3651. Li Ziting: Falling in love with someone is a heartache 4
But maybe, she is too good at acting.
The sight of her chatting and laughing with that boy was still etched in his mind.
Their dinner ended with two thousand plates.
She was crying and went to wash the dishes with the staff.
Using two thousand plates to offset a bill of forty thousand was a ridiculous reason she was willing to believe.
In the control room of the 33rd Day Memorial Hotel, Li Ziting stood in front of several large-screen computers and stared at her on the screen.
Her expression was rich and exaggerated, her mouth wide open in front of the pile of plates, but she had no intention of running away.
Her movements of washing dishes were natural and smooth, as if she had done a lot of housework.
A little girl who knows how to do housework but lacks IQ.
Li Ziting had a new understanding of nectar.
Suddenly, there was an extra person in the monitor screen, the boy who was smiling with her at school.
Li Ziting clenched his hands hanging by his side little by little, pursed his lips, and ordered coldly, "Let them separate."
"I got it, Master Li, I'll tell the waiter to come over right away." The manager who had been waiting beside him nodded and bowed and walked out.
…
She washed the dishes all night long.
He sat in front of the monitor and watched it all night, a long night.
He watched her break the plates, watched her humming and shaking her head, watched her hit her head to wake herself up, it was extremely ugly.
Any smart woman would not do these things.
It can only prove that these reactions are her most real.
There is nothing artificial about Manna.
Li Ziting recognized this.
She was sleepy but trying to keep her eyes open... like a lost deer, which was the only beauty about her that night.
At noon the next day, he decided to send her home.
She refused.
She was angry.
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Maybe it was because of the two thousand plates that she never came to see him.
He dug out all the love letters in the apartment and opened them one by one to read the names.
Maybe she had sent love letters before, but he didn't notice.
On the carpet in the apartment were boxes full of love letters. The first time he opened so many letters was to find a name.
A name called... nectar.
He opened all the letters, and none of them came from her.
He compared all the unsigned letters with her handwriting, but the result was still the same.
She likes it without any action.
When you start to pay attention to someone, you will see them all the time.
She often stood in the crowd of Lianbei High School students. She didn't call his name like the other girls, nor did she come forward, she just looked at him...
She walked with that boy again.
Zhao Mo.
That boy's name.
The two of them walked among the crowd and even spoke louder than others. He walked in front and felt as if he had been punched hard in the chest.
"Len, what's wrong with you? You look so ugly."
Gantian walked beside him and asked him.
"nothing."
His ears were filled with sounds coming from behind. Although there were so many noisy sounds, he only heard her and Zhao Mo's.
This feeling is suffocating.
…
He once again took away the mineral water she placed on the wall. The moment the sour mineral water poured into his throat, he was not angry, but instead raised his lips.
Very good, he finally found a reason for them to meet again.
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Off-topic: Today is a special day, March 3, 2013. I wish you all who watch 33rd will always be happy. But maybe, she is too good at acting.
The sight of her chatting and laughing with that boy was still etched in his mind.
Their dinner ended with two thousand plates.
She was crying and went to wash the dishes with the staff.
Using two thousand plates to offset a bill of forty thousand was a ridiculous reason she was willing to believe.
In the control room of the 33rd Day Memorial Hotel, Li Ziting stood in front of several large-screen computers and stared at her on the screen.
Her expression was rich and exaggerated, her mouth wide open in front of the pile of plates, but she had no intention of running away.
Her movements of washing dishes were natural and smooth, as if she had done a lot of housework.
A little girl who knows how to do housework but lacks IQ.
Li Ziting had a new understanding of nectar.
Suddenly, there was an extra person in the monitor screen, the boy who was smiling with her at school.
Li Ziting clenched his hands hanging by his side little by little, pursed his lips, and ordered coldly, "Let them separate."
"I got it, Master Li, I'll tell the waiter to come over right away." The manager who had been waiting beside him nodded and bowed and walked out.
…
She washed the dishes all night long.
He sat in front of the monitor and watched it all night, a long night.
He watched her break the plates, watched her humming and shaking her head, watched her hit her head to wake herself up, it was extremely ugly.
Any smart woman would not do these things.
It can only prove that these reactions are her most real.
There is nothing artificial about Manna.
Li Ziting recognized this.
She was sleepy but trying to keep her eyes open... like a lost deer, which was the only beauty about her that night.
At noon the next day, he decided to send her home.
She refused.
She was angry.
*************************
Maybe it was because of the two thousand plates that she never came to see him.
He dug out all the love letters in the apartment and opened them one by one to read the names.
Maybe she had sent love letters before, but he didn't notice.
On the carpet in the apartment were boxes full of love letters. The first time he opened so many letters was to find a name.
A name called... nectar.
He opened all the letters, and none of them came from her.
He compared all the unsigned letters with her handwriting, but the result was still the same.
She likes it without any action.
When you start to pay attention to someone, you will see them all the time.
She often stood in the crowd of Lianbei High School students. She didn't call his name like the other girls, nor did she come forward, she just looked at him...
She walked with that boy again.
Zhao Mo.
That boy's name.
The two of them walked among the crowd and even spoke louder than others. He walked in front and felt as if he had been punched hard in the chest.
"Len, what's wrong with you? You look so ugly."
Gantian walked beside him and asked him.
"nothing."
His ears were filled with sounds coming from behind. Although there were so many noisy sounds, he only heard her and Zhao Mo's.
This feeling is suffocating.
…
He once again took away the mineral water she placed on the wall. The moment the sour mineral water poured into his throat, he was not angry, but instead raised his lips.
Very good, he finally found a reason for them to meet again.
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Off topic: Today is a special day, March 3, 2013. I wish you all who are watching on the 33rd will always be happy.