This friend is Zhang Jiaze.

After listening to Hua Xingcan's confession, Zhang Jiaze's heart was full of emotion. Yes, after so many years, there are not many friends who can still confide these secrets in their hearts. She chose to confide in herself, which fully shows that she trusts herself.

In this materialistic metropolis, trustworthy friends are rare.

"Thank you for telling me about that." Zhang Jiaze looked at Hua Xingcan and said softly, "Is it better now?" ”

Hua Xing smiled, indeed, after confiding in others, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. She took a deep breath and said slowly, "It's a lot easier, thank you." ”

Zhang Jiaze's eyes were electrified, and he looked at Hua Xingcan: "Between the two of us, when did you start to become so polite?" ”

Hua Xingcan smiled again.

What a familiar smiley face.

For a moment, Zhang Jiaze was almost lost in this smile and couldn't extricate himself. Once, how many late nights, he dreamed of this familiar smiling face. In the dream, the mountains are clear, the water is green, the clouds are light, and the youth is young.

She, after all, is his first love.

Who can forget their first love?

After all, it was the first good time of life, ignorant, shy and throbbing, full of longing and heart.

Soon, however, he came to his senses. Looking around, the café is full of men and women full of whispering hearts, saying things that are affectionate or explicit or frivolous or subtle or impure in motives.

Hua Xingcan looked at Zhang Jiaze and slowly said the purpose of asking him out:

"You are a man, you know you men best, you help me analyze and see what I should do now."

Zhang Jiaze smiled ashamedly and said, "It's true that it's a man, but it's different between men and men." ”

Hua Xingcan said: "You help me analyze and analyze, what are the types of men?" What kind of man do I belong to? ”

Zhang Jiaze thought for a while and said boldly: "A man of the Ming Sao type, a man who hooks up with a woman on various occasions, a man who wants to take down a woman by all means, a man who pursues the next goal after taking it down, this kind of man can also be called a stallion-type man, obviously, your husband is not this kind of man." ”

Without waiting for Hua Xingcan to answer, Zhang Jiaze continued: "There is another kind of man, that is, sullen men, most men belong to this kind of man, they want to hook up with beautiful women and do that with beautiful women, but for the sake of face, they are ashamed to speak up and dare not start, but once a woman gives this kind of man a chance, the man will be overwhelmed and will have to make inches." There is also a type of man, called the pure-hearted and desireless man, who is immune to any woman. ”

Hua Xingcan asked puzzledly, "There are also pure-hearted men with few desires?" ”

Zhang Jiaze said: "Yes. There are two kinds of men: one is homosexual, they are born to like only men; Second, there is a problem there. ”

Hua Xingcan's face couldn't help but blush slightly, although she was a married lady, but it was the first time she heard a friend of the opposite sex say so frankly today, and she still couldn't help blushing a little.

Hua Xingcan took a sip of coffee to hide his embarrassment and said:

"What type of man do you say my man belongs to?"