Butterfly sighed and looked left and right, it was work time at this time, and the corridor was very clean. And he said, "Yes, you are well informed." said that it couldn't be done, so they broke up.

Zhuang Yousheng's eyes were like torches, staring at the butterfly for a long time, and then said: Do you have any plans?

The butterfly also stared at the elevator with straight eyes, and said: No plan, it can be regarded as a plan.

Then he said: How could Lin Motian know?

Zhuang Yousheng groaned for a while and said: He said that Jin Yan himself came to talk to him.

That's right, she has a lot of friendship with Lin Motian, and she naturally has to inform Lin Motian about such an important matter.

The butterfly said: What did Lin Motian say about this?

The elevator came, and the two got on the elevator one after the other.

Zhuang Yousheng said shallowly: He said that when the judgment continues, he will suffer from the chaos. If one is rotten, it will be rotten in one hand, and don't rot again.

Ahem, there is really the tragic feeling of a strong man breaking his wrist.

The butterfly was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Zhuang Yousheng suddenly said: Why don't you answer your mobile phone? It seems that I can't get in all the time?

Butterfly smiled embarrassedly and said: Oh, I'm going to change my phone, this phone, cough cough, there are too many harassing calls.

Zhuang Yousheng frowned, as if he didn't understand: Which mobile phone didn't have a harassing call? Just change the number for this? So how will people look for you in the future?

Butterfly thought to herself: This is what I am hiding, none of you should look for me, this is the best.

Of course, he said quietly on his face: Well, I know this too. But it's okay, I'll let my friends know one by one. It's okay.

Zhuang Yousheng said thoughtfully: What is your new number?

Butterfly was stunned for a moment, feeling that it was a little unreasonable not to say it, and felt that it was unspeakable. She hesitated when the elevator was already downstairs. Zhuang Yousheng said: Let's have a meal together at noon, anyway, you have already gotten off work, and I happen to have no classes at school today.

The butterfly had no choice but to respond: Okay, let's have a meal together. I'll ask you!

Zhuang Yousheng said: Don't be polite to me. Please, next time.

Butterfly suddenly felt that she had inexplicably set herself up again, so she had to say: Okay.

Zhuang Yousheng pulled the butterfly that was about to leave, and said: Then we have to take the elevator down to the garage, and my car is in the garage. I've taken you somewhere and I've always wanted to take you to taste it.

To say that this meal is the most tragic experience of butterflies.

The restaurant is good, a good restaurant, the dishes are also good, everything is very exquisite, but it is not with the appetite of butterflies.

Butterflies have a strange appetite these days.

It's not strange, it's just that there seems to be less and less food that can suit her appetite, and all meat and fish can't appear in front of her eyes, and she will be sick to her stomach when she smells it, or even when she sees it.

Butterfly didn't realize that the gaffe had reached such a serious level.

I usually cook by myself on weekdays, and I usually pick out something I want to eat, so I don't care so much.

Today, Zhuang Yousheng's dish is actually very light, and he knows that a girl like a butterfly may avoid many things, and he asked the butterfly very intentionally before ordering: What is not to eat.

Butterflies sat in the sun, looking very comfortable, looking around at the restaurant, because they were on the top of the clouds, and the window could overlook the entire magic capital. This kind of tall restaurant, the butterfly is the first time to visit.

She tilted her head, looked innocent, and said casually: whatever.

Girls usually use casualness as a reserved answer.

Men usually just order casually. Of course, if you are really casual, the other person will soon be unhappy.

Zhuang Yousheng invited butterflies today and was mentally prepared, he would never order them casually, he even asked butterflies what they were allergic to.

The butterfly smiled dumbly and said, "There is nothing allergic, eat it."

Butterfly is very useful in his heart, but he can't see that such a cold person as him is really careful. Even the diving birds never asked this question, but fortunately, the butterflies are strong and healthy, and there are no taboos in food other than their own preferences.

Zhuang You've been to this restaurant a few times in my life, and because I like the environment, I've always, always wanted to bring butterflies to sit here. Sitting here for a meal with butterflies, sitting down with those pedants, has a completely different feeling and meaning. This wish has always been pressed in my heart.

Although he is a painter, Zhuang Yousheng is not without his own requirements for food, and after tasting it a few times, he basically knows that this restaurant can be ordered, and those don't need to be seen at all.

Today, based on his own experience and judgment of this restaurant, it seems to be simple and casual, but in fact, he ordered lunch for two people with great care. I also asked the butterfly softly, what kind of wine can I drink?

The butterfly still said, whatever.

Her mind was not on food, but on this strange environment.

Butterflies like to be in an unfamiliar environment all of a sudden. It gave her a strange sense of excitement.

She remembered that when she first came out of work, sometimes in order to get rid of the boredom caused by her entanglement with Fan Fan, or simply didn't want to go home early to see her father and Gao Ruohan communicating with each other, every look and language had a jerky and spiky sense of game. The two of them don't care, maybe they're quite immersed in this kind of confrontation, but the butterfly can't stand it.

So she'd get on a bus by herself that didn't know where the terminal was, and then sit there at the terminal, looking at unfamiliar roads and streets along the way, and when she got off at the terminal, she would wander around some new village that she didn't know at all, and then sit back again. When I get home, it's usually already lit up, and the fire is on at home.

She remembers that her father was always in the dining room and the nanny was cleaning up the meals and setting the dishes and chopsticks.

Gao Ruohan floated down from the upper floor with a strange look of yin and yang, like a leaf about to wither, although it did not wither immediately, but everyone could see that the soul was gradually withering, and the young vitality was being sucked away from a certain gap little by little.

To be honest, during the years that Gao Ruohan and her father were together, she did have a bad time.

Whether a woman's married life is happy or not, you can see it at a glance. Whether there is vitality or not, it will really be written on the face, and it can't be covered up.

Although Dad also loved Gao Ruohan, he must know that the love of a middle-aged man is very short-lived. Most of his love is for his daughter. He just wants to find a woman to live with, not that he wants to love this woman for the rest of his life.

If this woman asks for love without knowing how important it is, in the eyes of such men, it is called ignorance.