Gao Ruohan studied this topic all the way, and had a great academic style, and said slowly: Yes, I don't think it's possible. But that's not the reality. To say, Bi Lin's kid is really lucky. It didn't take long for him to find a job here, and as soon as he got a job, he met a boss who treated him like this. Gee!

The butterfly burst out without thinking: Don't you think they are a little-

As soon as he said this, the butterfly stepped on the brakes and stopped the second half of the sentence, which can't be nonsense.

Gao Ruohan glanced at the butterfly, she understood many people, how could she not understand the meaning of the second half of the butterfly, and said with a wry smile: If you don't say it, I understand it too. It's just, hehe, I can't believe it.

The butterfly is ambiguously vague.

Gao Ruohan continued: You say, if that's the case, his mother shouldn't kill him?

The butterfly floated into the distance and said indifferently: This is not something you and I care about. I don't think there's anything strange about it, there's nothing bad about it. This monogamy is not a perfect model of marriage in today's view.

Gao Ruohan said: Unexpectedly, blame, your thinking is also quite avant-garde.

The butterfly stuck out her tongue and said: Life is short, and when you sing about wine, as long as you like it, do you care if he is male or female?

Gao Ruohan ate and laughed, and the two of them laughed in the carriage. But Bi Yuchen's car over there looked very dull.

Bi Lin quickly sent Meng Yue away, originally Meng Yue didn't want to go back so soon, and wanted to take care of his son here for a while.

Where is Bi Lin willing, although he can't say it clearly, under the pretext that he is going back to work, otherwise he will deduct his salary, and the deduction of his salary will affect the year-end bonus, how can he hear it, it seems that this is the case.

As soon as the mother of this world heard that it would delay her son's work, she immediately wanted to turn back. I was reluctant to book a ticket back.

Without restraints, he suddenly became free again, and on the way back to Huawu Ting, he sent a WeChat message to Chongju: I'm back.

Chong Jue saw WeChat, smiled comfortably, and thought: My Xiaolin is coming back. What should I prepare for him?

Not to mention how urgent Bi Lin was here, the bird rushed back to Huawu Apple Ting like a nest to see Chong Ling, who had been separated for a few days. Butterflies leave work early on this day.

Because the magazine that has just finished an issue is also a vacancy, all the editors take a breather, and those girls are bored in the office one by one, or rubbing the Internet, crooking their necks, staring at the computer, looking around.

Or huddle together in pairs, whisper something private, and giggle when it comes to can't help but laugh.

In the silent office, the laughter can sometimes be magically contagious, causing the girls at the table or next to them to stretch their necks and ask straight at the corns: What's wrong?

Then suddenly they became a bunch of people, and they began to gossip unscrupulously, and when it came to happy places, they trembled one by one.

They are so loud that even butterflies can shake a few words, nothing more than the most loyal old topics of girls, which can never be said enough.

As long as the boss Jin Yan doesn't come, everyone is still more free and casual. The editor-in-chief usually returns to work in the afternoon, and there are few people in the office in the morning.

Butterflies occasionally join in a piece of nonsense, but today she wasn't in the mood. She thought that there was a new bookstore nearby, and she always wanted to check it out, but she couldn't find a suitable opportunity. It's a good time now.

She cleaned up the table and quietly left. The bookstore is not big, but it is very delicate, and the dim light is very suitable for finding a corner to sit and read some books.

Sometimes, it doesn't necessarily mean that you need to really read something, but just holding a book you like and reading it in a casual way, and you feel full of fragrance.

Butterflies walk slowly along the rows of bookshelves, and there are stacks of books in the free space at their feet, piled up in various shapes, fan-shaped, round, as the owner of a bookstore usually has some ingenuity to deal with the piles of books and publications.

Butterfly picked one out, paid for it, and left.

Now she is more cautious about buying books, and she doesn't have so much time to read, so she doesn't want to buy them with a black heart and leave them in the bookcase for nothing.

After getting off the subway, she suddenly didn't want to go home, she wanted to go to the diving bird's residence to see, he had moved in for a while, every time he came, but she had never been there.

He didn't take the initiative to invite, so she naturally couldn't wipe this face, saying that she was going to his house. In this regard, she thinks she is still more reserved.

Although they have been getting along relatively closely for a while, the relationship between the two has soared rapidly, but the unhurried character of the diving bird, the butterfly also feels that it is very quiet and refreshing in this kind of relationship between mountains and rivers.

I often don't talk much, but I will be very tacit, and there is a sense of gentleness.

Today she wanted to see what kind of place he lived, and he always complained that the environment here was not as good as the place where he used to live, and there was a riverside park. There's nothing here.

Besides, after he went back, he left a message saying that his mother had surgery to take care of, and he should not be back so soon.

Thinking of this, I made up my mind, and my footsteps involuntarily walked there.

The diving bird had already given the address to the butterfly when he moved in, he didn't know, but the butterfly knew what it was about. Now when the butterfly wants to go and see it, this idea becomes very urgent.

She walked all the way, through a bustling street market, all kinds of shoe stores, clothing stores, and restaurants, crowded and crowded, attracting passers-by.

The handsome guys in the milk tea shop shouted hard: Today's new milk tea is 20% off. Half price for the second cup. I couldn't help the sweet and greasy fragrance, and the people who bought milk tea had already lined up in a long line.

Butterfly looked, she had been losing weight lately, and besides, she had never drunk this sweet tea, so she shook her head and passed.

In the past, there was a vegetable market, a little cluttered, and the vendors who were doing business still occupied the upper street, sloping in a row, and when there was no business, they would talk and laugh in their ears.

A vendor, when he saw the butterfly glancing at her vegetables, immediately became interested and said loudly: Little girl, the vegetables are going to be cut? Sold to you cheaply?

The butterfly couldn't help but step up its steps.

She rarely buys vegetables, and even if she buys, she only buys some vegetables and the like in a small shop at the door, she prefers tomatoes and bell peppers, both of which are usually necessary to buy, and the rest depends on what fresh vegetables are weighed.

When you go home, it's nothing more than blanching in the water, adding some sesame oil and you're done.