After answering the phone, the butterfly was also indescribably depressed, why did she unconsciously set herself up, and then got into it by herself. The thought of having to eat with that cold face makes me feel like I don't have any appetite at all. Push the takeout to the side, and I don't want to eat it.

Butterflies were a little distracted all day on Saturday, always thinking about their evening dates, thinking that they were so stupid, that they were at home watching movies and listening to music on a beautiful day, but they still had to eat face-to-face with a man they didn't like.

She can never forget that during that interview, Zhuang Yousheng looked at her eyes with so contempt, disdain, and even a kind of contempt. It hurts her a lot.

No man had ever ignored her so and treated her so coldly. While it is true that he took care of her when she was sick, that doesn't mean that her feelings for him have changed.

To tell the truth, even if he took care of her like this, it was a cold care, most of the time he stayed alone at the window, or sat there, and the two of them were silent to each other.

The butterfly looked at the ceiling, counting how many small pitted holes there were, while he stared blankly at the dripping bottle.

She wanted to open her mouth a few times to tell him to go home, and she could go back alone, but she still forgot it, and saying it was tantamount to saying it in vain, it was difficult for you to influence his thoughts with this kind of man.

Butterfly felt that night was a long, the longest night of her life.

The butterfly sat on the futon, basking in the sun, lazy, and a little sleepy, so she made herself a pot of tea.

I've been taking cold medicine a while ago, and I can't drink tea, and now, I really feel that I need a pot of boiling tea to be able to talk about the long-suppressed tea addiction.

She looked at the teacup and remembered that Zhuang Yousheng had sat here and drank tea that night.

When she was tidying up her room after he had left that morning, she saw a futon move to the balcony door, where the cup and teapot had been moved.

He must have sat there at night, looking out and sipping tea. It's very enjoyable.

The teacup he had used had been sitting on the side after she had washed it.

It was one of her favorite teacups, jade, and it looked crystal clear. I didn't expect him to even say hello, so casually using the cup she was used to.

Butterfly thought, it could be regarded as his eye poison, this cup was the most expensive of all her tea sets.

But since he has used it, he must not use it again. So she kept resting on the side, every time she saw it, she felt a little pain and a little helplessness. There is no second one left in the house for this teacup.

She took another small cup of purple sand from the tea box and poured herself a cup of tea.

All afternoon, I was in a trance, sometimes teasing the fish in the fish tank, sometimes looking out the window and being stunned, and even the sound of the mobile phone seemed to be in a dream.

Suddenly woke up, it turned out to be Zhuang Yousheng's phone, he said: "I'm downstairs, you can come down." ”

The butterfly was in a hurry, she didn't know what she was doing this afternoon, she was in a daze and sleepy, not to mention that her face was not washed, and she didn't even change her clothes. Everyone is already downstairs.

Hurriedly jumped up, leaned under the faucet, and washed his face directly with cold water.

Wow, this is sober, it's cool, but it's refreshing.

Then he wiped his face in the mirror, and then rushed to the room, fortunately, he had already figured out which one to wear today, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one clothes, and tied up his long hair casually with a headband. Fortunately, the hair is really easy to manage. As soon as I grabbed my bag, I went out of the house.

Zhuang Yousheng was in the car, and when he saw her hurriedly going downstairs, he almost didn't even see the steps clearly, and almost fell directly into his car. I can't help but laugh inwardly.

Butterfly looked at Zhuang Yousheng, gasped and said, "I didn't let you wait long, did I?" ”

Zhuang Yousheng had an unfathomable look on his face and said, "Get in the car." ”

Butterfly may not be able to stand it the most, but since he is inviting people to dinner, he has to show enough sincerity, so Butterfly pressed his mind and got into the car generously.

Today's car is obviously not the one I drove last time, it looks really magnificent, and it must be unpleasant.

Butterfly doesn't know much about cars, she knows that she likes to take JJ's car very much, his jeep is spacious and comfortable, and Aunt Xiaogao's car is too aggrieved, and her legs are uncomfortable after sitting for a long time.

The brand-new black car in front of me is very large, and the cabin is quite similar to JJ's car.

The butterfly praised it with or without a ride: "This car is good." ”

Zhuang Yousheng looked at her and said, "Oh." ”

"New? It must be expensive, right? Butterfly said casually, which can be regarded as a posture of having nothing to say.

"Yes, it's just fuel."

Butterfly thought to herself, do you still buy it for oil? But men are almost all car addicts. In the eyes of many men, the car is his best lover.

One throttle, indulge on the road, all seven emotions and six desires are in it. And the depth is grasped by yourself, and the pleasure is enjoyed by yourself, ho, how hearty!

In the past, Fan Fan was also obsessed with motorcycles all day long, and his father also liked cars, but he couldn't drive, so sitting in Aunt Xiaogao's car was not honest.

JJ is a car enthusiast and always discusses various cars with Butterfly.

God knows, butterflies are car blind, can only echo the promise, afraid that a mouth will appear to be ignorant of nothing, sometimes do not speak so that people can't figure you out, but seem to be hidden.

Butterflies seem to be silent and profound about things they are not familiar with, but they are actually shallow and ignorant.

"Where are we going to eat? You don't have to be polite for me. Butterfly said proudly.

Zhuang Yousheng looked at her silently, and then said slowly: "Go to my brother's house." ”

The butterfly almost jumped.

But the car was already on the road, and he locked the door, otherwise the butterfly would have wanted to jump out of the door.

What's going on? Where is it not good to eat, do you want to go to his brother's house? Everyone doesn't know each other, and the most annoying thing about butterflies in their lives is going to other people's houses for dinner.

When she was with Fan Fan before, she was reluctant to go to his parents' house for dinner.

Once during the Chinese New Year, my father went to his hometown with Aunt Xiao Gao, and the butterfly spent the New Year with Fan Fan.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Fan Fan had been doing butterfly ideological work because his parents let them go to the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and wanted to drag her along, knowing that his parents also wanted to meet this future daughter-in-law.

Butterfly and he fought all day, Fan Fan used all kinds of brains, and even lay on her, constantly begging, saying that just this time, he would never make his own decisions in the future, and this time he would give him a face, otherwise he would not be able to explain in front of his parents.

He and the butterfly lingered in bed for a long time, but the butterfly couldn't resist it, so he agreed. That day, Butterfly knew that Fan Fan was happy like a child.

His parents also watched their son's thoughts coldly, although they were a little helpless, but the old couple who were bold and generous by nature were also attentive to this prospective daughter-in-law who had not yet passed the door.

No matter how you say it, after all, it's what the son likes, and the parents can't do anything about it.