Chapter 47 You Hate Orange Juice, and Orange Juice Doesn't Like You
"Xu Baiqing, do you know, I used to like someone."
Xu Baiqing just motioned to the bartender to mix a glass of wine for him, and when he heard this, the hand that took the wine stiffened.
Song Chinese New Year's Eve has someone in his heart?
Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at him and smiled, yes, am I not easy to handle?
She raised her hand and let go of the orange juice in front of her Xu Baiqing, and then took the glass of wine to herself.
"Drank it."
Xu Baiqing was stunned for a moment, he hated drinking orange juice the most.
Song Chinese New Year's Eve doesn't know?
I knew it in my last life, but I don't know it in this life.
"Drink it."
Xu Baiqing sighed, and finally wrinkled his eyebrows and poured them down.
"Back then, that person of mine was like you and this glass of orange juice." Song Chinese New Year's Eve applauded him, "He obviously doesn't like me, but he wants to put me by his side, and finally endure and drink it, I too, I don't really want to make that cup of orange juice, there is no freedom at all, but he pretends well, I don't know that he doesn't like me at all, only he said he liked me and believed it, I really obediently in the cup..."
Xu Baiqing didn't know how to pick it up, so he could only say something affectionate and omnipotent: "He... It's not worth it. β
But he couldn't help but stir up in his heart, he originally thought that Song Chinese New Year's Eve was very easy to coax, but he didn't expect her to have a past.
People with past pain are the hardest to chase.
The previous grasp suddenly became tricky.
Song Chinese New Year's Eve didn't seem to know what kind of difficult situation she had created for Xu Baiqing, she ordered him another glass of spirits, and then nodded very agreeably, "You're right, is he evil?" β
Xu Baiqing took a sip, and when it came to his mouth, he was shocked by this intensity, and he wrinkled his face, "Disgusting!" β
"What about you?"
"What?" Xu Baiqing didn't react.
Song Chinese New Year's Eve took a sip of the wine, and the spicy control of the entire taste buds.
"I asked you, and I said, what about you."
Xu Baiqing thought for a moment that her hypocrisy was also seen by her, but Song Chinese New Year's Eve had already closed her eyes and pressed the cup to her lips.
He couldn't help but take another big sip, but his mind turned in another diametrically opposite direction - Song Chinese New Year's Eve asked like this, indicating that he was still giving him a chance, right, even if he knew that he had a fiancΓ©e and a childhood sweetheart, but he couldn't control this kind of thing, she may, really like herself.
Maybe she just didn't dare to take a step yet, for fear that he was the second "disgusting" person, even if he really wasn't sincere.
Xu Baiqing simply drank the whole glass of wine, "Chinese New Year's Eve, I'm not him!" β
You are him.
"I'm worth it!"
You're not worth it.
Song Chinese New Year's Eve closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling.
How blind I was in my last life.
"I see."
Xu Baiqing was slightly stunned, that's all?
Shouldn't you have promised him a relationship, shouldn't you nod your head?
Or is that the wound that person really gave Song Chinese New Year's Eve was too heavy, and she still had to think about it?
Xu Baiqing suddenly hated that person, if there was no such person, maybe he could easily make Song Chinese New Year's Eve fall in love with him.
However, in this case, I am afraid that this matter should not be too anxious.
"Chinese New Year's Eve."
Song Chinese New Year's Eve opened his eyes, a little confused, "Hmm." β
"Accept the flowers, okay?" One step at a time.
Song Chinese New Year's Eve glanced at it and took it with one hand.
"Chinese New Year's Eve, add me a WeChat, we slowly get to know each other, I will tell you with actions that I am not the one who will give you scars."
Song Chinese New Year's Eve nodded, really admiring his hypocrisy.
After refusing him to send her back to school, as soon as Xu Baiqing left, Song Chinese New Year's Eve sat on the chair and didn't want to move, and her mind was a little confused.
She stood up and felt a little unsteady on her feet.
Holding the flower, he turned around, stuffed it into the hands of the people passing by, and then sat back and pulled the wine glass.
"Beauty?"
Song Chinese New Year's Eve reacted for at least four or five seconds before turning back.
The man's eyes flashed with amazement, and at the same time he sensed something.
"Beauty, you... It seems to be drunk. β
Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at him and blinked ignorantly.
Drunk... Half in the bag?