"I've rarely been so serious. ”

Michael held a cigarette in one hand on the windowsill and the other on his waist, imagining that he wore an officer's uniform during the day, and he really had the taste of a military commander in the last century.

He has blonde hair, is obviously a German, speaks in a tone that can be switched freely, and has a rich French accent. Song Weiwei is quite convinced of him, his acting skills are there, and the roles in each play seem to be tailor-made for him.

Maybe there is such a group of people in life, they are lonely and self-appreciative, holding themselves high, and never rare to have fun with the people, in fact, after a long time, these people will slowly be assimilated by others, stuck in an embarrassing dilemma.

On the one hand, they want to keep themselves in a cold posture at all times, and on the other hand, they are easily attracted to new things.

Michael is like this, Song Weiwei doesn't want to take what he said seriously, this is a gamble, and there is a great possibility of losing, she didn't dare to plant it a second time if she planted it once.

As the old saying goes, rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest, and James' friends can't touch it.

"I can see that you are listening carefully," Song Weiwei said.

Michael narrowed his eyes and waited for the following.

"I'm really glad that you can always come to accompany me, eat, smoke, and be in a daze......" Song spread his palms slightly: "But to be honest, I'm still a little upset." ”

"It's my own personal problem, and it's none of your business. Song looked up at Michael slightly and took a deep puff of his cigarette.

"Maybe I can't let go of him, I'm afraid I won't be able to accept others for a while. ”

"We're not quite a good fit, Michael. Song hesitated slightly, and obviously paused when he said this.

Michael choked for a moment, calmly brushed his hair back, and then twisted the cigarette butt in his hand on the windowsill.

The reality is always like this, give him a sweet date first, and then shake it hard.

"No, that's what you think. Michael smiled, "I haven't finished mine yet." ”

Song snorted slightly: "Then you can say it." ”

"We don't have to be lovers from the beginning, and while it doesn't matter to me, I want to give you a name. Michael thought of something and quickly looked away: "I don't want to be wronged when you and James are together." ”

"So before the relationship was established, we were friends. Michael said.

Song sighed slightly: "You know, if one of the friends confesses, it means taking a big risk, but be cautious." ”

When things are at the worst they will mend.

When Michael said this, she had let go of her previous tough and domineering tone, at least she would not lose Song Weiwei now, she was soft-hearted and would not reject him directly.

"Hey, let's change the subject, my English is not good enough. Song Weiwei said: "I need an English teacher to make up for the class." ”

"What did you do when you went to school?" said Michael with a smile, "You Chinese are very interested in learning." ”

"Not exactly, but it's true that we're very smart. Song Weiwei hinted at him with his eyes: "As soon as you learn, do you believe it or not?"

"Don't mess around, Ms. Song. Michael almost rolled his eyes out, and he grabbed the coat he had thrown on the bed and prepared to leave.

"It's true!" she chased.

Michael turned to her, "How?" he pondered, "or I'll give you a question, and I'll be your free English teacher." ”

"What's the question?" this time Song rolled his eyes slightly.

Michael held Song Weiwei's hand, wrote a string of strange characters on her palm, and before he could forget to turn around and go back to the room, he hurriedly found a piece of paper to draw it.

Seeing her panicked, Michael curled the corners of his mouth and left the room.

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What does this strange pattern mean?

It's like a few fish with eyes, but they don't know what they mean. Song Weiwei took it out to draw and study when she was free on the set, and then Michael told her that she couldn't ask for help from outside, but she had no choice, so she had to take a photo and put it on the Internet to search for answers.

Several netizens geared up and first expressed their opinions on these symbols, but none of them were involved, and even Song Weiwei, who didn't know how to do it, felt unreasonable.

In the afternoon, when the mobile phone rang, Song Weiwei opened the mailbox and received a string of grid passwords from strangers, and compared them with the corresponding password tables, so as to see the meaning of these patterns.

I WANT TO KISS YOU.

Song blushed slightly, turned off his mobile phone and put it in his pocket.

"Hey, Weiwei, huh?" was Steven, who had asked himself to sort out his manuscript yesterday, and the boy greeted her very kindly, with a few lively little freckles on her apple muscles.

"Sorry to bother, yesterday I showed the manuscript to my boss, he likes your writing very much, and wants to see your other works, if it's convenient, leave an email and send it to me, can you read it?" Steven told her.

"Really?!" Song Weiwei repeated, "Are you sure your boss appreciates me?" she still couldn't believe it.

“... Of course, he definitely complimented you. Steven was a little puzzled: "Why are you so unconfident in yourself, or is the company suppressing you?"

"I don't think I made you show your face. Steven looked at Kim and said.