That night, Lan Shan returned home, and unfortunately found out that her period really came...
She thought to herself, is it true that, as Qiao Feng said, the real reason for her tantrum was this relative's visit? It seems that science is more magical than magic.
The next day, when Lan Shan and Qiao Feng had dinner together, blood-enriching red dates and peanut porridge appeared on the dinner table.
Of course, it is impossible for Lanshan to share the private affairs of women with men. The reason why Qiao Feng does this is entirely because he believes in and insists on his own judgment. Lanshan found that Qiao Feng seemed to be very talkative, but in fact he had an unusual stubbornness towards certain things. As long as he insisted on it, the nine cows would not be able to pull it back. If you dare to obstruct it, he will keep smashing, smashing, smashing thoughts in your ears... until it annoys you to death.
So now Lanshan didn't plan to argue with him. She sat down and enjoyed the red dates and peanut porridge with peace of mind.
"How is it?" Qiao Feng looked at her expectantly, "I'm cooking this for the first time."
The blue shirt nodded, "It's delicious!" It was fragrant, sweet, soft, waxy, rotten, and the temperature was just right. It slid down the esophagus into the stomach, baking the whole abdomen warm and very comfortable. Doing so well the first time I did it, I deserve to be a little genius. After taking a few mouthfuls, Lan Shan couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue and quickly licked his upper lip. When she looked up, she found Qiao Feng had been looking at him with bright eyes.
The blue shirt pointed to Qiao Feng's dinner plate, "Eat, are you stupid?"
"Oh." Qiao Feng recovered, lowered his head and started eating.
Lanshan wanted to tease him again, so he asked, "Hey, you said I'm like this, isn't it a pretty good meal?"
Qiao Feng immersed himself in eating and did not answer.
Lanshan felt bored and was about to eat, when he lowered his head and found an unknown object broke into the restaurant. The thing was black and white, with a white tail, moving very fast, and it was almost at the feet of the blue shirt.
The blue shirt raised his foot in fright, "Ah, what is this!"
Qiao Feng comforted her calmly, "Don't be afraid, that's Schrodinger."
When did Schrodinger look like this? Lanshan looked intently at her strangely, just as Schrödinger also looked up at her. Then she saw a panda face...
It turned out that Schrodinger was wearing a panda suit. At this moment, most of his fat face was covered by a panda-shaped hat. When it looked up, its eyes were blocked by the brim of the hat, and it couldn't see anything at all.
So it lowered its head again and screamed dissatisfiedly.
Lanshan was a little speechless, "Why do you dress a cat as a panda?"
"I think you will like it."
Lanshan seemed to understand Qiao Feng's thoughts. He should be worried that she is still in a bad mood, so he used this cryptic way to make her happy.
If you have a girlfriend like this, how can your husband ask for it? Lanshan was eating red jujube porridge and looked at the red panda, feeling moved. She said to Qiao Feng, "Xiao Fengfeng, I think in the near future you will be able to surpass Little Rape's position in my mind."
Qiao Feng silently gave the blue shirt an evaluation in his heart: valuing color and despising friends.
Having said this, Lan Shan suddenly thought of a long-standing doubt, she tentatively asked, "Qiao Feng, are you in a good relationship with your brother?"
"Oh, that's alright."
"Then why doesn't he come to you... for fun?"
Qiao Feng raised his head and glanced at her, as if he felt that she was asking this question inexplicably. But he answered, "He comes every week, but you just happen to be away."
It turned out to be so, I get it. Although this answer created new doubts in the blue shirt, these doubts are not suitable for asking, at least not suitable for now.
***
After thinking about it, Lanshan decided not to buy clothes for Song Zicheng. It’s inappropriate for a female subordinate to buy clothes for a male boss.
She bought him a tall ashtray made of black alloy with several circles of diamonds on the edges—of course it was fake diamonds. The entire ashtray is like a small shiny plate, Lan Shan thought trivially, even if you don't smoke, it would be pretty good to grow garlic.
Because Song Zicheng didn't go to the 4S shop these days, Lanshan had to ask him out for a meal, and then she gave him the ashtray.
Song Zicheng was very happy. This was the first time Lanshan gave him something. It doesn't matter what you give, he likes it all.
After dinner, the two walked out of the restaurant together. The lights were dazzling outside, the streets were crowded, and the blue shirt was touching his belly and looking at the sky. No matter how sunny the weather in the city is, people and the sky always seem to be separated by a thick layer of fog. You will never see the starry sky in the city, there are at most three or two kittens.
This season, at night in her hometown, she can already see the brilliant galaxy. The sky is like a roof, covering the earth, and the stars in the sky are like diamonds sinking into the deep sea, bright and dazzling. If people have troubles and lie on the ground and look at the sky, all their sorrows will be sucked away by the vast universe.
