What about loving an old man?
Like an uncle.
He asked me out to the bar, and I pointed at the drink in his hand: I wanted to drink yours.
He stinged a little drink and kissed me.
After the three rounds of wine, when I fell drunk into his arms, he took an eyeful of everything, holding my waist, and said, “I do not want to play with you in that way.” Good boy, take you home.
I woke up.
I went to a meeting at the partner’s office that day to see if it was too early.
When he walked in, he looked up, and he saw a man pulling his pants and zipping his neck and face, and he was listening to the phone.
Awkward!
When I was dark, I said “I’m sorry” and turned around and hid in the ladies’ room.
Take it easy, pack yourself up and get back to the room.
I’ve seen a man sitting in the main seat, and I’ve been flying through my mind:
When the door was pushed, my heart cooled.
The vice president is introducing you: this is Chon of the cooperative, and this is Fu.
He said, “Yeah, we met, didn’t we, Chon? I’m sorry.
I laughed hard on my head.
I looked at a man’s face, and I looked at him, and I looked at him, and he pulled his pants, and I remember the details.
A man who spends a thousand dollars on a pair of panties should be worth more?
When I graduated from college, I established a studio with my sister, specializing in campaign planning and some branding.
I was going to talk to Fu that day about cooperation, and I had such a quiet incident, and I had such an unexpected communication.
I didn’t mean to mention a campaign, a man who broke up, surprised himself. I’m sorry.
And I nodded, and I laughed, “Yeah, one of our school graduates is older than my seniors. I’m sorry.
And the man looked at her as though he had laughed, and said, “You seem proud of your school.” I’m sorry.
My school was really good, and I said with a little pride, “Well, it’s mostly our school graduates who are good.” I’m sorry.
And his hands were crossed, and he put them on the table, and his chin was lifted up, and he said, “That is the chief.” I’m sorry.
I was disappointed, and then the atmosphere of the meeting completely changed, as if the barriers and tests between strangers had disappeared.
And before the end of the meeting, he and the Vice-President said, “See you in the back, and I will be gone.” I’m sorry.
Listen to the man. I’m crying in my heart. Yes, I know.
I’m a very picky person in the environment, and I’ve got my own system of recognition, like in an uncomfortable environment, a stomach pain in eating, water that always tastes like water.
During his tenure, however, he did not exist at all.
I like the smell of his paper towels, the taste of clean water, the foam of hand-washing fluids, and even the toilet’s high and low.
I didn’t go to school before, I couldn’t imagine what the CEO was like, but when I saw him, I felt like he was the one who knew, quiet, juya, tasteful.
I’ve also asked my partner that he’s been in love for over a decade, that he’s not married, that his girlfriend is a teacher, that he’s strong.
I asked how to be strong, and the little partners stopped saying, “We have come to the company a few years ago, and we’ve got little things on our desk, and we have a colleague whose heel is too loud to influence other colleagues. I’m sorry.
That’s all I’m talking about. I got a look at you.
I’ve been listening to these little things, and I think that his image is more solid and real, but I don’t know why he’s laughing at his girlfriend.
Once the programme has been finalized, the project for which I am responsible will be concluded.
One month later, the young partner informed the group that the activities had worked well as a whole. Mr. Fu invited the partners to join us for dinner.
How can you bring family?
It’s a shame I’m a single dog.
“Do you have a girlfriend, too? I’m sorry.
“I heard it was broken up a few years ago. I don’t know if it’s true, but I haven’t seen it this year.”
It’s been almost six months since I broke up.
I can’t say why, suddenly I want to go to dinner.
After dinner, everyone drank a lot and a bunch of people got up and went to KTV.
The lights were dim, people released their nature and danced with music.
The sofa is full of coats and bags, and it’s hot in the room.
When he took his coat off, he twisted his head and said something to me, and I couldn’t hear it, and he came to him and said, “What did you say? I’m sorry.
He said, “Do you take your coat off? I’ll hang it together. I’m sorry.
