(Girls' Literature)

I shook my head gently. Quietly pulled up the hat of his coat. I don't want Chandor to see me. I faintly felt unworthy of his dedication in my heart. And for what was about to happen to him. I feel a faint sense of worry.

"Momo, look. This is the breakfast I bought for you. There are steamed buns and soy milk. I'm scared of the cold. He put it in his bosom and held it. Qian Duo said happily. Oh. My poor and pure child.

Qian Duo still smiled without any scheming. What a good boy. Every time he was ridiculed like Momo. But every time I smiled and secretly picked up my face from the ground. Pack up your mood. Then continue to stand in front of Momo.

There is no suspense. Momo stood in front of Qian Duo again with a look of disgust. The whole face was grayish-black. It seems that Qian Duo is a very eye-catching thing. Not a beautiful man at all.

"What are you doing here?" Momo was impatient. He shook his hand irritably. It's like Qian Duo is like a cockroach. Qian Duo was still smiling. I'm skeptical if he's really an infinite amount of punching bag.

"Come on. Here's this for you. Qian Duo shoved breakfast into Momo's hand.

"I don't want it." Momo pushed the breakfast back again. The words were already very disgusting. I wonder if there really is something wrong with Qian Duo's eyes. Momo's expression was so obvious. He didn't even notice. Still so persistent. He continued to laugh and shove things into Momo's hand again.

"I said you were really sick. Or how to drop. Momo's face changed dramatically. I've already said it. I don't need to. "The people who came out at the gates of the Creative Park. The shout was heard. I couldn't help but turn my head. Momo managed to get a lot of heads.

It is estimated that this situation is already used to for Momo. She still didn't change her face. His heart was beating and glaring at Qian Duo. But Qian Duo was still a little embarrassed. He made a "silence" gesture. Motioning for Momer's voice not to be so loud. "Not really. I'm afraid you'll skip breakfast in the morning. It's not good for the body. ”

The persistent Qian Duo handed the breakfast to Mo Mo again. I even saw that the plastic bag containing the buns still had a layer of white mist and beads of sweat on it. I think the bun must be hot. I haven't had breakfast yet. There are no breakfast stalls around the Creative Park. I'm a little jealous of Momo.

The next second. Momo actually reached out and took the breakfast. I saw an innocent smile on Qian Duo's face. It's like a kid doing a good job. Rewarded by parents and teachers. Got a delicious candy-like expression. I really don't understand. Originally, Qian Duo was so hard-working and handsome. How can you look at such a money-worshipping and filthy Momo.

But fortunately, Qian Duo's efforts today were not in vain. Momo accepted the breakfast. Then in the heart of Qian Duo. Momo's relationship with him seems to be one step closer.

"Fuck off." It's just Momo's next move. Something that no one expected. She held up the plastic bag in her hand. Then he smashed his head and face at Qian Duo. The snow-white meat buns inside the bag are like snow-white rabbits. Rolled out of the bag. Fell on dirty land. Covered in dust.

And that's not even the worst of it. The key is milky soy milk. Also under the action of this powerful impact. All exploded. I saw the white soy milk hitting his face like drops. My heart was also soaked with the soy milk that was spilled all over the sky.

The smile on Qian Duo's face was the same as the soy milk spilled from the sky. Disappeared into the cold air. There was a "why" look on his face.

"Reach out and don't hit the smiley man". Why did he get such treatment from Momo? Momo's move also caused an uproar around him. Especially the girls around who were splashed with soy milk. They all frowned and complained. "This time, Lala" took out a tissue and wiped the soy milk on his body irritably.

"What's going on?"

"You're sick."

"Dude. If you do this again, you really won't be a man. A boy said to Qian Duo. I rolled my eyes. Seeing Momo look up. Walk away with your heels on your toes. And Qian Duo was still standing there. Eyes on the ground. It's sad and heart-wrenching. It's as if you've done something wrong. Two minutes passed. He crouched down. Then I started picking up the dirty buns and the broken boxes of soy milk.

Dumped in the green trash can.

I couldn't help it. In the end, I went forward. "Come on. Wipe your face. I pulled a tissue out of my pocket. Handed it into his hand. He looked at me in surprise. Because of the altitude difference in altitude. He stared down for half a minute. "Thank you." He said and took it over.

