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Song Yiyuan was unhappy and looked very calm.
Yu Yi looked at her for a while and felt that there was nothing wrong with her. He didn¡¯t think there was anything wrong with Song Yiyuan drinking two glasses of watermelon juice. Song Yiyuan drank the watermelon juice quietly, and he could just read the financial statements.
For a while, the only sound left in the study was the sound of Song Yiyuan drinking.
The watermelon juice for two people is definitely not enough for one person to drink. Song Yiyuan drank until she hiccupped, and there was still a third left on both sides.
Twenty -eight years old, there is a student of Bai Yueguang, which is normal.
??Everyone becomes better and better because he has someone he likes and has the power to change.
The reason why she can enjoy Yu Yi today is because he has experienced what he has experienced in the past to become such a person.
Accept the marks of others on each other.
Song Yiyuan looked at him.
The man has long hands and feet, full muscles, and a broad chest. He is very handsome and manly.
¡°He was once a fat man weighing 200 pounds, but he became like this because of a girl.
Maybe you will study hard for that girl, ask around about things related to her, create chance encounters again and again, and learn to write love letters.
He is so boring, he will definitely not talk to her. He doesn't speak, but he loves her silently.
Song Yiyuan felt sour in her heart.
¡°Bang!¡±
Yu Yi looked over.
Song Yiyuan was so angry that she put the cup heavily into the storage tray, "Let's go."
Yu Yi was at a loss.
The footsteps coming downstairs became heavier with each step, and Song Yiyuan ran to the flower hall to water the flowers and plants.
Why are you angry? Yu Yi thought about it and was a little unsure - because of looking at the financial statements?
After a while, Yu Yi came down, scanned the living room, and saw no one, so he asked Aunt Zhao, "Where's the wife?"
"Where's the flower hall."
Yu Yi turned a corner and went to the flower hall.
Song Yiyuan turned her back to him and was tinkering with something. When he got closer, he found that Song Yiyuan was folding hats from the leaves of the small money tree, one by one, and putting them all on the petals of the gem flower.
Yu Yi: ""
Song Yiyuan felt someone approaching and turned around to take a look. Seeing that the person coming was Yu Yi, his eyes were cold, his lips pursed, and he didn't want to pay attention to anyone. He folded another hat and put it on the gem flower.
As a man, Yu Yi doesn¡¯t like this hat very much. But he wasn't quite sure what Song Yiyuan was doing.
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"I also want to see your photo album." He said this suddenly without any clue.
Yu Yi went up with her to look at the photos.
Everything was fine in the first place, but when she turned to the photo album of junior high school, Song Yiyuan looked at every photo very carefully, wishing she could use a magnifying glass to see clearly the snails on the flower stand at the school gate.
Yu Yi didn¡¯t know why.
Seeing a photo of Yu Yi and a boy, he asked: "Who is this?"
Yu Yi glanced at him, looking a bit handsome, and didn't answer.
Song Yiyuan glanced at him.
Yu Yi said in a muffled voice: "Peng Yong."
"Are you still in touch?"
"Not related."
"oh."
Song Yiyuan looked at the next picture, pretending to be casual and asked: "Why did you suddenly get a strip from more than 200 kilograms?"
Yu Yi remained silent.
"Let's chat." Song Yiyuan coquettishly said, "Tell more about interesting things in the past."
Yu Yi: ¡°There¡¯s nothing to say.¡±
"That's because you don't know how to say it." Song Yiyuan said, "You don't know how to say it, so I'll ask you. I'll answer each question, okay?" She blinked, very gentle and harmless.
Yu Yi¡¯s heart softened, ¡°Okay.¡±
"Who was your best friend in middle school?"
"Chen Zhenghao."
"What do you usually play?"
¡°Play football.¡±
"Football?"
"Um."
"You like football very much?"
"fine."
"Where is he?"
"like very much."
"Oh." Song Yiyuan smiled, "Which team do you like?"
"AC Milan."
Song Yiyuan stopped asking and changed the topic: "You have been the squad leader for six years in elementary school. Why did you stop being the monitor when you entered junior high school?"
"You have to learn."
¡°?Yu girls¡±.
She actually found two.
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I can¡¯t afford to come. People who like girls are different from people who don¡¯t like girls. Look at Dayu¡ª¡ª
There is a picture attached, which is the back view of Yu Yi running on the dark playground.
An earlier one.
I bumped into someone washing underwear today. Tsk, young Dayu, I guess he likes girls in his heart.
Song Yiyuan felt even more sad.
¡°Am I doing this when I¡¯m full? Love like it or not.
Thinking back to how Yu Yi seemed to care just now, my mood became more than just sore, it hurt a little bit, like needle pricks, pricking here and there, making people upset.
There was a letter written by Yu Yi on the bedside. Song Yiyuan couldn't help but take it and read it again.
"You can do whatever you want, you can do nothing."
It¡¯s very sweet. But why? How can anyone be so open-minded about accepting everything about another person from the beginning?
You see, I just know that you once liked a girl, and it was like a lump in your throat and made me feel uncomfortable. I only cared a little bit about it, and I was very unhappy.
Why are you willing to accept me right away, so effortlessly?
I think there are many reasons, and after much thinking, it¡¯s probably that I don¡¯t like you that much, and I don¡¯t care that much, so you just say ¡°I don¡¯t care what kind of person you are¡±?
Song Yiyuan couldn't help but her eyes turned red. Sour and embarrassed, angry and sad.
The door opened.
Song Yiyuan wrapped herself in a quilt and buried her head deeply.
Yu Yi goes to bed.
Song Yiyuan rolled to the side.
Yu Yi paused.
The lights are off. Song Yiyuan turned on her phone and checked Weibo.
The popular ones are all so boring. Song Yiyuan's interest was waning. The hottest one was 18th, and the topic was "I don't like your performance."
One said: "Don't take the initiative."
One said: ¡°When I chat with you, I always say ¡®um¡¯ and ¡®oh¡¯. I have no expression and I don¡¯t take the initiative to pick up the topic. It¡¯s like I¡¯m chatting with a machine.¡±
? One said: "If you repeatedly decide whether a boy likes you or not, then he doesn't like you."
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He was right.
You see, after going to bed for so long, I have no intention of hugging her or saying "good night" to her. Every time she asked for something, it was her who took the initiative. If she didn't take the initiative, she wouldn't refuse, she wouldn't be responsible, and she wouldn't commit.
Song Yiyuan was even more sad.
Probably, just right? Maybe he didn't like her as much as she thought?
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