The next day is Friday, and the quasi-weekend evening is especially suitable for a date.
However, Liang Yixun was really helpless and had no choice but to participate in the activities of the "Alluring Love" dating agency.
The blind date conference was held in a high-end restaurant, where handsome men and women in gorgeous clothes were chatting and laughing with champagne.
She has never been good at speaking or drinking, so she feels like an outlier here.
"Ms. Liang, why haven't you spoken?"
"I do not know what to say."
"Say whatever you want! Don't be shy, everyone is the same, don't be embarrassed, just say whatever you want!"
"Yeah." Liang Yixun nodded a little guiltily. She really didn't know what to say. Their topic was so exciting!
"By the way, I saw a joke on Weibo yesterday. It was a question for the Level 8 Chinese major exam: read the passage and answer the questions. Xiaohong: "Your sister, my aunt hasn't come this month. I'm so worried."
You're just cheating!" Who is the most worried in the passage? a, Xiaohong's sister; b, Xiaohong's mother; c, Xiaohong's sister; d, Xiaohong's father; e, Xiaohong's aunt; f, Xiaohong's aunt
Red yourself."
"No! The one who is most worried should be Xiaohong's boyfriend!"
"Haha..." The men and women laughed together.
Liang Yixun's face flushed slightly. She really couldn't adapt to this kind of gathering of people to tell dirty jokes.
My head aches.
"Ms. Liang, I see you are gentle and quiet, a typical good wife and mother. Men love this the most. How come you are still here today?"
Being asked by name again, Liang Yixun slowly raised his head.
Oh my god, what's going on? Why do they keep spinning?
"Miss Liang?"
"My... best friend once said something... There are two types of leftover women: one is looked down upon by no one, and the other is looked down upon by no one. There are also two types of leftover men: one who doesn't know what it is.
ài, the other kind of people don’t know what zuoai is.”
As soon as the words fell, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then started joking, "Oh, Miss Liang is a real person and doesn't show her face. Well said, well said! Come, let's toast to Miss Liang!"
Facing the enthusiastic invitations from a group of men and women, Liang Yixun felt even more dizzy, and even her vision became confused. The whole world was spinning, spinning... spinning...
With a "dong" sound, the wine glass fell down and she fell down.
"Miss Liang!"
"She must have drunk too much, right? Waiter, give me a cup of hangover tea!"
"Wait a minute!" A magnetic bass sounded like a clear spring in the chaos. As he spoke, a tall man walked out from the corner.
The man is very tall, not less than 1.85 meters by visual inspection, with a slender figure and a well-proportioned frame, not too majestic but not weak either. He can be called a standard clothes hanger.
It is precisely because of this that he can wear a pair of very simple black casual pants and an ordinary light-colored sweatshirt with a different taste, simple but not simple.
With her neat short hair and bronzed skin, she looks very stylish no matter how she looks.
Eyes like the dark night are not harsh and intimidating, but they definitely cannot be called gentle. They are contradictory but not inconsistent. They only give people a sense of mystery.