There were a lot of people outside the women's restroom, and the line had already stretched out the door.
Sang Zhi didn't plan to go to the toilet, she just wanted to wash her face. She went straight through the gap between the door and the person, walked to the sink, and turned on the faucet.
Suddenly I noticed that my eyes in the mirror were still red and the corners of my lips were straight. I didn't look like I had just scolded someone, but rather like I had been scolded by someone.
Sang Chi realized belatedly that she was embarrassed because she was so angry that she started crying while talking. She exhaled and took a tissue to wipe her face.
Thinking about the words she racked her brains to say until her mouth was dry yesterday, Duan Jiaxu's nonchalant attitude, and her own idiotic idea that Sang Yan was quite reasonable in the end.
The anger, which had just subsided a little, rose again.
Sang Chi threw the tissue into the trash can, walked out of the toilet, and returned to his seat with a stern face.
This is a table for four. Duan Jiaxu and Sang Yan sat on both sides, one sitting on the outside and the other sitting on the window side.
Sang Zhi looked at the seating arrangement and didn't want to sit with Sang Yan, so she could only push Duan Jiaxu and said stiffly, "You sit inside."
"Awesome," Sang Yan said at this time, "You are so old, and you can even say something like breaking up a friendship."
After Duan Jiaxu moved to a seat inside, Sang Chi sat down and pretended not to hear him. But thinking about it, she felt aggrieved and quickly said, "Then break up the relationship."
"What kind of relationship is that?" Sang Yan sneered, "Let me remind you that the Sang family has only one son for eighteen generations."
"" Sang Chi looked at him, "I'll tell my aunt later."
"Oh." Sang Yan changed his words, "One generation, one successor."
Duan Jiaxu was used to seeing the two quarreling, so he didn't think it was a big deal and watched with interest. Soon, he put the menu in front of Sang Chi and interrupted their quarrel. "Order first."
Sang Chi pursed her lips and began to look through the menu with anger.
Sang Yan, however, continued to add fuel to the fire, "We have only been together for a short time. If you keep turning your elbow outward, you will break it."
"Can you please be reasonable?" Sang Chi was immediately irritated and slammed the menu shut. "Next time I go home, I'll rush over to your place and beat up your girlfriend. What do you think?"
"These two can be the same," Sang Yan said, "white, eyes, wolf."
"How am I an ungrateful person? What's the difference?" Sang Chi argued with him, "It's wrong to hit people anyway. It's not a big deal that you can't reason with me."
"Be reasonable." Sang Yan stared at her for several seconds, then smiled. "Sorry, I don't like such a sissy solution."
""
"Besides, classmate." Sang Yan tapped his knuckles on the table and said slowly, "I'm fighting with my brother, what does it have to do with you?"
"Sang Chi immediately looked at Duan Jiaxu.
Duan Jiaxu sat crookedly on the chair, propping up his face with one hand, and looked at Sang Chi. He reached out and rubbed her head, saying with a smile, "Stop arguing with your brother."
Sang Zhi said stiffly, "He was the one who wanted to quarrel with me."
Duan Jiaxu: "I beat him too, so we're even."
Hearing this, Sang Chi looked in the direction of Sang Yan, but didn't see any wounds on his face. Comparing the two of them, Duan Jiaxu looked more miserable.
But it is also possible that Duan Jiaxu is more considerate when beating people, and does not hit them in the face, but only on the body.