Jia Ru can come back

Chapter 176 I'm Actually Just Making Excuses
Compared to Xiao Dong, indifferent may not be able to do it, but at least he can keep his face calm: "Senior, it's been three years and you're still angry with me. There are many people with wrong professions, so don't be so harsh on me." If you have a chance, go to my drink shop and try the drink I developed myself."

Xiao Dong's addiction to coffee is worse than mine.I remember once, he deliberately ordered two glasses of Blue Mountain to lure me to drink, just to prevent me from quitting the addiction.

Perhaps it was my "senior" that moved him, and finally his frowning brows slowly relaxed. He glanced at me and asked, "When did you learn how to make drinks? Can you drink it?"

I couldn't help laughing, reported the address of the store, thought for a while and said: "If you don't have time, you can also order takeaway, can you drink it and wait for the senior to taste it before commenting."

Xiao Dong snorted softly: "You want to send me away for takeaway? There's no door. I'll go there after get off work tomorrow. Don't fool me with those sweet and greasy drinks. What's the name of the shop?"

"Bashan night rain."

He was startled when he heard the name of the store, "Is there any special meaning?"

I shook my head, "I just randomly found a name on the Internet."

At this moment, Mi Li ran out of the box at the other end of the corridor and shouted at me in a high voice: "Mom, grandma said she was leaving." Then he ran in again.

"Is it your son?" Xiao Dong asked.

I nodded and turned my head to say goodbye to him, but unexpectedly, I was asked after meeting his gaze: "Is Zhou Yu there? I'll go over and say hello to him." After two seconds of silence, I replied: "He If you don't have something to do tonight, next time."

When I walked back, I could feel Xiao Dong's gaze was on my back. I used to be afraid that he would see through my thoughts, but now, even I can't see through my thoughts, so I have nothing to hide that's it.

After leaving the hotel, my mother was particularly silent on the way back, occasionally looking over with complicated eyes.Knowing what she was thinking, when I arrived at the apartment building and offered to go upstairs with me, I found an excuse to decline it. I thought it would be better to put an end to it earlier.

Mi Li gets sleepy as long as he gets in the car, so when I got out of the car, I carried him directly to the apartment.I just walked to the elevator and pressed the button, but Mi Li, who was dozing off on my shoulder, suddenly called out in surprise, "Uncle?"

I turned around and saw a figure standing in the corner of the aisle. The dim light on the body softened the lines, not as strong and tough as in the daytime.

The man came out of the shadows, and when he got close, he deliberately tilted his head to look at me.

There was a ding sound behind me, the elevator had come down, I frowned slightly, turned around and walked into the elevator.Unexpectedly, there was a flash of a figure in front of my eyes, and I saw him step inside first, and then stood inside and looked at me.

I was baffled, but Mi Li was amazed by his actions: "Uncle, why did you go inside?"

Facing the question of rice grains, he blinked and replied, "Because uncle knows the teleportation technique."

Mi Li's eyes suddenly lit up, and he raised his neck excitedly and asked, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Didn't you invite your uncle to come to your house to paint for you? Uncle has been waiting downstairs in your house for you to come back."

Mi Li turned her head and looked at me with hopeful eyes, "Mom, is it okay?"

I tried to keep my face calm and refused softly: "No, it's too late, uncle is going home and you have class tomorrow."

"But the rest of the students in the class have finished drawing, and I'm the only one who didn't finish drawing." Mi Li drooped her head in disappointment.

"How long does it take to draw? Are you afraid of me?" Someone said.

If he hadn't occupied the favorable terrain in the elevator, I really didn't want to pay attention to him.But in the face of the situation at this time, he didn't have a good face, and asked in a deep voice: "What are you going to do?"

With black eyes fixed, he said, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Don't want to answer, can't you?"

"No." He shook his head. Seeing that the elevator door was about to close, he stretched out his hand and pressed the button, and then simply walked out from the inside to block the door. He pointed to his head and said, "You lost a The bomb is here, there is no reason to throw it away and let it go. Why do you want Mi Li to paint his father like me?"

He repeated the question again.

I saw his eyes flickering, my thoughts turned countless times, and finally replied in a soft voice: "Because Mi Li has never seen his father."

Astonishment flashed in his eyes, it seemed that the answer I gave was different from what he had originally imagined, so he immediately asked: "Why?"

At this time, I could have blocked it with one sentence-what does it have to do with you?
But when he turned his eyes back to Mi Li's face, he paused and said, "I divorced his father."

The space was silent for two seconds before he responded: "Oh, so, that... I didn't mean to poach your privacy, but... I was just curious, and I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't figure it out."

I ignored his words, and lowered my eyes and asked: "Can you step aside and let us go upstairs now? Mi Li has to go to school tomorrow, and he is sleepy." This is true, although Mi Li was excited after seeing him, but Playing around with Little Walnut all night, by now he was yawning one after another.

