Why do I feel that his face is covered with black lines? Huh? Is my English name too foreign? I’m sorry, it’s my fault. (Everyone: Western?! I just spelled it with pinyin)
"If you don't understand, I can translate it in English." I said very considerately.
"No need..." He sighed, looked at me with a very pitiful expression, and said compassionately, "This name is indeed an idiot."
I mean, I just want to find a topic to talk about, but you can't hurt me. I admit, I was a bit of a loser just now. The brat is indeed a brat.
The steak was served, and it was so delicious. I forgot that I just said that this steak was poisonous, so I ate it quickly.
Not bad, not bad. I looked at his elegant eating face opposite and felt ashamed for a moment. However, face is not important, eating is important. I'd better keep my original personality.
"Hey, why are you inviting me to dinner? I offended you so much, brat, what are you asking me?" I stuffed my mouth full of steak and raised it.
A question has arisen that I have always wondered about.
"I want you to take care of it." He held back a few words.
"You can't be..." He looked at me nervously, as if he was afraid that I would reveal his secret.
"The family has so much money that they have nowhere to spend it. Hee hee."
He seemed to be relieved, rolled his eyes at me, and continued eating. Damn it, did I guess wrong?
"I really overestimated your IQ." He suddenly said something.
I stared at him dissatisfied and continued to be a curious baby, "Why didn't you fuck me? And, where are yesterday's clothes?"
"Bored. Throw it away."...? What does it mean?
"Why didn't you fuck me? Answer: Annoyed. Where are yesterday's clothes? Answer: Throw them away. Is that what you mean?" I guessed
To put it bluntly, how many brain cells would I waste talking to him?
He looked at me approvingly and nodded. Is it annoying to kill me?! My value is so great. It makes me angry. It makes me angry.
"You bastard, how dare you underestimate my value, you've gone too far!"
And those clothes are very expensive. You are a prodigal!
I looked at him fiercely, killing you with my eyes. He, this old man, still ate steak leisurely and didn't take it seriously. Damn! Me, me, me, I'm so angry.