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Chapter 57

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    I go to coffee shops almost every day, usually near my residence, and look for some unique shops in the streets and alleys on weekends.

    Most of them won't sit for too long, just a cup of coffee.

    With this cup of coffee, you can actually meet a lot of interesting people.

    It is not accurate to say that people are different faces.

    The long-haired girl sitting in the corner drinking coffee alone looks like an oil painting.  Under the afternoon sun, one could even see a soft halo beside her.

    The phone rang, and the quiet oil painting girl answered the phone, uttering words like strings of beads, and her voice was like silver bells.

    As the conversation deepened, she probably had a dispute with the person on the phone, so she sat up straight.  Point-to-point analysis, strong defense of one's point of viewThe cadence is strong and powerful, combined with extremely rich body language

    After hanging up the phone, she took a sip of coffee, leaned back into the chair, and saw that beautiful afternoon oil painting again.

    Once again, it was a man in a white shirt and black trousers.  It should be that he came down to have a drink between work, sat on the sofa with coffee, and looked tired.

    He looked at the phone for a while, but he didn't know what he saw, and suddenly put the phone on the table angrily, making a loud noise.

    He put down his coffee and suddenly covered his face tightly, his expression no longer visible.

    When the phone rang, he let go of his hand, behind which was the anger and sadness that hadn't had time to take back.

    He stabilized, the phone was connected, a smile was already on his face, his words were elegant and polite, and his tone was very comfortable and friendly.

    After finishing the call, he hung up the phone, drank the coffee in one gulp, crumpled the coffee cup and threw it into the trash can.  Taking a deep breath, he walked away quickly.

    I have always felt that the telephone method is much more intimate than a string of character information.  And we seem to be used to identifying emotions from voices.

    The listener who hung up the phone: Is there a mistake?  She turned out to be such a fierce and aggressive girl Well, he sounds like he's in a good mood, he must have had a good day

    But is what we heard really true?

    Still, it's just one aspect of it.

    I feel like I need to explain, there is no way to avoid the encounter without the hobby of spying on others, ahem, why not explain.  .  .  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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