After the morning meeting, I had no intention of doing business, carrying the warm card in my pocket, and I was going to see my godmother's situation.

Sister Hong drove the white Porsche Paramela and followed me slowly, the soft curve of the frog-like front face, the golden shield logo shining with dazzling brilliance, and the brown window of the cab slowly lowered, revealing the handsome and natural melon seed face, and said to me dryly: "Why are you still stunned, get in the car! ”

I lazily opened the passenger door and sat down in the comfortable maroon leather seat, where the fresh, natural aroma of the car was so intoxicating that I couldn't even put down the windowglass.

Come to the Lover's Cafe on Pub Street. The dark brown eaves and ceiling inside are simple and elegant, and the bright red roses on the exquisite dining table are even more romantic and poetic against the light of the candlesticks. Sister Hong subconsciously said to the waiter.

Drinking coffee here has become a habit for both of us to spend time. Sister Hong likes the peach-hearted milk flower cappuccino and doesn't like sugar. She knew I loved to drink chocolate. This kind of atmosphere is what we are particularly fond of, and the cozy and warm environment here can arouse the desire to talk to each other.

While twisting the milk flower with a delicate golden spoon, she said to me, "Wenwen, do you particularly envy my life?"

"Well, I'm very envious!" I nodded to her.

"Do you think I'm lucky to be born into this family?"

"Of course, your family background allows you to do whatever you want, what do you want?" she is a simple and natural person, I never hide it with her, I always have something to say, I will not compliment her because she has money and background, I feel that I am the most real in front of her. This kind of reality also makes her feel very comfortable, after all, there are too many people around her who are trending towards the flames and seeing the wind and rudder. There were a lot of compliments, and she was annoyed to listen to them, and no one would tell her the truth.

My honest words don't make her angry and don't make her feel hypocritical. On the contrary, she was very useful, and was willing to let me have anything to say.

What I said today would have been changed to a second woman who would have turned around and walked away, probably spilling coffee in my face. And Sister Hong won't be like this, she will dig out all her heartfelt words with me.

She said bluntly, mentioning her family, her mother, the untimely death of the past, how her father treated her and her mother, how she hated her father, why she didn't want to live like the rich second generation, why she liked to be in the third group, why she liked to be with me, why she didn't want to get married, what her ideal life was like.

I listened quietly, for a woman, listening to her pour out her inner anguish is the greatest love for her. Especially a straightforward and simple girl like her. Although she is a little older than me, she is much younger in her heart. In a word, it is described as "simple and cute, so simple that people have the desire to protect her".

Unconsciously, she said for a long, long time, especially when she talked about her mother's death, she couldn't help but burst into tears, she was very sad, crying that the light makeup on the beautiful melon seed face was washed into tears, and the place where she passed by revealed a pure and quiet plain skin, she cried so sadly, she poured out all the bitterness in her stomach.

I had to lend her shoulder and cry on my shoulder so she wouldn't feel too tired. By the way, I satisfied my thoughts, stroked her gentle hair, and comforted: "The past should always let it pass, a beautiful new life beckons to you, don't think so much." People can't be resurrected from death, how you should live your life in the future. Crying is a good thing, crying out can be vented. But we must not give up hope in life. I still seem to be attached to this nymphomaniac state of myself, and this sentence seems to be incompatible. Hey, what the hell is this talking about when I am patronizing people and stroking their gentle hair? She must have thought that I was coaxing her with the language of the book again.

Her tears wet my suit, and I couldn't be sad to persuade her! I'm still alive like this!

The waiters in front of the romantic café had been waiting for a long time, only to see them gently open the golden door and let the two noble guests into the hall. A muscular man walked in from the outside with a tall, beautiful model-like lady in his arms.

I recognized it at a glance, that model-like beauty was Sister Ying. The man next to her is calm and elegant, dressed simply but not simply, low-key and luxurious, this person is not small, and should be a pivotal figure. The waiter greeted them warmly with a smile on his face, and the man asked in a hoarse and calm voice, "Is the VIP room we packed ready?"

"It was prepared three days in advance, and it was cleaned up every day, and no one was allowed to enter except the cleaning. This hall belongs only to you!" the waiter served cautiously, for fear of losing this wealthy customer.

Sister Hong seemed to hear the man's voice. The tear-stained face looked at the door again, and glanced at the man and the tall woman in his arms. The tears that had not yet dried formed two stream-like torrents. It trickled down the sides of the melon seed face. She quickly got up and ran out the door.

The man seemed to recognize her, and shouted in a hoarse and high-pitched voice: "Xiaohong, don't go, come back! Dad has something to say to you!"

No matter how this hoarse and deep voice shouted, Sister Hong still ran out without looking back, got into her car, and through the glass window of the car, I saw her lying on the steering wheel crying non-stop.

At this time, my heart was also very confused, the incident happened suddenly, before I could reminisce, Sister Ying recognized me, I greeted her very unnaturally, before she introduced me to the man, I walked out of the café, got into Sister Hong's car, and Palamella walked through the bustling bar street like lightning, and walked away.

Sister Ying never expected that her good sister Xiaohong was Uncle Lei's biological daughter, she had heard Uncle Lei mention that he had a daughter, very willful, spoiled by himself, never thought that he would meet here today, and more coincidentally, this daughter turned out to be Xiaohong. Such a close good sister, but now she has become enemies. Think about it, it's not a taste in my heart. The world is really big, but sometimes it's so small and small, and the more you are afraid of something, the more you come.

It's rare that the company is not busy, Uncle Lei and Sister Ying made an appointment to have a cup of coffee in the quietest place in this bar street. I never thought that I met my own rude and willful daughter. The scene of hugging Xiaoying made her look at it again. How good is this, my daughter has an opinion about herself.

Since I was a child, I have been neglecting my daughter, busy with my career, ignoring this child, I have always felt very guilty, and I don't know how to make my daughter happy. Behind the scenes, he did a lot of homework, what did he charter an island and a city on his daughter's birthday, and even a star shopping mall. I want to win a smile from the beauty when I spend a lot of money, but I don't know that my daughter is more plain than Bao Xi's face, and I can't even do it to King Zhou You. The more this happened, the more Uncle Lei felt sorry for his daughter, and he repaid his daughter twice as much as his guilt for his wife and daughter. I hope that in my lifetime, I will always give my daughter the best.

Uncle Lei has been in the business and political worlds for so many years, and it can be said that he has never been afraid of anyone. The wind and waves are all on the ground, and there is nothing he can't do, but his daughter stumped him and made him feel that he didn't know what to do. Even though he racked his brains and hollowed out his mind, his daughter still had a great opinion of him, thinking that he had broken his daughter's heart again today. I don't feel that my heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, let alone a taste.