soup with the scent of onion flowers can’t start in the morning.

She didn’t say anything. She ate the whole bowl. After eating, he’s still piling up, thinking that he’s doing a great job and that it’s a happy thing to have breakfast every day.

It’s only then that Shen noticed the people who were watching her eat.

Shang Ha’s one hand on his forehead and his elbow on the arm of the sofa looks very serious.

She accidentally licked her mouth, “Did I eat yours?”

She thought that Sing Ha had made only one bowl, and that her mouth was fast and full of stomachs, and that he had eaten all of them, so that those waiting to eat would stare at her.

“I’m not going to eat.”

It’s not a lie, because of the time difference, the sleep, the pain in the stomach, the lack of interest in the oil star, the fact that she’s been a little envious, and a little doubt that she’s actually improved in the past few years.

“When we’re done, change clothes and we’ll go out.”

“Where are you going?” He’s a little ludicrous.

She’s laughing at her stupidity, she’s got a big hand on her hair, and she’s got a crazy look and a crush on her.

Before I left, Shen’s had a long time.

First, the hand shivering while wearing makeup, the eyelines were crooked, and then the hard-worked eye makeup was removed. Then, standing in front of the closet, a pair of clothes was matched, several pairs were not satisfied with the change, and finally a white shirt was worn at will.

I’m sure at this point in my life, standing at the door watching her busy Sing, “Good.”

They both wore the same white shirts, and they knew it was a couple.

He swung him, and didn’t like it: “Just exaggerate. What’s so nice about a regular dress?”

“Looks good for me.”

And when he understood what he said, he felt his heart beating a little.

It’s strange how it’s so easy to get out of control when you’re not just 20 years old. She scolded herself.

I’m sorry.

The cities of the country have not lived for too long, have not been well-known, and finding a way has become the task of Xue.

She did not have a marriage or a civil case, and she did not know where the Civil Administration of the district was, and when she watched the subway line grieved, she was reminded that she could check the Gaudd map.

By the time we got to the subway station and were standing on the lift, a few steps of the subway had already lit a warning light, and the “do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-

It was hard to get on before the subway closed.

I was running all the way, and I was wearing high heels, and I almost lost my foot.

Shang Ha looked at her shoes for two seconds, frowning her frown: “Why are you wearing heels today and not working?”

And Xu said, “What do you know? High heels are women’s boots.” No heels, no air in front of other women, as if soldiers had been stripped of their armor.

After two men left the issue alone, they found a new one. – In a hurry to catch the subway, Hsui Qiang’s hand would be on the subway, where two hands would be held together, and when they noticed it, they would be silent.

Shall we let go? They haven’t held hands in years.

Just as the man had made his own choice when he had calculated it in silence — he had made a few more points and held her hand tight, while the other hand had taken her into his arms, so that even if he wore high heels, the head of the child would be enough for his shoulder.

But the two were too close, and she could feel the strong beating heart in his chest, and from time to time, it was the smell of Zing.

She suddenly remembered a saying: “There are many women who have sprayed perfume for him, and this is the only one who can smell smoke.

What about Shige? So is it. Because Shen was sensitive and smelled the smell of the kitchen. It’s not bad. It’s safe.

Once again, the metro called the “do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do It’s not until we get a good look.

“We sit backwards!” she said, “I can’t stand it.”

It was because she was too anxious to see a subway that she was going to go without thinking if it was the direction they were going to go, and she rushed up.

“It doesn’t matter. We’ll get out of the car at the next stop.” Tsing Ha comforted her.

If that were the case, several mistakes had been made on the way to the Civil Administration. Either he took the wrong car, or he went down the wrong station, or he saw the wrong road as the map went.

In any case, the road was very disturbing.

He’s not just embarrassed, he’s nervous. She’s been living in this city for years.

Probably because she was getting married today, she got up early in the morning and kept making mistakes, as if she were a student near the examination.

It’s a lot cooler than a scallop.

She snuck around to see him with her spare light, only to see how he still looked like he was bored and couldn’t see half the tension.

They’re married for the first time. Why are you so nervous?

Tsingha naturally noticed the way she looked. It’s also been a rare moment of shame for a certain number of years, including with him. He bended down a little bit and pinched her face: “It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry about it.

He’s just on his own, but she’s still taking the man’s hand silently: “Don’t rub it off, it won’t look good.”

Tsingha laughs.

But when it’s hard for them to find the Civil Administration, Tsing can’t laugh.

The Civil Administration gate was closed, and a logo for the “Journal Break” was posted.

Two men who have not yet married are standing at the door in silence.

It’s been a long time, and Shifu asked him, “Why didn’t you know it was the Fourth of July?”

Shang Ha argued, “I haven’t been home for too long, I’ve forgotten about this.”

“It was on my house that the parade was on TV.” He blinked. I mean, you don’t have to make excuses. You forgot about it.

Zingga is silent.