He pouted, and finally got out of the way of the elevator door.

I stepped inside and decisively pressed the floor button, the elevator door slowly closed, and the man outside kept staring at me quietly.I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the door closed and the elevator went up.

It can be a bit of a headache, the situation is always out of my control.If I were to make an assessment of him, there are only two words that can describe him now—difficult.

After taking a shower for Mi Li, I heard a beep coming from the bag. I walked over to find the phone, and saw two messages on it from two different numbers, also without signature.The number in the previous article appeared more frequently in the past two days, and there was an inexplicable sentence written on it: Actually, I was just making excuses.

Forgive my brain circuit for not being able to keep up with his rhythm, I really can't figure out the deep meaning of these words.

After a little hesitation, he entered a note on the number—him.

The last one came in just now, and it was also an inexplicable sentence: Xiaoru, have you ever regretted it?
Is the hair and text messages so endless this year?But I can roughly guess that this number belongs to Xiao Dong. Since I left the court, I have changed to a new mobile phone and a new mobile phone number, which can be regarded as officially cutting off contact with the past.

But it turned out that I never logged out of that number, and even deposited phone charges in it, and set it to only receive one incoming call, and block all others.And that old mobile phone has been kept in the drawer of the bedside table, and I have developed the habit of charging it every three days.Only, it never sounded.

I've been feeling restless for the past few days, and I've forgotten this habit I've kept for more than three years. I took out my old mobile phone from the drawer and checked it. It's black screen and out of battery.I glanced at the other one next to my hand, and thought that there was no need to continue charging it.

After the long holiday, the business will always slow down, and customers will only come at a fixed time as usual.So I have more time for leisure, so Mingzai and Xiaohua got together to chat, I settled the accounts of the previous three days and didn't join them.

Xiaohua asked Mingzai: "Do you think the thirty-cup handsome guy will come over today?"

"I won't come. Doesn't he think the tea I make doesn't suit my taste?"

"You are stupid, that's because he wants to drink the tea made by our lady boss."

I couldn't help coughing when I heard this. Is there any employee who gossips like this in front of the boss?
As a result, the two people over there pretended not to hear, and continued to chat...

Ming Zai said a little unconvinced: "Xiao Hua, come and comment. Is the tea I make not as good as the boss's?"

Xiao Hua rested her chin and thought for a while, then said to the point: "Not really, it's a matter of opinion whether it's good or not, just like our regular customers like your craftsmanship, but some people may like the proprietress."

"..." It's not that I'm not calm, but that the more I continue to get used to these two, the more outrageous my words become.He raised his eyes from the computer and was about to speak, when his eyes caught the glass door that was pushed open and stopped.

Xiao Hua immediately turned her head when she heard the sound, and shouted with high professional awareness: "Welcome."

The visitor glanced at him and walked towards the bar. Xiao Hua stepped forward and asked, "Sir, would you like something to drink?"

Her eyes only glanced over Xiao Hua, and then settled on me, "Would you recommend me?" Xiao Hua looked at the other party and then at me, with the expression of a crowd eating melons.

Sighing secretly, I got up from the bar and asked softly, "Didn't you say you came over after get off work?"

Xiao Dong was still surprised that he would come, thinking that yesterday was just a few pleasantries.After all, back then... I turned my thoughts away and didn't mention the beginning, now that he's here, I have to entertain him personally.

The tune was Lemon Blue Mountain. After pushing the cup over, Xiao Dong frowned after looking at it, "Is there no coffee?"

"You should try it first."

Hearing this, Xiao Dong picked up the cup, took a sip from his lips, and then raised his eyes, with doubts in his eyes: "Lanshan?"

"Don't you like to drink Blue Mountain the most?"

"But it's not coffee."

I smiled slightly, poured the rest of the drink into my cup, took a sip, and said, "We drink tea to satisfy our taste buds, not coffee, and coffee tastes fine."

Xiao Dong was silent for a moment, then asked quietly: "Do you think coffee is just smell?"

Seeing that I was silent, he shook his head, and said directly: "You are wrong, coffee is not a taste, but an addiction, an addiction that is difficult to quit after drinking. The taste can be imitated, but without the caffeine , it’s not coffee.”

I can understand that for a person who drinks coffee all the year round and every day, it is not so easy to accept that coffee has become a drink.But I still want to express my point of view: "Addiction is a disease, which shows that it is not good. In addition, besides the taste, it is actually just the mind. Since the taste can be replaced, why not get rid of the heart addiction?" ?”

Xiao Dong laughed, "Xiao Ru, now you are a philosopher instead."

I also laughed.

The sense of distance extended by time seems to be shortened with this smile.

(End of this chapter)