I took off my clothes and handed them to him. Who knows my phone fell out of my pocket.
My condition was to reflect, my phone was not received, but I held his hand, which he had also reached, and my fingernails crossed him.
The scene could not be more embarrassing, and I let go of my hand, and I was so shy and I couldn’t stop laughing.
I couldn’t help but wait for him to return to his seat, when he was standing next to a man with candles on the table, seriously tearing the skin off my hand, and I laughed behind him.
He didn’t hear it, he’s tearing it up, and I’m laughing in the sofa.
When this wave is over, I will clear my voice and approach him, and apologize with one face and say, “I’m sorry, sir.” I’m sorry.
He put his arm on his thigh, leaning down and crouching. I was in front of him, like, “You’re laughing? Remember me?”
This man, eight feet tall, has a tenderness in his voice at this moment, which has caused my heart to collapse in mysterious ways.
That was the closest time I was to him, and I could even feel his nose when two people looked at each other.
Finally, I found an excuse to look away and go out in a panic.
I followed the long corridor, I touched the KTV back door, and I lit a cigarette.
It’s like a man’s eyebrow. He’s so sober.
At the beginning of the year, when she got married and had children, she threw the burden of the company at me, and the pressure was so overwhelming that I started smoking.
It’s not a relief, but it’s always felt that when nicotine enters the nasal cavity, people relax, and there’s a moment of blankness in their head, and they don’t have to think about anything.
A man standing and suddenly the back door was pushed and unconsciously thought it would be him.
And when I was there, and there was no accident on his face, he laughed, and said, “What is a cat doing here?” I’m sorry.
I did struggle in my head for a while, and then I didn’t hide, and I played ash, and I laughed at him, and said, “No smoking in it, Chief.” I’m sorry.
I actually didn’t understand at that moment why all those who were afraid of the others were the only ones who dared to give him that face.
When he saw that little pyrotechnic on my finger, his face was lightened, as if he had found his companion, and he came out of his pocket with a cigarette, squeezing my wrist quite naturally, putting it in front of his face and lighting a cigarette.
I suddenly felt a little different about him.
Julia is still, but smoking looks like the whole thing is full of stories.
And he looked at me for a moment, and he laughed, and he said, “Young people smoke too. I’m sorry.
And I took a long breath and said, “I am sad that the company, though small, has many people.” I’m sorry.
He said, “If it’s so sad, shall I take you away?” I’m sorry.
A cigarette just sucked in, and suddenly I heard it, and I choked, and I coughed several times in the chest.
He’s still on the loose, and he says, “I want to form a marketing team that can take your entire studio and talk about it. I’m sorry.
Asphyxiation, what am I thinking?
I don’t know, he’s just saying, he’s serious, he’s in business, and I don’t take it seriously.
Go back to the room, sit far away from him, and I drink the beer in my hand.
In that moment, I understood something.
But man cannot deceive himself, and it is a thing that has existed for a long time.
I decided to call my sister and listen to her. If she doesn’t want to go to her company, I’ll stop thinking about it. It’s perfect to draw a line from him, so that he doesn’t think about it all day long.
After saying what happened, she seemed a little reluctant and said, “Well, then we’ll be constrained to take on a private job, make more money, and it won’t be easy.” I’m sorry.
Both of them were silent on the phone for a while, and she suddenly asked me, “Are you interested in Fu?” You don’t like people who work for people. I’m sorry.
I can’t say it right.
She was silent for a second and said, “It’s strange that Fu, I’ve asked him, said I’ve been reluctant to do it because I think it’s expensive to set up a marketing team. How did I meet you?” What’s wrong with you two? ..
Listen to me. I’ve been through this all of a sudden
Yeah! He’s been out looking for a company. Why did he suddenly want to quit?
I was thinking about it, and I heard you say, “Hey, he broke up with his girlfriend a while ago, okay? I’m sorry.
What? Really broke up?
Even though it’s none of my business, it’s really hard not to get involved with all of his behavior tonight.
The day began again, and I had a conversation with Aoi about whether he wanted to buy it.
