"I don't have time," Ouyang Ji replied coldly into the phone, "You shouldn't go back to China!".
"Ji, how could you say such hurtful words?"
Before the woman could finish speaking, Ouyang Ji hung up the call with a bang, and his previous good mood was wiped away...
In the warm home, Simiao coaxed Tongtong to sleep, hugging the pillow very comfortably, eating apples, watching TV and waiting for Han Xue to come back. She heard the sound of someone opening the door and locking the door, followed by a pink skirt.
Han Xue walked in.
"How was your date today?" Simiao's bright eyes sparkled with curiosity. She looked at Han Xue who was sitting next to her and whetted her appetite, and said anxiously, "Say it quickly, and stop talking about Bian Zhi."
Han Xue curved her big eyes beautifully into a crescent shape, and said sweetly, "Today, we watched a very wasteful movie."
Second-rate".
Simiao felt ashamed, patted Han Xue's shoulder with her delicate hand, and encouraged, "So what? You belong to Xiaoqiang. The more you are frustrated, the more courageous you become."
"Miao, I'm really jealous of you. In terms of appearance, I'm prettier than you, and in terms of intelligence, I'm smarter than you. Why do the two people I like like you?" Han Xue comforted herself and said,
Then he sighed, "Life is really a very complicated process. Brother Junxi has liked you for eight years, and I have liked him for eight years. At the college graduation party, every classmate talked about their ideals, and some said they wanted to be themselves
When I started a company, some people said they wanted to work in a foreign company, and some people said they wanted to study abroad. When asked what my ideal was, I answered without hesitation, marry! All I wanted was to marry Junxi brother." I said with tears in my eyes.
He kept thinking, "Miao, why is it so difficult to marry yourself to Junxi?!".
"Don't cry." Simiao felt sour and stretched out her arms to hug Han Xue, "Xue, we are good women, so we will definitely be happy."
Tears fell from Han Xue's eyes and she left Simiao's arms, like a child begging pitifully for sweet candy from an adult, "Really?".
"Really!" Simiao replied affirmatively, stretching out her delicate hand to wipe away Han Xue's tears, "Remember, mice love rice, and you have to steal it to realize your ideal."
"Haha..." Han Xue laughed through tears, "Then what is your ideal?".
"My ideal is great!" Simiao took a bite of the apple and said seriously, "I just haven't thought about it yet."