Chapter 1272 (1/2)
”Cough!”
There was a heavy cough behind me, which pulled my wandering thoughts back to my body. I turned around and saw a pair of murderous Feng eyes standing at the kitchen door. I was stunned at first, and then realized that the third young lady's hand was sticking to my cheek. The posture was not ambiguous. My friends were in a panic Another embarrassment.
”What are you doing?” It's not ”you”, but ”you”. The word difference is enough to highlight that sister tiger is not curious, but interrogative, and targeted, with a lot of emotions - just don't know whether this ”you” refers to me or miss three.
”We're talking.” I can't think of a worse answer. But the gossip officer Xiaomeng has a sharp eye and a sharp nose. He smells a trace of acid. He suspects that there is a good play. He is right behind dongxiaoye. I can't honestly say that we are talking about Xu Heng, right? Even in her sparkling eyes, I can not avoid the intimate behavior of three Miss touching my cheek.
Winter small night tone is not good, hard cover thick jealousy, way: ”chat move mouth to be OK, need to start?”
I'm warm to hear this saying -- ”do it” is only three young ladies. The warning in winter's small night talk is obviously aimed at her, which proves that she not only cares about me, but also trusts me very much. Although in the aspect of the relationship between men and women, I'm so weak in heart that I have no confidence in myself
three young ladies are not only beautiful, but also smooth and tender Whether I have just washed vegetables with water? It's cold and pasted on my face. It feels very special and comfortable. Even though the beauty of this woman can't impress me very much. Even though I despise her personality and work style in all ways, I can't help blushing and panicking. There's a kind of unspeakable vanity growing and expanding in my chest. It's not clear that it's because of her Because of her condescension.
Is it true that Zheng Yuqiu is not talking nonsense, and that the third miss's idea of narcissism and absurdity is fleeting and denied by me - not to mention that this girl is asking for me, in order to ask me to hand over Xu hengcai's consideration and send me the human feelings, if she really has feelings for me, how could she be so calm and self-contained in the face of the direct questions of winter night? Do not feel guilty again, the image that the woman is reserved always wants to maintain? But she didn't think it was right. She asked Dong Xiaoye, ”what are you up to?”
That impatient tone of voice, actually think sister tiger is too unintelligent, too cumbersome.
Just as I can't mention something about Xu Heng in front of Wang's sister, sister Hu is jealous. She also understands that at this time, she can't expose the real relationship between me and the third lady. She can't help but suffer a dumb loss. She looks pretty red and almost breaks the glass in her hand, which shows that the third lady has four or two thousand catties of skill, causing Wang Xiaomeng behind her to be afraid and rich in ”stealing” Laugh.
Dongxiaoye gives Wang Xiaomeng a vicious look, and then he ”bears the insult” and says: ”I'll pour a glass of water for Xiaomeng, which will hinder you from talking about love?”
”You two” also brought me this time, which shows that miss three, with only one sentence and four words, has pushed the tiger sister with excellent psychological quality to the edge of being angry and almost out of control, but she has to bear with it as much as possible - Ya is really not willing to eat at all!
”I dare not talk about love in front of you.” I hurriedly took the water cup from dongxiaoye's hand, smiled flatteringly, and the third lady took back her catkin and slender hands, not hurried, not humble, not to make the Wangs feel unnatural, which made me have to admire her reaction and acting skills.
The Wang sisters think that I admit that I'm extravagant and dare to talk about love on my back, but dongxiaoye knows that. I'm emphasizing that I don't mean to talk about love in her face and do something that will make her feel uncomfortable. It seems that there is no difference in the simple interpretation of its meaning, but the understanding of the Bureau and the outsiders will be very different. After all, Wang sisters don't know my complicated relationship with tassels, asters and winter nights. They probably only think that I and miss San are a couple of dog men and women.
Officer Xiaomeng's eyes are full of exaggerated contempt, no malicious teasing, and even more worship. Obviously, for me to ”hesitate” to expose miss three to refuse her sister Wang Xiaomeng, she is more than surprised than grateful, more admire me for the legendary existence of miss three. For this reason, she ignores if everything is true, I am just the best in the scum In reality, compared with the common female public enemy, at best, she has a higher vision and a more difficult taste. As for Xiaomeng, her sister, sitting alone in the living room, holding down her water glass, she is sure it is not her, and sipping slowly. She didn't look at us at all, and didn't know how she felt about my character and the relationship between me and miss three. For her, the misunderstanding is deeper Isn't it a bad thing? I found that I didn't seem to be so sure about it. I took my cup of water and pulled Wang Xiaomeng out of the kitchen.
”Touching your face has no special meaning. It's my habit of comforting people. It's like you like touching other people's heads. Don't think about it.” The third lady's unexpected explanation clarified.
”Well.” It's not embarrassing to say. It's not true at all. I wonder how she knows that I like to touch my head when I comfort people, but she doesn't ask for the exit.”Touching the face is a common way to relieve the pressure, because there are many nerve endings on the face.” the third lady asked, skipping at the same time, skillfully cutting vegetables: ”don't tell her two sentences, don't you fear her saying anything?”
”Who?” I'm a little distracted, because her skillful knife technique - white radish sliced first and then sliced, not only thin as paper, thin as hair, but also neat and even. What's more, her hand speed is so fast that it's almost dazzling. If she doesn't cut her fingers in this way, I have to doubt the logical inflection of her two sentences before and after, because she actually touches my cheek I'm ashamed of my intimacy.
”Little winter night,” she seemed to be trying to change the subject, ”I don't think she would like to cooperate with your plan.”
”It's your plan, not mine,” I said angrily. ”The heroine in my plan is Cheng, not Bai!”
”white” three Miss hands on a meal, ”you say me?”