Although one of these two men is in the past tense and the other is in the present tense to her, there is a subtle difference in the process of getting along with them.
"Oh, um, I'll watch it for a while and then go to sleep." The question in my mind has appeared more than once.
And she never delved into the answer to her question, but she always felt that the answer seemed to be coming out, but she still refused to admit it.
"kindness."
Neither of them are the kind of people who are very good at chatting. When An Jingxing heard the word "gracious" coming from the other end of the phone, he couldn't help but fall silent. The same was true on the other end of the phone. The transoceanic call was still connected, but who among the two of them was
Neither of them spoke again.
The silence lasted for about five minutes.
An Jingxing calmed down. After all, she and this man were no longer strangers. They had slept with him more than once, and they were still shy and blushing.
Thinking in his mind, An Jingxing gradually became more courageous. Before the phone was hung up, he closed his eyes and spoke.
"Mr. Tang, actually I have something to ask you tonight!"
"Yeah." A calm tone.
"I want Miss Monica's contact information. It would be better if you could give me the phone number you used to contact her at that time." Although the two are now boyfriend and girlfriend, judging from what happened before,
Monica must have had something with this man.
Although she didn't intend to delve too much into it, her actions could be regarded as intervening in his personal privacy to some extent, right?
Will he be unhappy?
Just when An Jingxing was in a state of confusion.
There was a voice on the other end of the phone that was neither gentle nor serious, "Yeah."
"You... agreed so easily?" An Jingxing was a little surprised. She was originally prepared for the possibility of making him unhappy. "Why don't you ask me why I need to know this?"
"You have your reasons for wanting to be natural. You will naturally tell me what you want to say."
"So, what this means is that if I don't want to tell you the reason now, you won't force me to ask?" At this moment, An Jingxing really had some doubts. Is this man really so generous, or is he treating Monica like that?
Women don’t care at all?
Or, both?
"kindness."
"Mr. Tang, are you so ruthless to every woman you have ever been with?" An Jingxing, who was feeling slightly unhappy and completely relaxed, gradually began to return to his usual outspoken demeanor.
appearance.
"..."
"Are Lisa and Monica like this, or have you always missed Lezhen and Lezhu's mother?" Maybe it was because of the phone call that she had many questions that she couldn't say when she faced him before, but now
On the contrary, I could say it easily.
She was lying on the big bed with the phone in hand, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open, but her mind flashed back to the man's profound expression when he talked about Le Zhen and Le Zhu's mother in the cinema that day.
"You don't want to tell me your Chinese name, maybe it's not because it sounds ugly, but you don't want me to know it, right?"
There was still no answer on the phone, and An Jingxing couldn't help but guess in his mind the man's expression at this time. Was he frowning or cold, angry or helpless?
"Mr. Tang, don't worry, I won't touch anything you don't want me to know."
Although one of these two men is in the past tense and the other is in the present tense to her, there is a subtle difference in the process of getting along with them.
"Oh, um, I'll watch it for a while and then go to sleep." The question in my mind has appeared more than once.
And she never delved into the answer to her question, but she always felt that the answer seemed to be coming out, but she still refused to admit it.
"kindness."
Neither of them are the kind of people who are very good at chatting. When An Jingxing heard the word "gracious" coming from the other end of the phone, he couldn't help but fall silent. The same was true on the other end of the phone. The transoceanic call was still connected, but who among the two of them was
Neither of them spoke again.
The silence lasted for about five minutes.
An Jingxing calmed down. After all, she and this man were no longer strangers. They had slept with him more than once, and they were still shy and blushing.
Thinking in his mind, An Jingxing gradually became more courageous. Before the phone was hung up, he closed his eyes and spoke.
"Mr. Tang, actually I have something to ask you tonight!"
"Yeah." A calm tone.
"I want Miss Monica's contact information. It would be better if you could give me the phone number you used to contact her at that time." Although the two are now boyfriend and girlfriend, judging from what happened before,
Monica must have had something with this man.
Although she didn't intend to delve too much into it, her actions could be regarded as intervening in his personal privacy to some extent, right?
Will he be unhappy?
Just when An Jingxing was in a state of confusion.
There was a voice on the other end of the phone that was neither gentle nor serious, "Yeah."
"You... agreed so easily?" An Jingxing was a little surprised. She was originally prepared for the possibility of making him unhappy. "Why don't you ask me why I need to know this?"
"You have your reasons for wanting to be natural. You will naturally tell me what you want to say."
"So, what this means is that if I don't want to tell you the reason now, you won't force me to ask?" At this moment, An Jingxing really had some doubts. Is this man really so generous, or is he treating Monica like that?
Women don’t care at all?
Or, both?
"kindness."
"Mr. Tang, are you so ruthless to every woman you have ever been with?" An Jingxing, who was feeling slightly unhappy and completely relaxed, gradually began to return to his usual outspoken demeanor.
appearance.
"..."
"Are Lisa and Monica like this, or have you always missed Lezhen and Lezhu's mother?" Maybe it was because of the phone call that she had many questions that she couldn't say when she faced him before, but now
On the contrary, I could say it easily.
She was lying on the big bed with the phone in hand, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open, but her mind flashed back to the man's profound expression when he talked about Le Zhen and Le Zhu's mother in the cinema that day.
"You don't want to tell me your Chinese name, maybe it's not because it sounds ugly, but you don't want me to know it, right?"
There was still no answer on the phone. An Jingxing couldn't help but guess in his mind the man's expression at this time. Was he frowning or cold, angry or helpless?
"Mr. Tang, don't worry, I won't touch anything you don't want me to know."