He looks funny. He’s in a bad mood to bring back a city. What’s wrong with this guy? She was as nervous as she was to forget that there was a day off for government agencies, except that he was better at pretending.

Shang Cha is still struggling with the lack of proof today, as if he really wanted to open the door and see if there were no staff there.

“Come on, let’s go eat first.” He’s got him.

What’s so strange is that a restless heart that was upset by the plan was soothed by the word “we.”

Tsing Ha went up and grabbed her hand again.

“Okay, let’s eat.”

If we don’t live together, Hsui will be free to take out his cell phone and make a public review, and take someone to his place.

I don’t know if a good gamer is a good gamer.

He looked at the long team for some trouble and wondered whether he should turn around and wait.

Tsing Ha has made a choice for her, and he has drawn two stools with his own hands and has chosen one of his seats to sit down, saying, “Sit and wait.”

I didn’t mean to go out for dinner anyway.

In the course of the waiting period, the two men talked about each other, as if they were deliberately trying to avoid the embarrassment that they had not been certified today.

“How long has your house been living?” Zinga asked.

“For four years, the landlord was good, he never raised the rent so much, I started renting it together, and then I put it all down by myself.” Hsui-gi tried to answer.

She had just returned from the United States and had been introduced to Starbucks, had been working so hard every month with a pathetic 3,000-dollar salary and half of the money on the house, and in that case she had barely spent a year without asking for a penny from her family. After at least a year, she took her license and the economic situation improved, and she was unwelcome and renting a whole house.

Four years later, it’s true that this rental house has some kind of an unnamed attachment to the family.

“The house is good, but it’s not in a good place.”

Less commuting takes an hour and a half and may take longer in winter.

He looked at him, and he was a bit desperate: “You don’t want to think about it, but Shanghai! China, Shanghai!” The implication is that this is not a vast, unpopular United States of America, and even a far-flung vehicle can reach the workplace.

Shang Ha misjudged and thought for a while, “So I’ll buy you a car? It’s easy for you to work.”

She even waved and refused, thinking that the head was big: “No, I didn’t know how many times I had a driver’s license, and I couldn’t go to the streets to do it.” It’s true, she fell on her driver’s license, as if she were a woman.

Men were willing to pay her, but she refused, and Tsingha was a little upset. And how can you not see a man like Shen, who knows how to read? She had to double her concern.

“Where do you live in Shanghai?” And after that, Hsu didn’t even think where he lived yesterday.

“Hotel, ” Tsing Helton went down, “a business room, until we find a house.”

He tried his best to get people downstairs, and he was so warm and so emotional, she was so good, she closed the door and fell asleep until the next day he was happy to come to her house and make her breakfast? It’s a little embarrassing to think of her here.

“Why don’t you move to my place? Hotels are still not clean, expensive, and uneconomical.” I’ll do it again and again.

Apparently, Shige was pleased with this proposal, and he was clearly laughtered at the moment because of Xu’s refusal.

Hsui’s going after him: “Leave me to the hotel later, we’ll take the luggage and we’ll check out in the afternoon.”

The two had a little chat, but they didn’t think it would be a difficult time to wait, and Shige sat in front of her from the beginning to the end, blocking at least half of her cold wind, and she felt warm when she entered the door.

It’s just that I’m in a difficult mood when I’m walking and I’m in a cold hand.

It’s not easy to eat a real cuisine, but it’s a restaurant in China. She took a look at the menu and thought that the man had suffered for her in silence, biting his teeth and ordered a cold-excited soup and fresh seafood, as well as some classic tea.

The tea first.

As a matter of course, Zinga took over the tea-making work. At three or two o’clock the tea leaves were held by him with two fingers; the lid of the pot was lifted gently and put into the pot, and after boiling water was poured into it, he carefully washed the cup of tea with the remaining water. It took a minute for the tea to come out, so he slowly held the kettle by his thumb, put his finger on the top of the kettle and poured the tea into the cup.

She just kept staring at him.

I have to say, it’s a pleasure to look at Sing-ga’s movement, but how can the ancients say tea is an art? Tea is the same as tea.

Sheng is a little impressed by the fact that you have been abroad for years.

Shige can’t. At the university, he was free of the wind and had no place in the clouds, and only a single tea club, apart from occasionally engaging in activities of interest, was involved. At that time they said on the campus, “A humble man is like a hymn, a warm, a stranger.” It’s just this piece of jade, it’s ferocious, it’s like a luminous, pristine flower.

And it was not possible that He could not have been free from his heart, but he was proud and blinded, and his heart only said: Lo! the people are jealous.

It is now necessary to lament that there are some who are noble men that cannot be concealed. At the same time, there was some unnamed sadness in the heart, as if it were a pity that they did not match.

Singha only looked at her and saw the mood in her eyes, handing her the tea, the light way: “It’s just a cup of tea, it’s not so much talk.”

He’s a dreamer.

