Chapter Eighty-Eight: Little Seven with Low Emotional Intelligence
When he usually goes to work, Luo Zhe often sends a message to Xiao Qi from time to time, or makes a phone call, asking her what she is doing, what she wants to eat at night, or telling some funny jokes to make her happy. But today, the mobile phone was very quiet, and there was no movement, and Xiao Qi began to worry about whether Luo Zhe would really be angry and ignore him.
Luo Zhe is really busy today, but it's not that he doesn't even have time to send a message, he doesn't know that Xiao Qi's anger has disappeared, he is afraid that he will say the wrong thing, which will make Xiao Qi even more unhappy, and he didn't stay by her side, he can't see her emotional changes, and if it backfires, it will be troublesome, so he riveted his strength and waited for the evening to go home and then coax his wife to be happy in person.
Xiao Qi didn't know this, he was very uneasy, he was afraid that Luo Zhe would ignore him, so he decided to take the initiative to call him, and as soon as he dialed it out, he quickly hung up again, he was too impulsive, and he hadn't thought about what to say to him.
What should I say in the first sentence? Xiao Qi tried hard to search in his mind for the scenes in idol dramas and romance novels he had watched before when girls were chatting with boys.
In the past, Su Yu always laughed at Xiao Qi, saying that all her love experiences came from TV and books, and she was completely on paper and had no actual combat experience.
Xiao Qi scolded her angrily: "Aren't you the same? ”
Su Yu said proudly: "I'm not on the same level as you, I have a goal, a handsome guy." ”
Xiao Qi was still not convinced, but Su Yu did have a Zhan Mochen in his life, although he had a crush.
"Hmph, fifty steps and a hundred steps are just laughing!" Xiao Qi continued to say hard.
"That's fifty paces away!" In the end, Su Yu won completely.
At this moment, Xiao Qi personally felt that chatting was a science, and she thought hard about what to say in the first sentence, or asked directly: "Are you angry, why don't you ignore me?" "This seems to be a bit of accusation and blame, not good, not good, doesn't this add fuel to the fire. Or just say, "What are you doing? Do you miss me? But in case Loche is really angry, reply to himself, "No!" "Wouldn't that be embarrassing.
Xiao Qi remembered the joke that he accosted on the Internet, "Beauty, did you drop this brick." "Handsome guy, the time displayed on your phone is the same as the time displayed on my phone, we are so fateful." It's all awkward chat.
Or just be casual and pretend nothing had happened to him and say, "It's a nice day." "Hehe, it seems that I was directly talked to death by myself, and my low emotional intelligence is really hard.
Xiao Qi's mind was full of Luo Zhe, and he had no intention of working at all, so he simply asked for leave in the afternoon, got off work early and went to the supermarket, ready to make an apologetic dinner for Luo Zhe.
Xiao Qi knows that his craftsmanship is completely incomparable with Luo Zhe. But I can't say the words of reconciliation and apology, and I don't know what to give the gift in a hurry, so I just make a meal, which can be regarded as a piece of heart.
But Xiao Qi, who was really standing in the supermarket, found that he didn't know anything about Luo Zhe's preferences, and only heard him say that he didn't like sweets. Every time he goes to the restaurant to eat, although Luo Zhe orders food, he also orders what Xiao Qi likes, it turns out that his wife is so incompetent.
Fortunately, if you have a lot of time, then make a little bit of the same dish, there will always be one he likes, and if there are more dishes, he can show his sincerity.
In the past, there was a small restaurant next to the school, and the amount of food in his house was very small, which was also the characteristic of his family. Two baked quail eggs or a sweet and sour meatball are placed on a plate, so that you can eat more than a dozen dishes in one meal, which is very popular with girls.