"Ding--"
A WeChat came in.
[1]: There is a new bar on Ya'an Road. Go to hang out at night
"What expression?" Wen Zhixu came out of the kitchen, holding a plate of Coca-Cola chicken wings in his hand, he glanced at Wen Xunchuan, this man seemed to be in hysteria, staring at the phone screen, his expression was a bit unnatural .
Wen Zhixu put the plate on the dining table, wiped his hands on the apron, and asked casually, "What's the matter?"
Hearing the voice, Wen Xunchuan shook his head pretentiously, quickly turned the lock screen of the phone upside down on the table, shrugged and said, "It's okay, just harassing text messages."
He took a bite of a chicken wing, gave Wen Zhixu a thumbs up, and praised: "The chef's skills."
"It's home-cooked food, let's make do with it." Wen Zhixu smiled, picked up a chicken wing, peeled and deboned it, and fed the fresh and tender chicken inside to Bian Mu who was lying beside the dining table.
"It's pretty good. I haven't eaten home-cooked food for a long time." Wen Xunchuan picked up another piece of ribs and said with a smile, "I live on takeaway every day. Now I feel like throwing up when it's time to eat. It's almost a conditioned reflex. .”
Wen Zhixu was a little surprised: "Didn't you go home yesterday?"
"Yeah," Wen Xunchuan sighed, "I just picked up the chopsticks, and the table was overturned."
"... let you go on a blind date again?"
"Don't talk about it, it's annoying." Wen Xunchuan waved his hands, lowered his head and concentrated on eating the ribs.
Bian Mu at the side finished eating the chicken, and wagged his tail and came up to rub his legs to be good. Wen Xunchuan patted it on the head angrily: "Go find your own father."
Wen Zhixu shook his head helplessly, got up and opened a can of dog food and put it in front of it.
He Linzhou had just finished taking a shower, came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, picked up his phone and glanced at it, the message he just sent was still lying in the dialog box, Wen Xunchuan didn't reply.
He sent another question mark, and this time the reply came very quickly - a red exclamation mark, plus a cold sentence:
[The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party. ]
He Linzhou has lived for more than twenty years, and he has never been rejected like this before. He tore off the towel from his head, and cursed in his heart with a dark face: Damn, playing hard to get and playing hard
Even though Wen Xunchuan's face really suits his taste, He Linzhou is unavoidably annoyed that his heart is so uncertain.
He Linzhou has never been short of money, bed partner, or suitors. The only thing he lacks is patience -- no matter how good-looking his face is, it doesn't look the same after a long time.
Isn't Wen Xunchuan just relying on his face to play tricks? Grandpa doesn't serve you anymore!
He moved his fingers impatiently and clicked on the screen a few times:
[Are you sure you want to delete the contact "Chuan" and also delete the chat history with this friend? ]
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Wen Xunchuan was about to open the door when the mobile phone in his pocket rang suddenly. He opened the door while answering the phone, let go of the leash in his hand, patted the head of Bian Mu, who was squatting obediently by his feet, and said, "I'm home baby."
He took Chunmei into the door and closed the door with his backhand. The other end of the phone remained silent. Wen Xunchuan waited for two seconds with a good temper, and didn't even hear a gasp from the other side. He asked, "Hello." ?Which one?"
"...Baby?" The other person finally spoke, his voice sounded a little uncomfortable, "Didn't you say you never bring anyone home?"
The slightly questioning tone of the other party made Wen Xunchuan uncomfortable. He didn't answer, but asked impatiently, "Why do you have my phone number?"
"Is it difficult to know your phone number?" He Linzhou seemed a little annoyed, "Aren't you... Forget it, hang up."
Before Wen Xunchuan could speak, the phone had already hung up.
Wen Xunchuan inexplicably glanced at the interface where the call ended, put the phone back into his pocket, and then devoted himself to the low-level fun of petting the dog, "Baby, come here and let the godfather suck it!"
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[Are you sure you want to delete the contact "Chuan" and also delete the chat history with this friend? ]
Seeing the deletion prompt that popped up again on the screen, He Linzhou clicked [OK] without hesitation.
After deleting the WeChat friends, I deleted the mobile phone number that I had to get there after a few laps and had been stored in the mobile phone for less than two minutes.
Feeling full of anger and having nowhere to vent, he threw his phone on the bed, opened the closet to find a set of clothes, and came out to go to the newly opened bar on Ya'an Road, but when he changed his clothes and stood in front of the mirror, he couldn't see it. I suddenly lost the mood to go out.
fuck it.
Men are big ass/eyes.