After the hot soup and snacks came up, the two men temporarily dropped this little episode and went to hell.

It has to be said that Shen can’t cook, the food is good, at least in a cold day.

The national day parades are also being broadcast on television, and the noises around them, the heat on the table, and some of the smokes on the floor, even as cold as a sarcasm, so soft on the face.

It’s rare, Shen gave him a chopstick.

A white bowl suddenly appeared with a luminous, pink shrimp dumpling.

The woman across the street smiles.

“There’s always hamburger fries, steak pasta, a little homey taste, and the American stomach.”

The claim that the United States stomach had been diluted was to his pleasure.

I’m sorry.

After dinner, the two men went to the hotel to move the items of Seng-ga out, but it was 3 p.m. and 4 p.m. when they returned to Sheng’s house.

He’s on the couch, looking at his big box: “Is that all you have?”

Shang Ha didn’t stop, opened the case, took all his clothes out, looked inside, and asked her, “Where are my clothes hanging?”

She pointed to her bedroom: “There, there’s a big closet where you can take out my summer clothes and I’ll put them away.” It’s a good thing you changed your closet in the first place.

I have to say, there are a few more clothes for Shen. She was always assessed as beautiful, but that was also the result of her great focus on her dress.

It was hard to clear half of the closet and put on his own suit shirt, while Zenga made trouble with a large pile of herb’s summer clothes removed from her bed.

T-shirts, shorts, sports costumes – these are casual routines.

Pure one-step skirts, snow-swipe shirts, tweeds – these are commuting occupations.

In due course, a glass of water was brought to the door. She opened her mouth slightly and apparently didn’t expect so much of her clothes.

“Uh… why don’t you put it in the other room?” She suggested.

By the time Shige put her clothes in another room, a new question arose — where should he live?

The house was rented in three rooms and had been occupied in three rooms. After renting a full set, she converted one of the bedrooms into a study room for her work, while the remaining one was turned into a groceries room full of stuff, and only the bed was spared. And then there was nothing left of her summer dress on the bed.

I don’t know if it’s the reason she hasn’t been in love in the last few years, and she’s a little twitched when she thinks she’s sleeping with someone at night.

And Zinga was quite honest, and made two of the pillows of the Lord’s bedroom, and made the bed in earnest.

“What are you shy of? It’s not like we’ve never lived together before.”

It’s also true. In the last year of the university, Tsing Ha rented a house outside, and Xue went to live with him once in a while. It happened. It happened. It happened. It happened.

But Shifu thought, “Is that the same?” They used to feel so good, but now what? Forget what they used to say, now they’re a complete stranger who hasn’t seen each other for seven years.

But Shigeo’s just on the surface, so when she’s really busy, sitting on the couch with her, she doesn’t have the head to say, “Shall we buy a suite?”

“Now?” Hsui’s hands are shaking and the water is spilling out.

She drew a piece of paper to clean her up: “Do you want to stay in this house for a long time or not, and we’re going to get married without a room of our own.

Hsu is still a little hesitant: “But this is Shanghai…”

“Did you forget about me?” Shige interrupted her and looked up at her eyes.

I don’t know, Shen is under a lot of pressure. In that moment, she did think that it would be impossible to buy a house now because of her financial power, and that she would not take into account the fact that she was about to get married, and that she was the one who had the backing.

“I haven’t bought anything big in the United States in the last few years, but I’ve sold it before I came home, and I’m counting on the time that I’ve saved. Ask my parents for a loan should be a first-rate payment, but the renovation may not be enough.”

“The renovation is fine. I have a deposit.” Every month, in addition to regular cash payments to the family, there are deposits. She seems to rely more on the sense of security given by bank balances than by men.

It was only after a second thought that he seemed to agree with his proposal.

Moreover, it is the man who buys a house, and the woman who does it is the most unfavourable proposal in the marriage law.

“Well, that’s it. I’ll call home.”

It was cruel to say that Shang Cha had gone to the balcony to make a phone call, and he had pulled the glass door, whether it was to keep the wind from coming in or not.

He sat on the couch, holding a pillow and looking at the person who leaned to the rail.

The man leaned on his head, held his phone in his hand, surrounded his chest with no expression. Then, when they looked up, they ran into each other, and Zing realized that she had been looking at herself, and that she was drowsy, and then turned to her lips and laughed, and cast a smile at her eyes, and the lips were like, “Be good.”

A little while later he turned around, not in the room, but on the road, and before turning, there was a sudden displeasure on his face.

Didn’t you have a good time? An idea was suddenly crossed in Xue’s mind.

And I couldn’t think, “Wow,” and the glass door was pushed open again, and with the cold wind, she woke up.

“The phone’s over?” She sits up straight and somehow gets nervous.

“Hmm.” Singha responded, came to her, sat down, just a little bit apart, “I’m too cold, I’m not so close to you.” The expression came down in a moment.