"Did I just make a fool of myself?" My heart was shaken. When he said this. The eyes didn't look at me. I don't know if he's talking to himself or me.

"Chandor." I guess I can't help but want to say it.

"What." He turned to look at me. "What's wrong, Xiaoya." He took a tissue and wiped the soy milk from his hair. Anyway, the soy milk has stuck to the hair. So he couldn't get rid of it. Instead, they stained the white confetti on their hair.

His mind is like a white piece of paper. There are no blemishes. Just the words that stuck to the lips. I swallowed it back. I guess I still don't want to hurt this blank paper.

"It's fine." I smiled at him. I couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder. I feel like he's like my dear little brother at the moment. And my innocent and cute little brother actually smiled at me again. On this gloomy morning. It's like sunshine. Lit up my face. "You're the purest person I've ever met." I said silently in my heart.

"Ai Xiaoya." I turned my head and saw Zhang Yefeng driving the pickup truck again. His head protruded from the glass window. Hey. It's weird. He doesn't live in the "creative space" today.

"Mr. Zhang." Food and clothing parents are coming. I'm still going to be careful. Walked quickly to the pickup truck.

"Get in the car." This early in the morning. Did Zhang Yefeng also take the wrong medicine? When I saw it, I was also "a nose is not a nose." The face is not the face". It's really strange today. People who are in a bad mood in the morning grab a handful.

"Then I'm leaving." I'm driving the door. He turned back and waved his hand to Qian Duo.

"Okay." Qian Duo also smiled and waved his hand at me. But I clearly felt that he wanted to cry.

"Alright." When the car door is closed. Zhang Yefeng threw me a sentence a little impatiently. "Are you all right? It's early in the morning. Don't go to work hard and stand at the gate with a boy, greasy and crooked. ”

What the. Greasy. Here's what this said. How I'm tired of him. I blew a breath, and I really felt very helpless about Zhang Yefeng's wording ability.

"Mr. Zhang. Pay attention to your wording. What do you mean by 'greasy'? I know him. It's just to see him being treated unfairly by others. I just feel a little sorry for him. Gave him a tissue. How can this become a dirty thing in your mouth? "Incomprehensible. Zhang Yefeng's definition.

"Pathetic. Ai Xiaoya. Just because of the traffic jam at the door. The scene I saw was clear. He chose it himself. Who's to blame. Besides, that girl. Sitting in an old man's car all day long. Then the boy pretended not to see himself. Even if he gets such an outcome, he must learn to accept it. Zhang Yefeng finished these words with an expressionless face. Wow. This man's heart is quite heartless.

I looked at him. And did not speak. He continued as he drove the car. "You remember that you can't be anyone's savior. So don't always fantasize about being the Virgin Mary. ”

I blew a breath. With an extremely aggrieved mood, he followed him into the "creative space". Today's creative space is neat. I looked around. It feels a little weird. But where it is strange and can't be said.

"Alright. Let's get to work. We've been busy this week. I've copied some of the specific information on your computer. Sort it out yourself. "Walk into the studio. Zhang Yefeng threw me such a sentence. Then he turned and went into the hut again.

I nodded. I know that sleeping is a must for him every day. Sat down next to the computer. I feel a little strange about the creative space today. Something seems to be missing. But there's something missing. I really can't put it into words. I stood and looked around. That's when I found a problem. "That flat-haired beast has a 'big fruit.'" Not in it. The room suddenly became empty.

It's at the time. I thought it was so noisy. It's like a lackey of the capitalists. He also supervises my work every day. But now it's not here. I'm a little unused to it. In fact, its small appearance is quite likable.

"Mr. Zhang. What about the 'big fruit'. Just when Zhang Yefeng came out of the room. I couldn't help but ask. It's close to noon. He was still in his pajamas. Sleepy-eyed, he walked over to the water dispenser and poured water. This proves that I was quite right. "Sleeping" is undoubtedly his "first career".

"Oh. It's ahh I got sick for the past two days. I took it to the vet hospital. Spent the night with it over there last night. With that, he picked up the cup full of water. Then he turned and walked in.

Look. The "flat-haired beast" is just a bird. The treatment is so good. Even health insurance is available. Zhang Yefeng's benefits are not bad. A "bird guard". He went back to accompany him personally. Come to think of it. I covered my mouth. smiled.