After exchanging mobile phone numbers with Mo Qingchen, they said goodbye outside the noodle shop and returned to the center of their lives.
As time passes by, they pass each other by each other. The most beautiful thing is their youth, but the regret is nothing more than passing years.
Mo Qingchen, I'm sorry.
Gu Mengmeng silently apologized to him again.
Conway called just when she was feeling a little depressed. The strong wind ruffled her thick black hair, and her eyes were squinted by the wind. She stood in front of Dennis' door, rubbing her eyes and looking into the wind and sighing.
He pressed the answer button randomly and said, "Hey, talk."
She set her own ringtone, and his was so special that it kept lingering in her head all day long even if it didn't ring.
He heard the impatience in her tone and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"
You are so happy, your eyes are squinted by the wind, and you are annoyed by his indifference, how can you be in a good mood!
"If anything happens, just say it. If nothing happens, I will hang up."
He was silent for a moment, sighed, and said in a softer tone: "I went to inspect the damaged communication facilities today. There is no mobile signal there, so I didn't contact you. Please explain the situation and don't get angry with me, okay?"
At this point, his tone suddenly turned pitiful: "My husband hasn't had lunch yet."
Looking at the dark sky approaching evening, she couldn't help but feel a little soft in her heart.
His tone was still sour, and he said, "Where is your Staff Officer Xu? Why didn't you ask her to arrange dinner for you?"
He laughed there, and the loud laughter passed through her eardrums, making her heart beat fast.
"I have asked her to return to the military area. Today, I am patrolling by myself and the accompanying personnel of the subordinate units. Now, can you rest assured that you will not be jealous anymore?"
She finally rubbed the sand out of her eyes, and her eyes suddenly felt comfortable. Looking at the clear surroundings, she pretended to be angry and said: "If you weren't a rotten egg that always attracts flies and mosquitoes, I wouldn't bother to talk to you.
angry."
"What? Rotten eggs! You said my husband is a rotten egg!" His voice was aggrieved and dissatisfied.
"I'm flattering you by calling you a rotten egg. You are a rotten egg that's worse than a rotten egg!" she said.
He screamed over there, "Wife,,,,, I won't let you hurt my husband like this. I'm not a rotten egg, I'm a sweet DD. You don't like to touch me the most -----"
"Stop! Don't talk!" After all, she couldn't flirt in public on a crowded street.
Lowering his voice, he lectured Conway on the other side of the phone: "Flies don't bite seamless eggs! Remember this sentence for me clearly. Don't let me see this staff officer or manager come to your door in the middle of the night again!"
He said hello.
The next sentence was to ask when his wife would come back to Beijing for him to have sex with her. He couldn't bear it anymore.
She spat at him. Her man never strayed from his "capital".
Thinking of the suffering I have suffered these past few days, I can't help but have the desire to take revenge.
Thinking of Mo Qingchen, who she had had a dispute with, the evil factor in her heart became active.
Deliberately, while walking, she mentioned "accidentally" that the high school suitor she had just met at dinner was Mo Qingchen, who is now a preparatory academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. She concealed the fact that Mo was married and deliberately described the two of them talking happily.
, the details of the late meeting emphasize his excellence and gentle demeanor...
Sure enough, the major was shocked.
He asked in a panic, "What happened after you finished eating with him? What did you do with him! Hey, Mengmeng, don't be tempted by strange things!"
She covered her mouth and laughed silently.
"Oh, how could I possibly do that? However, Mo Qingchen is really outstanding and has completely turned into a completely different person. What do you think happened to me? Am I stupid? I would actually reject him?"
"Mengmeng, you----"
She smiled proudly.
I want you to taste what vinegar tastes like.
One last strong dose.
"Well...he wants to ask me to have dinner with him tomorrow night. Husband, tell me, should I agree or refuse?"
"Don't go!" He firmly made up his mind for her.
A sheep enters a tiger's mouth, and he is still bound by the emotions of his youth. If something goes wrong, what will he do? Where will he cry?
"But I promised him... I'm sorry, husband, I will protect myself and won't let him take advantage..." Gu Mengmeng stood on the street with her cell phone across the phone, her smile messy in the wind. She found that she was very good at acting.
Talent, completely self-taught.
"I said you're not allowed to go!" He got angry and shouted over there.
Gu Mengmeng suppressed her laughter and pretended to be cool and said to the phone: "I won't go if you say you won't go. Why should I listen to you so much? Didn't you have dinner with Staff Officer Xu? Then I will also go with Mo
Let’s have dinner with Qingchen! I also want you to taste it, feeling like sitting on pins and needles, holding a vinegar vat in your hand!”
"Ouch!..." He held his head and was about to collapse.
Isn't it okay that he swore never to talk to a female officer again? Why did he talk for so long and then go back to the same place! Why did he do something shameful? She wanted to torture him like this.
As a man, he couldn't understand Gu Mengmeng's constant and menacing jealousy. Couldn't he just get over it as calmly as he did?
He loves her and will only love her as the only woman in his life.
This silly girl must be so stupid that she goes crazy.
"It's up to you! Gu Mengmeng, if you dare to go to the appointment tomorrow night, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
He tapped the phone with a bang. The only person left in the car was Gu Mengmeng, who was holding the phone and holding her belly and laughing.
She was not afraid of his threats at all.
The more reactive and jealous he is, the happier she will be.
Now I just feel that there are not enough fire bombs thrown, the flames are not high enough, not intense enough, and her man in Beijing is not set on fire.
A man will never understand that the endless jealousy of a woman who loves him will die out only if she has the upper hand. Jealousy is just a way of loving him. Maybe many times the facts that lead to the establishment of jealousy are simply unfounded, but women don’t care.
She will only control her man tightly and not allow any possibility to appear in her married life, which will give her a sense of crisis.