If it was of a charlatan nature, Hsu couldn’t hear it at the moment, thinking only about the tan and the coldest look on his face.

And she went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.

He said buy a house. Think about it as well, the reason for the sudden cold-faced call from Shang Cha was that parents did not agree. She is not particularly concerned about this, and after all, she has never thought of what her mother can do to herself through yoga, and she does not ask for what she can get from her parents.

Singo rubbed his eyebrow, a bit tired, and breathed: “Don’t think, the house must have been bought, there is no married one who hasn’t had his own house.”

It has to be said that, although Tsingha appears to be a gentle, juicy man, some parties will unwittingly reveal a chorus of machismo. For example, when he learned that she was going to leave the country without a word, he suddenly turned his face, even though it was a mistake.

“Ooh.” And Xu, holding in his arms the pillow in his arms, cannot say anything.

Suddenly, her hands were held and her hands were wrapped in his own hand with a cold-hearted hand, so that it began to squirt from her fingerbone, and then stopped in an empty place.

“Let’s put the ring on later.” Zinga said. And then he stood up, “I’ll make another call.”

I’m sorry.

It is true that Shang Ha and his family were unhappy and did not think so simply for the sake of the house, but because he decided suddenly to get married on his own motion.

“Singa, from childhood to age, and your mother and I both respected your decision, including that your college graduate chose not to study and remain in the country, and that you decided to go to work in the United States without saying anything, even more so that you did not say you had gone back to your country.” The voice of Zing was still calm, but you were not angry with yourself, “But the matter of marriage is not a small matter, it is a marriage with a suitable girl, a new family, a new social responsibility. It’s not your business, it’s your family’s business. How can you let this happen?”

Shang Ha’s parents are university professors, and he has been taught to be a humble man since he was a kid, and it’s a light encounter, except this “who” includes his parents.

He’s a “good student” in the eyes of his classmates, a “child of another person” in the eyes of his parents’ colleagues, and an independent body in whose eyes he’s always warm and has his own thoughts.

Sing Ha explained: “Dad, I know better than anyone. I didn’t take this as a child’s play.”

How can you just marry someone? He didn’t even think about getting married.

“Then you shouldn’t have said you were going to testify the day after you returned.” The sound of Tsing has soared, “It’s not right to talk to me and your mother about this until they need to buy a house.”

“I’m not going to hide it from you, just waiting to settle down and bring her to you.”

“Is it her? Isn’t she the one you’re getting married to? Is it your college girlfriend?” The anger on the other side of the phone was completely uncontrollable and asked questions.

She’s still calm, but her eyebrow is getting cold: “It’s her.” It’s her all along, no one else.”

“Then I tell you, Tsing, it’s impossible!” He smiled twice in the faraway countries and returned to him with his cynicism, “How much have you given up for this woman? Have you no count in your heart? You said you were leaving the country and everything was ready for the language exam, and she gave up without saying anything. Then, for her sake, she gave up her work in Beijing, and only because Shanghai was close to her home, you were forced to find a job by spring, and you did not know how your mother and I explained your situation to her colleagues. And then when you’re doing a good job and suddenly you’re going to work abroad, I know you’re not right, you’re an adult, you should have your own judgment, you stopped your mother from leaving the country, and now it’s good that you didn’t come out of the country to get married? Say yourself, “Will you be angry if you become a parent and meet such a son?”

The breathing in the far-off countries has suddenly changed, apparently to the extreme. There’s a woman on the other side of the phone who says, “What are you doing with Little?

“I don’t want him back! I won’t let him make another decision without saying anything.” Zing returned to her angryly.

In the meantime, the woman’s sighs were left on the phone.

“I never looked at your parents, but I think you’ve always thought I was independent, so I thought I could decide all this.” And he smiled, and the laughter was like a father, “It’s just that I didn’t think you’d react so much about it.”

Shige’s parents are university professors, typical intellectuals. Since he was a kid, he’s been busy with research and flying around the country. More about the old microwaves in the staff dormitory of their home in the school, in the few memories of their childhood.

And then the microwave was a rare thing in China, but they already had one of these. It’s just that little Shang Ha doesn’t know what it’s for.

“Good girl, Mom and Dad are going out to dinner with Uncle and Auntie, and you’ll warm up your food at home.”

“Gorge, we’re going on business. There’s food in the fridge. You can eat it if you’re hungry.”

“If the microwave doesn’t work, I’ll see the latest electromagnetic furnace or something, or I’ll buy one at home, and I’ll cook for myself…”

No one was born to be cold, including Shigee.

Many said that while he was mild on the surface, he had no temperature but distance. And when he laughs, there is a dim membrane and a gap between him, which hinders them and separates them from each other a thousand miles.

Shang Ha has been reluctant to explain the matter for a long time and has become used to it — used to always have a bowl of chopsticks at the table, used to the place where parents would be left forever, used to a lonely and lonely journey to school.