Lanshan was a little melancholy, and he didn't know if he missed the stars or his hometown.
Song Zicheng asked suddenly, "Want to see the stars?"
Lanshan was surprised, "How do you know?"
How does he know? Girls look up at the sky, most of them want to see the stars, is it possible that they want to see the plane? Song Zicheng hooked up the corner of his mouth, and the soft light in his eyes under the night light faded away from the usual coldness.
Lanshan looked into his eyes and thought, this pair of tricks are like stars.
Song Zicheng said, "If you don't see the stars here, if you want to see, we can go to Miyun."
He said a word, "we", and it seemed to draw the relationship between the two in an instant. But Song Zicheng knew that this woman was very defensive. Beautiful women’s defenses tend to go to extremes, either they are riddled with holes and a man can sleep in her bed; or they are at the level of a nuclear power plant. The blue shirt obviously belongs to the latter. Song Zicheng knew that she couldn't easily accompany him to the wilderness just to "see the stars", so he quickly said again, "But today's weather is not so good."
Lanshan nodded and thought, I can trick Xiao Fengfeng into seeing the stars in Miyun in the future.
***
The next day, Song Zicheng placed the ashtray that Blue Shirt gave him in his office. As a rich second generation, he is not idle. But now he is not working in the family company, instead he went out and started a company to do venture capital. The new company was very impressive when it started, but no one seemed to care whether it made money or not-anyway, he would come back and inherit the family business.
The real idler is the jar. Due to the limitation of IQ, this person is often less successful than failure. His family's only hope for him is to avoid trouble.
Jar often goes in and out of Song Zicheng's office. Today he saw a brand new ashtray in Cheng's office. It wasn't that his observation ability was so subtle, but that the ashtray really didn't conform to Brother Cheng's aesthetics. There are three large circles of diamonds on the side. When did Brother Cheng like this kind of twinkling thing
The jar threw the clean ashtray into the air, and then caught it firmly. Repeatedly.
Song Zicheng was working on the file, and when he looked up and saw him playing like this, he said angrily, "Let it down!"
The jar was startled, but he missed it, and the ashtray fell and slammed heavily on his foot.
"Oh, hey, it hurts me so much! My toe fell off!" He hugged his feet against the sofa and wailed.
Song Zicheng didn't care whether the jar's toe fell off, he only cared whether the ashtray was broken. Jar saw that Brother Cheng looked at the ashtray like a little lover, but he didn't understand, "Brother Cheng, who gave you this to you?"
Song Zicheng did not answer.
Jar asked, "Isn't it the beautiful blue lady?" Seeing that Brother Cheng was silent, he patted his thigh, "Really! Brother Cheng, is there a way?"
"Shut up," Song Zicheng said, putting the ashtray back on the coffee table, then tilting the jar, "Don't touch it in the future."
The jar nodded like pounding garlic.
After Song Zicheng came out, Tanzi was very happy, and he had a new reason for the goddess to come out to eat.
How about men are cheap, knowing that Su Luo doesn't like him, and when he rarely gives him a good color, it is all related to Song Zicheng. But there is no way, the jar just likes, just like this, just wants to get close to her.
So Tanzi made an appointment with Su Luo for dinner, and then expanded the incident of "Blue shirt to Cheng Ge's ashtray" into an audio story of no less than 20 minutes and told Su Luo to listen to it.
Su Luo's face was very bad.
Jar asked, "Luoluo, what do you think she meant by giving Brother Cheng an ashtray?"
Su Luo snorted coldly, "Of course I hope Song Zicheng can think of her when he smokes, this woman is clever."
The jar suddenly slapped his head, "It turns out that it means that, women's minds are troublesome. But I think Brother Cheng and her... well, they are willing to fight and suffer..." As he said, he saw Su Luo's face gradually. Dim, his voice became smaller and smaller.
Juzi plucked up the courage and asked, "Luoluo, there are so many good men in the world, why are you hanging here with Brother Cheng..."
Su Luo didn't say a word, her eyes were red, as if she was about to cry.
The jar looked so distressed.
Men like infatuated women, even if this woman's heart is on other men. The more obsessed she is, the more unable to extricate herself.
After eating, Su Luo drove home by himself. When she was just sitting in the car, she posted a Weibo:
I knew it was such a stumbling block, so how could I not know each other
When I got home, this Weibo had been forwarded and replied a lot. There is a comment. The profile picture of the message ID is a big-faced cat, and the name of the note is only one word: "He".
He said: Please work hard to restore your ex-boyfriend, you will be able to do it, come on! [Make a fist] [make a fist] [make a fist]
Su Luo lowered her head and smiled softly and passionately. She swiped her finger and replied: I take it seriously! [Smile]