Aoi means not to accept.
The reason is that he is not the biggest mountain if he finds his way to it, but rather wait, and he has turned around, and he has not yet reached the point where the mountain is empty.
I’ve been following my sister since I graduated, and today’s harvest and everything is given by my sister, so I’m not going to get away with it.
He’s got the power, and I’m just a mirror moon to him, and I’ve been in touch a few times, and I feel like I’m pretty good at it, and I’m kind of a subordinate, and I can’t tell what happens.
Moreover, he was not one of those who believed in me in the least, when he set aside the vigil of the night.
It is one thing to imagine him, and it is another to trust to give him the future.
But then a few days later, his little assistant contacted me and said, “How’s Fu asking you about bringing a team together?”
I wanted to keep in touch with him on this subject.
But this news really woke me up again.
See, it’s a private conversation between me and him, but he let my assistant ask me.
It’s a little hurtful to act like this.
I didn’t intend to go to him myself, and I gave the assistant one back: I’m not thinking about it and I have a chance to cooperate.
The assistant said a lot of inspiring things.
In business, I understand.
The assistant still wants to play touch cards, but he can’t touch me.
After that, his interaction was limited to a friendly circle.
In September, I went with my sister to the mall to buy children’s supplies, and when I went to the elevator I suddenly saw the Paris family’s locker.
I’ve never been in this store in my whole life, and I’ve seen an ordinary, uncharacteristic, tampons with a broad waist with the banner of Balenciaga, and I’ve bought three.
And she wondered, and said, ‘Are you not a faithful client of love? I’m sorry.
I can’t say why, but I always put the panties, the luxurious molasses and the tuna sushi in a combination of a special oceanic air and a certain sense of quality.
Every time I see these three things, his face comes out of my head.
It’s a coincidence. I got him when I came home.
It’s been two months since KTV was separated.
He said: “There is something you must help, sister.
On these days, when I did not meet him, I thought of a myriad of reasons for reopening the dialogue with him.
Just think about why he thinks he needs me. If he cares about me, he’ll come to me.
If I’m worth it.
So when this news came to me, it was as if I had been in my heart for a long time and had been able to spread it.
I smiled and said, “Okay, meet and say.”
The good thing for adults is that when they don’t see each other for how long, when they talk, they pick up their relationship.
Whatever it is, it looks like it’s special.
I drank my tea in silence, and I watched his face without fear, and he was thinner, and his whole face was thinner, and his eyes were sharper, and his chin was more strutted.
Well, the longer the man gets, the better.
And when he had ordered, and the waiter had left, he laughed, and said, “This is near to my house, and I’m going to talk about it, and I’m going back after drinking. I’m sorry.
I’ve been saying, “Oh,” what’s he implying?
Want to drink with me?
Or do you want to tell me where his house is?
And I said, “If you need anything, just say it.” I’m sorry.
But he didn’t hurry, slowly picked up the wine list, turned it open and asked her, “Let’s have a drink.” I’m sorry.
I was like, “Why? I’m sorry.
He looked at her, fixed her, and laughed: “I think you’re a little tight, have a drink and relax. I’m sorry.
Drink, drink, relax.
If I’m gonna kick your ass, don’t run.
After drinking, the atmosphere became different.
I obviously think that he’ll have some physical contact with me.
Like when I’m done with crabs, I get sauce on my mouth, and he wipes it off with his hands, and then wipes it clean. He’ll wipe my hands with a wet towel, one hand with one hand, and then the other hand will hold my wrist gently.
The atmosphere is slimy, the lights are dim and obscurant.
I can’t help but wonder that wine is really a good thing.
No matter how tight you are, you’ll have to go down a few cups.
The subject of dinner that day was that he wanted to dig up a marketing manager, thought I had experience and wanted me to meet.
That’s the small thing I promised.
After dinner, he called me a car on the side of the road.
We asked him, “Will you not come home?”
He said, “Go to the bar and have a drink. I’m sorry.
I said, “Can I go?” I’m sorry.