When someone touches her head and laughs at her country and says, “Your child is so well-versed,” she looks at her smiling and proud parents and somehow feels bad.

Then he grew up and realized it wasn’t the taste.

For, “good” is the cruelest compliment on a child and the curse on innocence and the absence of evil.

Shang Ha calmed down and went on to say, “The house…”

“Don’t mention the house!” You can’t give him a penny for the house and your mother.

Chen Lan is anxious to discourage.

“I don’t want to take any more money from you,” and Shige didn’t think that she was pissed off, but she was calm, “but this marriage I had to get married.”

Two words left, ending in a suddenly hung-up phone.

Shigea has a second to blow up. It was only when he came back that he laughed: fortunately he had known something was wrong before he turned around, otherwise he would have seen his face and wondered how she could have imagined it.

I’m sorry.

The second phone call was to a friend and classmate of his college class, Gimo. At present, he works in a hospital in Shanghai, single, and does not live too well.

“Shit, Zenga, you’re so mean, married behind my back!” Yuen has been separated for several years, but the relationship between the two remains as sophisticated as it has been for years. To hear that he’s getting married, it’s natural that the comrades were the first to “strike” old friends.

Shige didn’t talk, just let him play.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen your wife, and I’ll show my friend what kind of woman we’ve got to be to make this fair and square.”

“Don’t mention it again. You know it. It’s Shep.

The phone was silent for several seconds and suddenly a very dirty word broke out.

“You should’ve said it was Hsui!” Grumpy.

As her girlfriend who spoke to her for more than a year, Shen Qui naturally met with her husband, and not only did she meet her three people, who often eat together. At the time of the school, it was said that the day of medical school must not be dark all night, because there was a cosmopolitan big light bulb, and it was darker, and he always shined.

He was born to fight with his friend Zhang, and he targeted his girlfriend Zhou.

Hsu Yi, who is from the Faculty of Law, and his colleagues from the Faculty of Medicine, are literally fighting in the school, and there is no day to fight. The two men broke up, and Gi had been in a coma for a while and had no idea where to find the best friend they could talk to. In his heart, he has already taken Shen as his friend.

But it’s true and it’s true that there’s resentment.

After all these years, the Quisumomo has not been in touch with Zeng, and has watched how he struggled in this relationship, together with his silence about the cause of the break-up of the year, after which Zhou Qi left the United States, naturally, the Qi Yi Qi was wrongly blamed on Zheng.

In his midnight dream, he was so angry that he didn’t come to the United States with his sorghum and put them back together.

I can’t believe they’ve been together all these years.

“When did you guys get back together?” The comrade said.

Yesterday.

“…”

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment.

“When did you meet?”

“Last week.”

“…”

The atmosphere was quiet again.

After you, the Queen, with his teeth grinding, I don’t know whether he’s angry or funny: “You two are good!”

After all these years of talking about his situation, he said a few words, “Cool,” and finally responded with joy to his request to borrow money.

After all, he’s single, desperate, and he’s a doctor, and he doesn’t know how to spend it.

After hanging up the phone, Tsing congratulated him and finally let his heart go.

The second phone call he was standing in the living room without a hammer. The room is not big, and the sound of the same phone call has long been heard.

She’s a little embarrassed, she’s got hands somewhere, she’s just looking for a topic without a purpose.

Tsinga came and sat next to her, naturally holding her — and, of course, she wasn’t missing the moment when his hand came up.

He seemed very fond of the hand of Xue, but he grabbed her hand, repeatedly touched her finger and bowed his head to kiss her anonymous finger, and he said, “Well, it’s been, it’s been good.”

“No girlfriend?” He touched Hsui and leaned towards the couch. But Tsinga had to stick to her, and he came close.

“Yes, but last year, she was a native of Shanghai and asked him to buy a full house and write her name.” In other words, the movement under the lips has not stopped, and Shen felt even the wetness of his fingers.

“Ah! Don’t lick it, she pushs her head off, “It’s not crazy! Buy her a house before we get married. As a lawyer, she naturally came to the question of the guarantee of rights. It is obvious that the woman is using the new law on marriage to put her in prison, which can’t be ignored by anyone who is careful.

At that point, Singa had taken off her shoes and had been completely covered in the top half of the couch. He leaned his head on Xue’s leg, holding his hand tight, putting his lips on her skin, and his face was pious and obsessed, but the words were still true: “Yes, so the comrade splits with her.”

“It’s really… ” The adjective that Xue can’t imagine.

Just as she tried to describe it, her body had been bullied on the couch.

Shang Ha’s long legs stretched over her body, with one hand holding her hand and the other holding her hand on the couch next to her head.

He kept staring at Shen, and the heat came out on her face.

And look at him in his dark eyes, and behold, when he has no reason to come, He feels softened.

“Why are you talking to me about him?” Jealous.

She went too far without looking at his aggressive eyes and snuck out of her throat, “That’s not what you mentioned…”

“Concentration, Twilight.” Tsing Ha neared her ear, licked her head down and had a sexy voice, calling her her nickname.

