Min put away the bowls and chopsticks, "Master, go to the living room and rest."
Huang Dan was sure, the housekeeper was angry, he glanced at it, but said nothing.
The premise of asking someone to come home is to know where the person is and whether there is such a person. At present, Huang Dan does not know.
The class reunion was at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and it was only after 8 o'clock in the morning. The group chatted in the dark, about cosmetics, projects, real estate, stocks, luxury accessories, family, pets, children... everything.
I don't know who started first, throwing out the trivial matter of first love, and laughing at each other's silly time for who is crazy for whom in the gap between various emojis.
When Huang Dan opened the group, there was a boom in the group chat, and two women were talking about him unscrupulously, not caring about him as a client at all.
Those people changed the group business card to their real name, Huang Dan looked at it, only one or two of them were on the right number, and the others didn't know who was who.
Qian Meng: Young master's love letters can be sold by the pound. If I were him, I would put all the love letters in sacks and sell them after graduation. I could sell them for a cup of tea anyway.
Chen Yan: People who have never written a love letter do not know how difficult it is to write a love letter. Really, if there is a typo, you have to throw it away and rewrite it. After writing it, you will check it several times. It is much more serious than writing an essay, and you will be stupid read it out.
Qian Meng: No, no one did this in those days.
Chen Yan: I don’t think the young master has ever opened a love letter. It’s such a pitiful person who likes him. He is not as good-looking as he is, and his grades are not as good as his. It’s a small thing to get up the courage to confess to being rejected. , I might leave psychological trauma and feel inferior to my bones, but fortunately, I have my great treasure.
Qian Meng: Dabao? I still see him every day. I don't know who changed the face of Zhuangzi, Confucius, and Laozi to the young master. When he was in class, he looked at the back of his head on his stomach.
Chen Yan threw a poop emoji: I'm going, you're going to die, wait, see you in the afternoon!
There were a few people in the group who had deep feelings. They didn't laugh at Chen Yan. They recalled each other's dreams when they were young. In each punctuation mark, there was a smell of "the same people in the end of the world".
The man couldn't stand it any longer, and said sourly that there was something good about the young master. He cried every now and then. Isn't he just a little prettier and a little stronger in his studies? What's the big deal.
There are a few outstanding people who are called bosses. They say that in the afternoon, see where the young master is hanging out, where he lives, what kind of car he is in, and he clearly wants to take the opportunity to show his prestige, but there is no hatred, there must be hatred, someone he likes. Chasing behind the opponent's butt, but being treated as air, can you not complain
Class reunions are not held every year, and the young master is even more so, catching him is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he will never let it go easily, and he will not give up unless he gets drunk.
In the group, the emoticon package of "I don't speak, I will quietly watch you pretend to be bi" was swiped by the girls.
Wu Fang: Young master isn't spying on the video, right
This time the big guys are all the same, saying that it is impossible, don't worry.
Even if they were killed, they wouldn't believe that the parties were really spying.
Huang Dan took a sip of red wine and swiped his fingertips on the screen of his mobile phone. He had changed, and now he would watch this kind of nutritious group chat. It was a waste of time, but he still watched it.
The phone rang, and it was an unfamiliar number. The yellow ticket didn't answer, and only picked it up after the second ring, "Hello."
There was no sound there.
Huang Dan looked at the screen of his mobile phone, and it showed that he was on a call. He asked again, still in an emotionless voice, "Who are you looking for?"
A beep came into his ears, and the other party hung up.
Huang Dan didn't care, he just thought it was someone who answered wrong. He was used to clearing the call records, leaving the phone on the sofa, and he went to the study to find a book nest and looked through it in the corner.
Song Min looked at the phone on the sofa, but didn't touch it. He took a vacuum cleaner to clean it.
Huang Dan was looking at the book, when he heard a sudden noise, he immediately put down the book and walked out of the study, and saw the man cleaning up the glass fragments on the ground.
Song Min said, "The cup is broken, young master don't come here."
Huang Dan didn't leave, watching the man swept the debris into the dustpan one by one, strange, why do you think he is preoccupied? Didn't come back last night.
Song Min tidied up carefully, even moving the sofa, for fear that a small piece of it would not be found.
Huang Dan's cell phone rang again. It was a colleague in the office. He went to the study and discussed the revision of the drawings with the other side as he walked.
After eating, Huang Dan took a half-hour nap. He checked the time, washed his face and was ready to go.
Since I came back last night, Huang Dan still