And he said, “Well, you don’t imagine a very fun bar, but we’re friends, all of them. Do you mind? I’m sorry.
I shake my head.
He took me.
As he had said, there were few guests, all men, and he and I were no more than four guests.
A glass of wine in front of everyone, a quiet cell phone at the bar, and occasionally someone comes in to talk.
And when they greeted him, they looked on me, and he introduced themselves to him, saying, “Bring me here, my friend. I’m sorry.
It was the first time I drank vodka with him, but I didn’t know it tasted too bad, and it was too strong to drink, and it felt like my tongue was on fire, and I drank a big sip and threw up.
He laughed too hard, he drank too much wine, and he took my shoulder and said, “Stake a few drinks.” I’m sorry.
I looked at the wine in his hand, and drank it in the light, and said, “I want to drink yours.” I’m sorry.
He smiled at me, and under the influence of alcohol, he looked a little confused and asked me, “Are you sure? I’m sorry.
I’ve had a lot of wine at dinner, and I’ve had a little bit of the vodka, and I’ve got a little bit of a shadow in my sight, including seeing him.
And I smiled, and noded, and people gathered in front of his glass, and the man was shaking, and the forehead almost went to his chin, and said, “I’m sure.” I’m sorry.
He smiled, his eyebrow swung gently, took a small sip of wine, then lifted up my chin and kissed my lips.
We find only the heavens and the earth dazzled, and the neck soft and the waist soft.
When a man was about to fall off a high-foot chair, he stood up from the chair, gently held my waist and kept kissing me.
And when he kissed, he took me into his arms and whispered in my ear, saying, “I love you after a drink.” I’m sorry.
I had a red face, but I felt that the breath of my breath was full of wine on men, and I asked, “Why?” I’m sorry.
He said, ‘When you are sober, the guests make me afraid to do it.’ I’m sorry.
He said, ‘I love you very much, but I do not dare to say more, lest you dislike me.’ I’m sorry.
My eyes are shaking, but my heart is awake.
And after he had confessed, I held his face in my hands, and she said, “O chief, I like you too. You do not know that I bought so many of Parisian underwear. I’m sorry.
A few people came over, and he stopped my mouth and smiled into my neck.
He said, “Do we have to go so fast?” I’m sorry.
He laughed at me and said, “Your underwear, your same underwear…”
He covered my mouth once again, and laughed almost with his head down. He said, “What are you thinking of me?”
After the three rounds of wine, they went to the side of the street, and he pointed to a building in front, and said, “This is my house.” I’m sorry.
Huh? I looked at him with my head on my back, I looked at him with my mouth, I laughed at him, and I said, “Well, let’s go.”
And immediately, he answered, “What about your home?” You said you moved. Where did you move? I’m sorry.
I smiled and said, “Are you taking me home?” I’m sorry.
His face is straight: “What else?” I’m sorry.
What the hell else is this?
I think he probably didn’t know what I was thinking, so he decided to push him.
When I thought about it, I just pretended to be weak, “I’m afraid I can’t take the car, and I’ll throw up if I drink so much.”
And when he looked at him again, he had a look at everything, he held my waist and looked at my eyebrows and laughed, “Good boy, take you home.” I’m sorry.
Do you understand my suggestion that you want to be a gentleman?
As soon as I turned my heart over my head, I made seven intoxicated, and man put more weight in his arms, rounded his back, leaning on his head, looking at him with a blind eye, and said, “Do you not want to take me to your house?”
He’s got to be a good man to put up with the lack of laughs, and he’s only got one second to look at, and he smiles and says, “No.” I’m sorry.
“Huh, but I think…”
When I said that, my tongue almost flashed.
What are you talking about?
But since it was my character not to do so, he continued to be drunk, dressed as a lost rabbit, staring at him and forcing him to give the answer.
He looked at me with his eyes open and he could see through everything. I had a little 999 in my heart, and he understood it, but he laughed and said, “Okay, don’t play. I’m sorry.
The four words, the string that’s holding my head apart.