“Concentration on what ah um.”

Soon he knew what she was focusing on.

For his lips have been put up, from the contours of his ears to his earlids, then a fine neck.

He shivered under his body, closed his eyes tight and was afraid to see him. After losing sight, the senses become more sensitive. Wherever he went, no matter how heavy, she was able to make her body softer and fall into the mud.

Finally, the lips.

At a moment when his lips were close, he raised her head in a semi-coercive manner and opened her eyes to herself.

So He saw the fair as the cold as the rosy, and the blemish of lust. His eyelashes shivered, and his lips were murmured: “I will marry you…”

It’s soft, it’s said to Shen or to herself.

A room of silence.

Seven years apart, they were finally able to kiss in this room with dedication.

And in the middle of it, she looked at her head and she looked at the lights: It was a long time ago.

They broke up, really long time ago.

I’m sorry.

There’s chaos on the couch.

Hsui Zhou pulled a suit and didn’t see a bad crime scene. The suspect was kept staring at her with a towel and bare arms.

“What am I doing? I won’t pack.”

“I’ll do it.”

“I can’t cook!”

“I’ll do it.”

“It’s all you. I’ve got a report!

“I’ll do it.”

“I’m going to take a shower!”

“I’ll come…” It’s wrong to finish. Sage took the towel and got up from the couch, “I’ll go with you.” He changed his mouth.

The scene of the bath was naturally another mess. Hsui had to pass more than once in a hot bath, and even when she had a tile stand on her chest, and was stabbed in the head by cold tiles, he thought, “I must have had a problem with my head before a man who hadn’t been able to walk into her bathroom.”

Turn it around.

In the end, the memory of Shige stayed in the water that he had been wiped out, changed to clothes, and then was held in between to the bed, covering up the covers.

When he wakes up again, he is awakened by the bellowing of his belly.

Then she remembered that she was back at work and had to work tomorrow. D.D.L. is tomorrow.

He cried, and crawled out of the blanket to go to the library to write his report.

Suddenly, he reached out with a hand to hold her, and there was fatigue in his voice: “Go back to sleep.”

She got out of it, and she was a little anxious: “Stop it, I have a report for tomorrow.”

She turned over, approached her, had her forehead on her leg, um, warm.

“It’s done for you.”

“Ah?” And after a few seconds, she said, “You really wrote it?”

When they were playing on the couch, Sing Cha said to help her write the report, he thought he was joking and didn’t think he could do it.

The voice of Tsing Cha is still boring. Upon his return, he did not pass out of time, and had just been playing around for hours, and now he was exhausted, trying to sleep until dawn.

Hsui-gi didn’t know about him, pushed him, “But how do you know about my report?”

“Doesn’t your case work with me, and anyone else knows better than me?” Maybe it’s because he’s too sleepy to sleep, and he’s just covering his head, bored, and he’s like, “You’re still asleep.”

And get up.

Hsui is still unsure and is ready to check again, but Tsinga is still holding her hand tight.

“I’m hungry.” She brazenly sought an excuse to think that he would let her go and let her out of bed.

The air suddenly quieted for a few seconds, and then Zinga sighed. He sat out of bed, rubbed his hair, and tried to open his eyes, “Don’t go, I’ll cook you some dumplings.”

He put on a gray sweatpants and was ready to get up.

“Uh, don’t you have a nightgown?” He asked.

She was wearing a crotch belt and looked back at her when she heard her question: “No, it’s all thrown into the United States and doesn’t want to bring back so much.”

“Oh.” Hsui Nod, nothing.

And I thought, “Well, I always knew what else to buy him at this point, or I felt like he was paying for it and he was like a greedy kid who wouldn’t do anything.” Legally speaking, rights and obligations are not reciprocal.

I’m sorry.

While Saki was cooking dumplings, Xue went to the study to see the report.

In no case will Zinga lie. According to the template she had previously written, he imitated her style and language, was well organized and wrote an accurate report.

It also involves some legal knowledge that has nothing to do with IPO, or where he knows it.

The standard was like an excellent post in the middle school bulletin board that was hanging out, and she was a little ashamed.

Shang Ha dragged his slippers and entered with a big bowl and said, “How’s it going?”

Hsui smoothed the mouse and narrowed the document: “Good, good, better than I write.” Three statements in a row, each with a stronger tone than the other.

He laughed, “You blow me.”

When he was studying, when he had problems with his homework, he looked down and sought his help, and once the problem was solved, she took his arm and faked it: Shang Ha’s the best, but it’s hard for him to get sick, and she’s always sick of herself and won’t talk to him for days.

Then, in the last few years, Tsing Ha heard so many of these things, but no more of her words like “a different form.”

It’s obvious that others are sincere, but he doesn’t feel right.

Sitting next to her and handing her the dumplings: “Eat something first, I’ll tell you, before you know it.”

