Chapter 50: I Can't Bear to Say You're Anything Bad.
Early in the morning, the morning breeze poured in through the window, carrying a stream of salty moisture, and it was raining.
Murmuring, bead-like curtains. Lined with the dark blue curtain of the hanging frozen clouds, it seems to have been stained with ink. Yizhen curled up on the sofa holding a book and reading, and the heating in the house was rising. Someone went to the gym early in the morning and ignored her with a black face.
The TV in the cottage collects new releases of films, which can be watched at any time of the day, and the corresponding amount is deducted from the charge for each movie when it is remitted to the account. As the weather puts the passengers' itinerary on hold, the captain will organize a party in the lobby in the evening and an exhibition of paintings at noon. In addition, the ferry side also provided free desserts and afternoon tea to the residents of each room, and the cleaning work on the deck was quite in place, with tables, chairs and a canopy of the vault to protect from the rain.
Most of the female passengers on board sit under the canopy and chat, and small snacks such as mousse cakes, dried bananas, onion rings and popcorn are placed on the table. The rich aroma of cocoa wafted from the kitchen, lingering in the cold and humid air, mingling with the heat rising from the corners of the women's lips.
"I didn't believe it before, but there were really people on vacation on cruise ships......"
"This cocoa is the same as the old butler I cooked in my Celtic apartment in England. The "cup and spoon" jingle " is the voice of the "hen".
"I've heard that 40% of men in Britain have to face their baldness. "This time it's a Danish-speaking girl, with a bit of sarcasm. The husband of the "hen" happened to be an Englishman.
"In fact, the rate of baldness among British men is only the fifth highest in the world, not even higher than that of Germany and France. The reason why the image of a bald man in the UK is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people is entirely due to the British male stars. β
"Meaningβ" The voice paused, "All handsome Englishmen are bald?"
"Oops, I said......"
Someone diverted the topic and there was a clucking of cards. Yizhen rolled over, this was the first time she had left the bed in her pajamas, because she was not feeling well. Curled up on the couch in a daze and squinting, the rain seemed to be heavier, interspersed with rumbling thunder.
Erin knocked on the door outside: "Everyone has arrived, why don't you come out and sit for a while?"
"No need. Skip the door and add: "Leave me alone." β
At noon, the waiter came to deliver food, but she didn't bother to open the door, and after she left, she continued to sleep on the sofa, and her lower abdomen was even more colic.
"You're not feeling well?" Ember pushed open the door, having just returned from the gym to meet the old lady and say that she hadn't eaten at noon.
"I think I have a cold. Yizhen squeezed this sentence out between his teeth, and soon he understood.
"Retribution. "What are you doing to curse me on it?" dig a fuel pit in a hole in space and blow yourself up with the long-lasting power of the nuclear reactor?"
"I didn't say you were an adsorbent man. β
He raised an eyebrow: "What characteristics?"
"There is a false appearance, eight sides of exquisite heart, strong combat effectiveness, seductive force report, a wide range of dabbling will also create low-cost romance, children and grandchildren are endless, and it is not easy to be struck by lightning. This stalk comes from Wan Chao's professional subject "Air Pollution Control Engineering" in the six necessary conditions for adsorbents.
"That's what you have to say. Ember put on her coat and sat next to her, probing her forehead with her tentacles to make sure she didn't have a fever, so she eased up a little: "What do you want to eat?"
"I don't want to eat it. β
"No, it doesn't. β
"There's no one in the kitchen now, it's all a little bit over. Yizhen held the pillow in front of his chest, and when the young master saw the action, he was happy: "Otherwise, I'll take out the internal parts for you?"
His face changed, and he shrank back, his eyes full of resistance: "You saw it......"
"You're so strict, who can see it. β
She buried her face in the pillow, but fortunately, this master rarely caught her teasing, and whistled and went out. Yizhen ran back to the bedroom with a cigarette and quickly put on his underwear.
The kitchen doors were locked, but the young master came prepared for the night, and pry the door without saying a word. I reached into the refrigerator and rummaged through it, and simmered a bowl of steaming eight-treasure rice.
I was really raised by my grandmother, and I like to eat this soft and glutinous thing, and I eat like a little squirrel. Nightshade watched quietly, and was very happy.
The return to China is scheduled for tomorrow, and the next day I really wrapped myself tightly, and when I got off the plane, it happened to be raining in China.
"Look at you like this, just like the little daughter-in-law who is bound in feudal society. Night Ember glanced at Yizhen, squatted down exaggeratedly, and patted his shoulder: "Get on the horse!"
She hooked his neck and whispered, "Young Master, you are so good." β
"Okay, you're still speaking ill of me. β
Yizhen pouted: "That...... I'm sure you can speak ill of me too!"
He paused and turned around: "Then Nacheng, I can't bear to say that you are not good at all." β
The company's affairs can't be delayed any longer, and he really wants to go back to the company with Ye Ash, but he refused, asking her to take care of her at home and rest for a few days.
Ye Ember took out his mobile phone and was about to call the driver, but Yizhen stopped him: "No need, Liang Xi will send me." β
As a result, Liang Xi came with a gloomy face, and Yizhen didn't dare to ask, so she didn't speak until she spoke, it turned out that she had quarreled with Xue Zimo.
"You don't know how excessive he is!" Liang Xi angrily smashed the steering wheel, and a rough anger burst out from between his teeth: "That night, he drank a lot of hair, came back and hugged the table and asked me to open red wine for him, and when he opened red wine, he actually hooked my shoulders and said, 'Little flat chest, take off your clothes, let's drink bare-chested, let's only talk about brothers, don't talk about feelings!!"
"Hahahahaha!"
"If you laugh again, get out of the car!" Liang Xi glanced at Yizhen angrily: "What do you mean by him?
Yizhen suddenly felt that it was still a good night ember, it was nothing more than machismo, but our gender was clear, and in the end it made a male and female, no wonder Liang Xi was angry.
Yizhen held back his laughter, and Liang Xi forcibly took Yizhen back to his apartment, saying that he wouldn't let her go.
"Aren't you afraid that my young master will come over and ask you for someone?" Yizhen nested in the sofa, thinking that he should go to see the bean sprouts tomorrow, and send some cat food and canned food to the bean sprouts by the way.
"If you want someone to do it, let Xue Zimo come to see him. Contrary to Yizhen, after falling in love, Liang Xi's IQ has improved by leaps and bounds.
Really. At about nine o'clock, the phone call from the young master of the night came: "Liang Xi, what do you mean?
Liang Xi snorted coldly: "You go and ask Xue Zimo." β
Yizhen hurriedly took the phone: "I haven't seen each other for a long time, I won't go back today, you can do it yourself." β
Night Ember laughed at the other end: "Yo, the little girl's scalp is itchy, dare not return at night?"
"Isn't this because you're busy, so I don't bother you to take care of me. Yizhen looked at Liang Xi's gloomy face, struggling to survive in the two mountains.