I suddenly felt like I was making a joke tonight.
You’ve been holding your face like this.
Maybe that kiss was just a moment of excitement.
It’s just crazy. Adults can’t stop.
I got drunk, let go of his waist, kept his smile on his face and said, “Well, don’t bother, it’s fun tonight, thank you, Master. I’m sorry.
When I wrote it out, I felt only a bit of acid on the tip of my nose.
And he took me from behind, and dragged me to my front, staring at me, and said, “I do not want to play with you just by playing, do you understand?” I don’t want to go to that stage with you so easily. You’re the kind of girl I want to get in touch, understand and get along with. I’m sorry.
I haven’t been able to respond, and he’s got a little bit of a begging in his voice, “I know that it hurt you, but I can’t eat you. I don’t know what kind of man I am in your heart. I’m afraid you’ll do this to anyone after drinking.”
Oh, yeah.
In your eyes, I’m the kind of guy who drinks and drills into men’s arms.
There’s nothing else to say.
The mood after the wine is much more insensitive than in the daytime, and the tears fall on his cheeks before his heart is sore.
I pushed his hand away. I didn’t say a word.
The cell phone in the bag was shaking. I hung up and I saw him.
A woman who can drink to a man can be crazy. There’s nothing to worry about, right?
I woke up the next day, and my head was killing me, and my stomach was sore.
He sat in bed for half a day, woke up, cleared his voice, and returned a voice: “Mr. Fu, I’m fine. I drank too much yesterday. Ha ha ha ha ha, I’ll make you laugh, I’m up at work, I’ll be in touch. I’m sorry.
Soon after he developed the key, his message came back.
One smiley face, five words after: Morning, fine.
I row up, up, down, down to the first one: I pass your friend’s confirmation request, and now we can start talking.
It’s no wonder I haven’t really talked to him since I started the project. He can’t see what kind of girl I am.
I’m no longer 18 years old, and I don’t want to hate someone in my face.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a mustard on him.
It is only in business that those who are in this relationship have more meaning than they have lost.
I was trying to empty his chat records, think about it, and I didn’t have to.
I can put it down.
Over the next few days, he’s had a lot more information than he used to, but it’s not such a private talk.
Just come by to ask me when I’m free to interview a few people and turn off.
I admit I’m selfish, I don’t want to see him, but I can say I’m free next week and I’m going to hang him every day, and I’ll turn him down every day.
They say Scorpion loves revenge, and I always deny it, because to separate people and think that they’re stupid, Scorpion doesn’t say revenge, it’s even lazy to look at it.
But if anyone cares, it’s a different story.
After all, there’s only one thing between me and him that can be “rightly” connected.
For this man, I told myself to put it down, but I still have a stake.
At the scheduled time, I went to his office and interviewed him.
And as soon as he sat down, he pushed the door into my chair, laughing, and standing with his hands on the table, and said, “I felt like I was listening to you, and it was you. I’m sorry.
I smiled and said, “Fu’s ears are good. I’m sorry.
The joke was always on, people laughed, and my eyes faded from his face.
Seeing this face again, I’d still be moved and happy to hear his voice and see his smile.
There were two interviews, two alternative marketing managers, one of whom was smart enough to look at the world, and one of which drew a big pie for the company’s future.
The other one is a much more cautious one, comes with a PPT, and all the things that you want to say are in the PPT, and it’s a lot less personal.
Both interviews were completed. He asked me to go to the office and talk.
He said: Which do you think is appropriate? I’m sorry.
I said, “It’s important to see who you need, marketing, and thinking, and how you react, but I doubt that the first one is better, but he’s saying that he can’t make it, and he’ll do a great job. And the second, it’s normal, but the next thing you know, you can do it, you can do it. I’m sorry.
He looked at me quietly and used to fingernails.
And when I had said it, he laughed, and said, “Hey, Master, it’s up to you. I said it was useless. I’m sorry.
He sat up, he cried, and he said, “There are two options, and I want to see them again. I’m sorry.