I can’t believe they actually talked about their work in the middle of the night.

After dinner, the work was done. He said: “You are really good.”

It’s about work, but it’s just that you’re so confused, you ask, “What?”

Shen:

Don’t want to talk to him.

We talked for a few days, and then two people went to bed.

Sheng, come on, Shen, push, “Bye, I’m tired.”

He held her, “What do you think, just to hold you.”

In the night, Shen turned his eyes.

“Yes,” suddenly thinking of the sound of dragging his shoes in his shoes, he said, “Is the slippers small?”

“36 yards of shoes, you say.”

However, it is also corroborated by the fact that she did not enter a man at home. The assumption is that Tsingha is happy.

“Oh.” And the beaks nod their heads, and they are put on his chest. The sound of his heart beating.

It is probably true, as scientific knowledge says: sex is always the best way for both to build warmth.

“Sleep.” Tsinga whispered.

She closed her eyes.

Hsui was not asleep right away, but when he was asleep, he came to think that there was more and more to be used by the two men in the family.

I’m really happy with my little vacation, and Shen is back in work.

When she appeared at the front desk of Starbucks law firm in her coat, even the little girl at the front desk could not help but exaggerate: “You are so different today.”

He smiled a little and took a cup out of two bags of Star Daddy’s coffee in his hand: “That’s sweet.”

“Thank you.” The front lady’s eyes are brightening, but the next minute she sees her finger on that sparkling ring, “Why didn’t she tell the people about it?”

She didn’t think it was emotional.

Soon after the report was filed, one of the partners of Stargoon, her top boss, Zhousen, sent an e-mail reply. He’s got good feedback from the American AE. In combination, Zhou Sen indicated that it was highly likely that the new partner position would be won at the recognition conference in the year-end pre-conference year.

The letter was a bit of a shock to her mother when she saw it. Later, it was said that the good thing would have been stolen by the sky, and that it would have been hard enough to get excited, without saying anything.

It’s just Singha, who just got promoted to her “cohabiting roommate,” and it’s only natural to see her face as suffocated — it can’t be because of him, it’s for work.

So, on the first day of the week, when she returned to her main battleground, Sheng was almost uncontrollably trying to show off on the stars to the old obstinate group headed by Liu.

When I heard from the front desk, Hsui’s thumbs swirled the metal ring unheard of, thinking about the man who suddenly got out of the house, and answered, “No.”

The elevators were ringing, and she saw a bald old man in the crowd of people in the shadows. He smiled even more, and he said, “But soon.”

Everything in her calculations.

When the crowds in the elevator came up, the lobby suddenly got hot and a group of men in a suit came over. Among them, the good ones saw the ring on her hand at the tip of the eye and heard the magnification of the sound of what she had just done.

“What’s going on? Are you getting promoted?”

She took her bribes, and she said, “Get married!”

The crowd was blown up, and Xu Qi accepted the congratulations.

As if it was too flattering, others said: “Horse came back from the United States, and it seemed like a good thing. I’m afraid it’s a good business and a good harvest.” There’s a lot of mysterious talk.

It’s not a good place. But whenever something happens, it is always possible to spread it to everyone in the company in the first time, and it’s also so mysterious and mysterious that it’s like a spy relay.

Hsui Bao’s guess was that this time she was so successful in the US and VE cases that someone had already heard a sound of her being stabbed in the eye.

So this morning, she really had to do a show to keep those people in the dark.

“No way. Where did you hear that? Bullshit.” Even though it’s dark, you have to put it on your mouth. He pulled his hair down and thought he was impeccable.

And yet, she opened her eyes and her lips were wide open, and she said, “Yah, Liu, you’re here.”

It is obvious that Liu Dongxi, who is hiding in the crowd, has just been seen with great tone and expression.

Fake, I can do that.

He gave himself a white eye.

But it’s awesome!

It is clear that the person named washed his head before he left this morning and that the small number of hairs above his head had their roots clearly identified and were floating in the wind, except that the increased amount of hair appeared to be more worrying.

Liu’s eyebrow moved, his cheeks twitched, and his smile didn’t smile: “How did Shih get this trip done and married himself out? Did you think you could marry yourself when you decided to take a trip?”

The tone of the gun and the stick appeared to be a statement that the purpose of her application to leave the country was not pure.

She’s the one who hates people who talk, and she’s the one who comes straight, and she’s extremely unsatisfied with the rules and subtexts in the workplace, which is one of the reasons why she and Liu can’t see it right.

But at this point she cannot give up.

“No, I just met an old classmate, and I thought I was too old to be married.

Liu Tung-hwan, who had been trying to sarcasticly to get to work, had been interpreted by her as a work-in-the-job.

The two were not very close to each other, but there were people who smelled the powder between them. No one dares to intercede at this hour when the Great God fights, and the Little Gods turn their backs.

“Why are you standing at the door and not going in?”

