Life With You

"Do you know how old I am this year?" Ling Yue looked at Qiao Aiwen and said.

Qiao Aiwen looked calmly: "I know, you stand at 30 this year." Song Xi told her.

Ling Yue said: "I am already thirty, and soon thirty-one. I am six or seven years older than you."

Qiao Aiwen said: "Women's junior holds gold bricks, and male seniors hold golden roosters. What is not a hug?"

Ling Yue secretly asked where she came up with these sets of words. After a moment of silence, he said: "We have known each other for so long. Apart from your name and age, I know nothing about you, and you know me again. How much? I still don’t know what you like me."

Qiao Aiwen said: "You don't know me, I can tell you one by one. As for you, I'm sorry, I even know how your parents knew how to get married back then."

After all, without waiting for Ling Yue to answer, she said to herself: "Don't be angry, and don't blame Song Xi for telling me the truth. I just want to tell you that I am serious about liking you. The eighteenth generation of your ancestors is not to explore your background and strength, but just want to know more about you and get closer to you. I have never liked someone so much. If you reject me, maybe I will have temperament in the future. Great changes have since embarked on a path of deep depression."

Ling Yue stared at Qiao Aiwen's face, he said one sentence, she could say ten sentences, how does this look like a deeply depressed person?

He took a sigh of relief and digested it silently by himself. He was such a person, but he was tempted, so who would he talk about?

There was no sound in the office. The noon sun came in from the window. Ling Yue was backlit, and his expression was a little unclear, but his body was covered with a layer of gold and his thin lips opened. He said, "I admit that I like you too."

When the voice fell, Qiao Aiwen froze decisively, looked at him intently, and opened her mouth unbelievably after a long while: "Aren't you kidding me?"

Ling Yue answered straightforwardly: "No."

Qiao Aiwen was so excited that one hand was covering her mouth to avoid screaming, and the other hand stretched over, trying to pull Ling Yue's hand.

Ling Yue took his hand away and said with a serious face: "Sit down, I haven't finished speaking yet."

Qiao Aiwen originally wanted to mess around like a coquettish, but when he saw his eyes were very serious, even serious, she actually took her hand back, leaned back on the chair, and said with a smile: "Follow the instructions."

Ling Yue smiled nonchalantly: "I don't know how much you like me. I'm not even sure how much I like you. You are young and a girl. It's not fair to you to associate casually, and I don't like it either. Feelings that come too fast, everything is the faster you come, the faster you go. If you want, we can try it slowly."

Qiao Aiwen was so happy because of his sentence that I also like you. At this moment, everything Ling Yue said is good. She smiled and said, "I listen to you."

Ling Yue was embarrassed when she laughed. He always felt that he was bullying her because of her age. He said, "You can say whatever you think."

Qiao Aiwen said: "I don't have any ideas, you just want to be happy."

Ling Yue's ears suddenly turned red, especially when the sun shone from behind, it was very obvious.

Qiao Aiwen asked immediately: "Why are your ears red?"

Ling Yue didn't look away. She was speechless. She couldn't say that she was too enthusiastic to let him go and shy him as a big man, right?

Qiao Aiwen called him: "Hey."

Ling Yue looked at her and saw that she rolled up her shoulders with her long hair with both hands, and piled a few **** on her head, bending her eyes and asked: "Are you happy?"

Seeing this, Ling Yue couldn't help it at all, the moment his lips curled up, his eyes fell elsewhere.

Qiao Aiwen smiled and said, "You still love Fuwa the most. I knew I would come back today."

Ling Yue sorted out his expression, looked at her and said, "Let it go."

Qiao Aiwen said: "Don't let it go, let it go and you will be upset."

Ling Yue said, "Do you think you look like Fuwa?"

"Isn't it?"

"It seems dumb."

Qiao Aiwen was thunderous in the sky, frowning: "Is the dumb in Crayon Shin-chan? Don't lie to me, he is not this hairstyle at all!"

Ling Yue didn't know who Qiao Aiwen was talking about. Anyway, he just had an idea in his heart and suddenly wanted to call her dumb. She had a clever look, but he always pretended to be foolish and cute to make him laugh. What is dumb?

He smiled and looked at her without blinking. Qiao Aiwen was gradually guilty of being seen by him, let go, and said suspiciously: "Do I look stupid?"

Ling Yue nodded without hesitation: "Yeah."

Qiao Aiwen pouted: "Then I won't dress up anymore."

Ling Yue said: "It doesn't matter just the two of us."

Qiao Aiwen said: "Doesn't the family ugliness be exposed?"

She was angry, and Ling Yue wanted to laugh more and more.

At noon, Song Xi and Han Chunmeng went to the cafeteria for dinner. Han Chunmeng called Gu Dongxu, but Gu Dongxu didn't answer her. She joked, "See if you saw it, if you call him now, he dare not answer it."

Song Xi asked: "Then what do you want?"

Han Chunmeng said, "Don't cook for him at night!"

Song Xi pursed her lips: "You're just so promising."

Han Chunmeng put down the phone and glanced at it, "What about you? I don't do it, you can't do it."

Song Xi was about to refute, just as the phone rang and it was George Sheng. She took the phone and was angry with Han Chunmeng: "I can't do it, but he can't stand it, so he took the initiative to call me."

Han Chunmeng was so angry that her liver hurts. Song Xi went out to answer the phone. She sat in her place and called Gu Dongxu again, but he still didn't answer.

Song Xi stood at no one to answer George Sheng's phone. The two of them were tired and crooked every day. After a few conversations, she asked in a low voice, "How is your tongue? Is it still hurting?"

George Sheng said: "You can't touch things, what do you think?"

Song Xi turned his eyes and replied meaningfully: "That's it, then it seems I can't cure it either."

George Sheng said in a low voice, "You can eat it."

Song Xideng said angrily: "Why are you getting more and more hooligan now?"

George Sheng replied calmly: "I haven't said you yet, don't call you Song Xi from now on, just call Song Di."

Song Xi frowned and said, "You're dirty, I'm talking to you normally, and you just strayed as you said."

George Sheng didn't speak. Song Xi knew he must be laughing at her. After talking for a long time, he told her to go back for dinner and contact her at night.

Song Xi hung up the phone and returned to the cafeteria contentedly. Han Chunmeng didn't move a vegetable salad and a bowl of tofu soup in front of him.

Song Xi asked: "Why don't you even want to be a rabbit now, want to become a fairy?"

Han Chunmeng frowned lightly: "I made three calls to Dongxu but didn't answer him. He would tell me if there is something to do. What happened today?"

Song Xi said: "It's probably in a meeting. Mute didn't hear me."

Han Chunmeng whispered: "I just jumped right eyelid, left eye jumped for money, right eye jumped for disaster, you give me a piece of paper."

Song Xi handed her a piece of facial tissue, Han Chunmeng tore off a small corner and put it on the right eyelid with saliva. This was called Baitiao.