Standing at the door of the hotel room, Chen Aiqing spent the last dime for Rong Yi very angrily.

The edited text message is as follows: "Speaking of which, I don't need to be polite to you, let me, you are a dog's day, say that I have wrinkles, why don't you die, I'm fucking younger than you, and you will grow first, okay, anyway, that's it for the camera, I'm too lazy to bother with you, from this moment on, I will never know you, and I will never have contact with you in the future, otherwise I will be a fucking dog!" ”

After typing, just as she was about to check if the sentence was smooth, the phone suddenly vibrate.

At the top of the screen, a WeChat message popped up.

Chen Aiqing didn't pay attention, his thumb clicked on the screen, and he happened to press the send button.

And so the text message was sent.

stared at the screen and read it carefully word by word, she felt that there seemed to be no problem, so she quit the text message and went to look at WeChat.

WeChat was sent by Xu Yan.

Although it was simple, it still made her very happy.

"Ai Qing, happy birthday."

Accompanied by text messages, cute little cakes fall from the top of the screen.

Expecting that the dog would not reply to the message, Chen Aiqing took out the room card, swiped the door very slowly, slipped back to the bed, and began to reply to Xu Yan's WeChat.

……

However, on the other end of the phone, Rong Yi, who was pulled back to his thoughts by the text message vibration, was speechless for a while after seeing it.

I can't see it, the little ghost is so ruthless that he even scolds himself.

However, she said that she was a dog, and that he was a dog......

This relationship between active and passive is wrong.

Wait a minute, it seems that once, it was indeed her ......

Thinking of this, Rong Yi's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he forced himself to stop remembering.

He put his phone aside, walked over to the cabinet, and opened the door below.

In the cabinet, there are several beautifully packaged gift boxes neatly.

His hand, moving to the far right, took out the gift box.

Under the delicate packaging is a box of thirty colors of oil paint.

This brand, he heard Chen Aiqing mention it once, and then remembered it.

In the four years she was separated from him, every year before her birthday, he would go to the brand's specialty store to buy a box of paints.

She said that the world is colorful, so every picture she paints is worthy of being embellished with the brightest colors.

It's a pity that he couldn't give away the first few copies.

He took a handbag from the cabinet, and just as he wanted to put the gift box inside, he was suddenly stunned.

Now, I'm afraid she can't accept it.

After thinking about it, Rong Yi closed the cabinet door again, walked to the desk, grabbed his phone, and prepared to leave.

As soon as I opened the door, I ran into Ding Zhiyang.

He twisted his eyebrows: "Why haven't you left yet?" ”

Ding Zhiyang stared at him with an incredible gaze: "Rongrong, you are too ungrateful!" ”

Rong Yi raised his eyebrows at such an accusation and expressed his incomprehension.

Ding Zhiyang: "Do you want me to stay here and wait for you, and then use it to kick away?" What are you when I am? ”

Rong Yi thought for a moment and took his words: "Ball." ”

Ding Zhiyang: ......

After a few seconds, Rong Yi added: "Leaky." ”

Ding Zhiyang: "Grass, what do you mean!" ”

Rong explained: "Because it's not far. ”

Ding Zhiyang: ......

Anyway, he is often choked and speechless, and Ding Zhiyang is used to it.

After being silent for a while, he retreated to his seat and took out a pair of flat glasses from a drawer and handed them over.