And look at his face, and I know, both of them, and he’s not one of them.
After all these years of work, I know my strength by being sharp enough to capture people’s minds.
Except, he’s sitting in the office, I can guess.
He was with me in private, but I didn’t understand.
After a few days, Zero saw a few more.
The last meeting ended, or his office, and he asked me, “All together, which one do you think is best?” I’m sorry.
I thought about it and asked him, “What do you think? I’m sorry.
He said, “It almost seemed like it. I’m sorry.
I smiled, and he really said that to me.
I feel like I’m almost there.
I couldn’t help but sighing, “Well, it’s really hard to pick people, and I’m so anxious for you that I’m here myself. I’m sorry.
And suddenly, he picked out his head and laughed, and that smile struck me like a little bit of a jerk.
Then he opened his mouth and said, “Come on, I’m serious. I think I want what I want. As soon as I say, you understand, and as much as I can plan and carry out.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him in silence, and in my heart the logic of the matter was cleared out.
“Wonderful, Master Fu, wait for me here. I’m sorry.
He has asked me over and over again to help him with the interviews, and again, he’s trying to get me involved in the selection, and he’s trying to get me to follow him, make me feel a sense of responsibility for his recruitment, and finally hate the steel, thinking that I can do it myself.
Who says he can’t read me?
He sure ate my personality!
He knew that I was a girl, but there was something in my bones.
I smiled, “No, I can’t do it with you. Your boss is too deep. I’m scared to death, I’m a weak chicken.” I’m sorry.
He probably didn’t think that I had cleared my face for one second, and it took only one second, and he said, “You see, we’re all the same, we’re weak, we’re all strong. I’m sorry.
I looked at him and I laughed.
He’s not weak. Even though I’ve met a more obscurantist boss with my sister, he’s certainly no worse off.
I suddenly felt that this man, having him, was a luxury.
It’s only now that I’m beginning to see what I can do, and I’m out of my mind.
When I left, I couldn’t help but ask, “Are you sure you see what I can do, or what else?” I’m sorry.
If the answer was the former, I’d really try and feel like he’s the one who’s doing the job, and I’d like to work with him.
But if it were the latter, I’d lose my self-esteem, but as a woman, I’d be in a good mood.
He thought about it, and he said, “One in two. I’m sorry.
Huh? I don’t believe it.
You don’t have to be sulking about the future, you’re a team, you’re a man, you’re a man, you’re a man, you’re a man.
I’m just a little worried about what to tell Aoi.
I didn’t want to hide it from you, but after all the years I’ve been walking with you, and I’ve been telling you the truth, “I didn’t do it because of the treatment. I wanted to do it with him. Well, that’s what you thought. I liked him. I’m sorry.
When she saw me, she said that she was actually contacted by the Golden Master, that it was not realistic for a single mother to take her child to start a business, and that she was looking for a big mountain.
It was only then that I knew that she had been divorced for two months, and that she was getting less and less motivated by her marriage.
Since then, I’ve been with him “sently” to meet his clients, talk about projects, work late in the morning, almost daily.
When the project went well, they went to a day shop, ordered tuna sushi, a few snacks, a bottle of wine, and neither of them drank much.
After that drink, it seemed like there was some kind of agreement between me and him, that when we were together, we wouldn’t drink too much and stay awake.
Until the day before spring.
He’s leaving the country the next day, and I just got his emergency visa in the evening, said I’d send him over and asked where he was.
He said: “Come to the bar. I’m sorry.
I hung up on the phone and I cried.
It’s too heavy to remember, and I’ve been thinking about it.
But what right do I have and the boss says no? So I pretended to go to the bar and find him.
I gave him a visa, and said, “Then I will go first.” I’m sorry.
He held his arm just as he moved.
And he looked at me, and said: Have a drink and come. I’m sorry.
I hesitated to move.
So he ordered wine with the bar, and said, “Let her have a soft mouth.” I’m sorry.
“What’s the big deal?” I’m sorry.
He smiled and looked back at me, “Well, bigger, better get a sip in there and let her smile at me.” I’m sorry.