A low-pitched man’s voice rang at the elevator door, awakening the silence.

Someone wakes up like a dream.

The people were reminded of his voice and turned to him.

They were wearing a classic dark-coloured suit, a GUCCI tie with a shiny diamond tie, and the shoes under their feet were also very gorgeous Braddock. The ink hair was gravitated to the back of the head, the tall nose was covered with a gold-side frame glasses, and the eyes under the lens were so full of magic that they could see through everyone.

“You’re still out of work, and you’re taking away your heart?” Zhou Sen crossed the path which the crowd had automatically opened for him, standing by the side of Xu, frowned, but said to others who were still watching.

This is where the people are scattered, including Liu Dong Viet.

When he saw Zhou Sam come, he put on a handshake and said hello, and he didn’t pick up any more Qui Zhixi and went to the office.

Zhou Sen didn’t take his cold eyes back until the reception was completely quiet.

And he looked down a little, and he saw that gruesome ring on a woman’s hand, and he said, “It’s not too small to go back to America.” It is also a punt.

In some cases, even in the face of Liu Dongxiang, one of the partners, Shen can always speak out, but when she is faced with Zhou Sen, the younger partner in the firm, she always loses herself. She blames the man for his remarkableness.

Hsui’s head down, he didn’t answer.

“Not here, but later in my office,” said Zhou Sam, “Take the information on this trip and all your case reports this year.”

I’m sorry.

It’s been an hour since Hsui Zhangro finished sending out the Star’s father with the outside belt.

The office was a central air conditioner and the temperature was not low, so she took her coat off as soon as she came in.

But when I thought about going to Zhou Sam’s single office, Hsui thought about it and put on a black knitted shirt, so I went in with the information.

Zhou Sam was looking at her file, and saw her come, and he looked at her with a slight look.

“Come?”

“The Jubilee.” He’s a little short on his back.

“What are you standing for? Sit down.” After that, Zhou Sam grabbed the electric remote and the drop closed the window in the office.

Hsui’s heart moved a little, but didn’t say anything.

“Where’s the report?” Zhou Sen asked, “There’s some impatience in the tone.

Xu Bao has been busy handing over just-so-recognised materials, each of which has been sorted and indexed to facilitate search. It’s her personal habit since she went to school.

Zhou Sen was apparently used to her habits, and soon followed her mark.

With the sound of the air conditioner in the room, Xu’s hands crossed his legs and sat straight, like the pupils who were waiting for the teacher to read the book.

“What about this trip to America?” Zhou Sen asked.

Speaking of which, Shen wasn’t nervous anymore, she sorted out the language: “It’s a lot to gain. In the United States of America, where IPO is experienced, I’ve been shown a lot of good examples from before the local firm, and I’ve seen a lot of things that I think our firm, especially my predominantly young people, has to do with, like, procedures…”

“I didn’t ask you about the harvest,” Zhou Sen looked up, frowned, “I said you.”

“Myself?” A little.

It took seconds to understand what he meant.

When Shen had just returned from the United States, it had been a long time since the law had been applied in different legal systems. And that’s when she met Zhou Sam in her job.

The more the stars are not as they are now, the more the demons are known as the new generation law firm, and the more the cylindrical is, the more she prefers the joint ventures, the pay and the job prospects.

But she chose Starbucks because of Zhou Sam’s words.

He looked down at her resume for one minute and said, “Come to me, five years, you can sit in my place.”

During the years of Sing’s work, Zhou Xian was extremely helpful to her, from the very beginning, when she took a lawyer’s assistant, who was not officially certified, to the semi-teaching, when she became fully independent, and when Zhou Xian was able to make rapid progress without Zhou Xian’s help.

In the past five years, he’s also a friend.

“As you can see, Hsui raised his left hand and shook in front of him, laughing naturally.

How do you know that Zhou Sam was just looking at her and he stopped writing in his hand and said, “Will marriage now affect work?”

It’s been a long time. She thought that Zhou Sentti was speaking from a friend’s point of view, so she answered with a nice, easy answer, but she had no idea he was speaking from a “boss”.

He couldn’t even lift his head in a moment, and his voice was weak: “No, he hasn’t yet been certified…” She paused and thought of a perfect answer, “and I didn’t marry him because he was in love, and he was my old boyfriend, so… so we wouldn’t be late for work because of the wedding.”

“Well, that’s good.”

Zhou Sen closed the file and looked seriously at her.

The woman was wearing a knitted shirt, and her shirt under the knitted her body and her face was red because of the conversation.

Zhou Sen was silent for a moment, and suddenly he said, “This year’s work is good and hopes are high.”

The tone is flat, but Xu Yi understood what he meant. It’s more difficult to control the red face because of joy and excitement — she’s going to get promoted!

“Thank you Zhou Ling!” Hsu’s voice was eight degrees higher.

It was then that Zhou Sam’s frowning eyebrows were relaxed when she saw her smile.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.