After Song Tianlang took the bill, he looked at Hu Yueyue standing still with her eyebrows furrowed, and strode over, "Is it a demonic disease?"
Hearing this, his eyebrows relaxed, he regained his concentration, and a smile appeared on his lips. Hu Yueyue looked at Song Tianlang and said, "Have you finished settling the bill?"
"Well!" Mr. Song pulled her hand tightly, held her hand gently in his arms, and walked towards the door!
Hu Yueyue let him hug her, and her mind kept thinking about the smile that appeared at the corner of the man's mouth when he turned around. Although the meaning was unclear, he was sensitive and felt that there was definitely a deep meaning in that smile.
And she always felt that there was a danger in that profound meaning that made her panic. She unconsciously frowned and bit her lips, and her black and white eyes were solemn.
The group of people left Laoliu Lobster House, everyone went their separate ways, got in their cars and left.
So no one noticed that in an ordinary black Binyue RV not far from Laoliu Lobster Restaurant, a man watched Song Tianlang and his party leave.
The corner of his mouth curled slightly, and the man had a sinister look on his face.
When we returned to the military area, it was already a quarter past nine in the evening.
Hu Yueyue hurriedly finished washing up and went to bed directly with her computer. She leaned lazily on the head of the bed with two pillows under her head, holding the computer in her hand, opened the document she had saved before, and started typing.
stand up.
She is writing a novel, continuing the novel she wrote about her military journey. She imagined the heroine to be herself, and the hero to be Song Tianlang. She brought in all the calm, ups and downs, rippling, and tangled emotions of the hero and heroine! From
From the vague ambiguity of the first acquaintance, to the mutual heart-to-heart, to the sadness of the male protagonist being in danger because of the female protagonist, she couldn't help but burst into tears as she wrote.
In fact, she is really not a crybaby. It’s only when she finds resonance because of the outside world or novels and TV shows that she becomes sad and bursts into tears!
However, her appearance at this moment shocked Song Tianlang who had just come out of the bathroom.
Is this a crazy situation? Why are you crying!?
His cold and hard brows were wrinkled into the Chinese character "Sichuan". He wiped himself with a towel casually a few times, then went directly to bed. He turned off the computer in Hu Yueyue's hand and placed it on the bedside. He hugged her distressedly and patted her.
Back, thin lips whisper——
"You coward, why are you crying?"
It's over. If Uncle Song hadn't spoken, or if he had spoken softly, maybe a certain girl would have just silently choked up and shed a few tears. But as soon as these five incomprehensible words came out, the tears were like a dam bursting.
It usually flows in a gurgling stream. All the little grievances and unhappiness accumulated in daily life come out all at once.
She felt uncomfortable in her heart, so uncomfortable! And all these discomforts came from the man around her. She only cared about it because she fell in love with him, and she was even more afraid that she would hold him back. The jealousy in her head was eating away at her sourly.
Her internal organs, coupled with the danger she felt in the lobster shop before, made Hu Yueyue cry even more violently.
He pursed his lips and said, "I'm going to cry and I want you to take care of me!"
"Okay, I don't care, but please stop crying, okay?"
"If it's not good, I'll cry!"
Song Tianlang was completely at his wits end. When a man meets a woman crying, he can either let her cry for a while, or just whisper comfort for a while. But Song Tianlang is the most depressing and saddening person.
sad!
Wrinkling, Uncle Song fell down on the bed a little upset and angrily. He didn't even go to get the pillow she occupied, and turned off the light and closed his eyes.
However, the little girl's choking sound made his heart ache. After Song Tianlang took the bill, he looked at Hu Yueyue standing still with her eyebrows furrowed, and strode over, "He's suffering from a demonic disease."
?”
Hearing this, his eyebrows relaxed, he regained his concentration, and a smile appeared on his lips. Hu Yueyue looked at Song Tianlang and said, "Have you finished settling the bill?"
"Well!" Mr. Song pulled her hand tightly, held her hand gently in his arms, and walked towards the door!
Hu Yueyue let him hug her, and her mind kept thinking about the smile that appeared at the corner of the man's mouth when he turned around. Although the meaning was unclear, he was sensitive and felt that there was definitely a deep meaning in that smile.
And she always felt that there was a danger in that profound meaning that made her panic. She unconsciously frowned and bit her lips, and her black and white eyes were solemn.
The group of people left Laoliu Lobster House, everyone went their separate ways, got in their cars and left.
So no one noticed that in an ordinary black Binyue RV not far from Laoliu Lobster Restaurant, a man watched Song Tianlang and his party leave.
The corner of his mouth curled slightly, and the man had a sinister look on his face.
When we returned to the military area, it was already a quarter past nine in the evening.
Hu Yueyue hurriedly finished washing up and went to bed directly with her computer. She leaned lazily on the head of the bed with two pillows under her head, holding the computer in her hand, opened the document she had saved before, and started typing.
stand up.
She is writing a novel, continuing the novel she wrote about her military journey. She imagined the heroine to be herself, and the hero to be Song Tianlang. She brought in all the calm, ups and downs, rippling, and tangled emotions of the hero and heroine! From
From the vague ambiguity of the first acquaintance, to the mutual heart-to-heart, to the sadness of the male protagonist being in danger because of the female protagonist, she couldn't help but burst into tears as she wrote.
In fact, she is really not a crybaby. It’s only when she finds resonance because of the outside world or novels and TV shows that she becomes sad and bursts into tears!
However, her appearance at this moment shocked Song Tianlang who had just come out of the bathroom.
Is this a crazy situation? Why are you crying!?
His cold and hard brows were wrinkled into the Chinese character "Sichuan". He wiped himself with a towel casually a few times, then went directly to bed. He turned off the computer in Hu Yueyue's hand and placed it on the bedside. He hugged her distressedly and patted her.
Back, thin lips whisper——
"You coward, why are you crying?"
It's over. If Uncle Song hadn't spoken, or if he had spoken softly, maybe a certain girl would have just silently choked up and shed a few tears. But as soon as these five incomprehensible words came out, the tears were like a dam bursting.
It usually flows in a gurgling stream. All the little grievances and unhappiness accumulated in daily life come out all at once.
She felt uncomfortable in her heart, so uncomfortable! And all these discomforts came from the man around her. She only cared about it because she fell in love with him, and she was even more afraid that she would hold him back. The jealousy in her head was eating away at her sourly.
Her internal organs, coupled with the danger she felt in the lobster shop before, made Hu Yueyue cry even more violently.
He pursed his lips and said, "I'm going to cry and I want you to take care of me!"
"Okay, I don't care, but please stop crying, okay?"
"If it's not good, I'll cry!"
Song Tianlang was completely at his wits end. When a man meets a woman crying, he can either let her cry for a while, or just whisper comfort for a while. But Song Tianlang is the most depressing and saddening person.
sad!
Wrinkling, Uncle Song fell down on the bed a little upset and angrily. He didn't even go to get the pillow she occupied, and turned off the light and closed his eyes.
However, the choking sound of Xiao Nizi made his heart ache...