Well, I didn’t smile.
Drop the bag and sit next to him in a high-foot chair.
I’ve had a lot of business with him, and I’ve had a lot of jokes, but I’ve been sitting here, and I’ve been stressed, and I’m not comfortable.
It’s embarrassing to be free and take off a piece of lemon that’s stuck in his glass.
Who knows, this lemon is really sour and sour and sore that my teeth are shaking and the five officials are turning into pain masks.
I yelled, “Oh, my God…”
He looked at me and laughed again, and put the glass into my hand, and said, “Here, just take a sip. I’m sorry.
And I believed in his evil, and I took a sip of wine, and I realized it was a little good, and I took another sip.
The taste of sourness faded, and there was nothing left in his mouth, and he turned to him and said, “What is this wine?” I’m sorry.
He replied, “The wine that you drank last time. I’m sorry.
One word picks up all memories.
I just feel like my head is burning and my temple is jumping.
Then, after a moment of silence, he said again, “Do you know when I began to remember you? I’m sorry.
I looked at him.
He said, “As for the last time, I’m a man. Do I really not want that?” I don’t think so. What if you wake up regretting the next day and I’m not an adult?
The next day I called the assistant and the car was parked downstairs, and you came and said you’d be in touch as if yesterday had not happened. I felt like I was keeping this under your roof.
I thought I’d take you to breakfast the other day. But I’ve been thinking too much. You’ve probably been messing with me after drinking.
And then I’ll send you a message every day, and you push one day, and I’m in a fire, and I’m not alone.
Then you said I counted you into the company, but it wasn’t all right. I had an interview, and I didn’t want you to come.
Ginger, I think you’ve demonized me a little. I’m not that complicated. I asked you to come here for two reasons. I thought you were a talent, but I wanted to watch you, I gave you overtime, and you didn’t have time to go out and drink, you know, when you were drinking, it was like you had a bad eye. I’m sorry.
I listened to him, and he was calm, and there was a storm in my heart, with a straw in my mouth, and a sip of wine.
He smiled and rubbed his forehead: “This is the first time in my life I’ve confessed to a girl. It still didn’t work out. Every day I don’t see you, I’m thinking about you. I’m sorry.
I’m breathing a tremor, sucking out the last sip, and the bottom of the cup makes the noise.
He stopped talking and looked at me, “Did you hear me? Have a drink.”
I slit my lips, leaned over from the high-foot chair, reached out to his face, kissed his lips.
That’s the first time I’ve ever kissed a man so intensely and unforgettablely, and suddenly I’ve kissed a little bit of blood in my mouth.
I slowly let him go, and I realized that his lower lips were gnawing out the swollenness…
I put my shame behind my head, and I covered his mouth, and I laughed, and I said, “Are you in pain?
He looked at me and he laughed, he didn’t talk, he looked at me, he looked at me, he was drunk.
And when he left the bar, he took my hand and pointed to a building in front, and said, “That is my home.” I’m sorry.
And I turned to his eyes, and they looked at him, and laughed, as if he had been poked in the croak, and laughed, and leaned.
We said, “I know, so what? I’m sorry.
He said, “Do you not want to look at my house’s underwear? I’m sorry.
I laughed even more, with my hands covered in my mouth, and I felt like I was going to change my face, “I don’t want to see, I don’t like Paris anymore. I’m sorry.
He said, “What do you like? I will go and buy it now.” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t stop laughing and pushed him away.
He pulled me back into his arms, laughed, pointed himself in the front building, and said, “Look, my house is that one. My house is fine. It’s fine.
I laughed all over, and he carried me home that night…
In the third month together, I decided to marry him.
The first thing I told you about was Aoi.
She raised her thumb and said, “You’re strong, and you’re going to the boss’s wife. I’m sorry.
I’m laughing at the table and pretending to fry.
In fact, the best person to know me all over the world is Aoi, who knows that even if he’s just an ordinary man, if I love him, he’ll be the god in my heart.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
