I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

"Yes, or it will be broken."

Sayuri smiled far-fetched and gave up a seat from the sofa.

"Then I really want to eat."

Take out a pair of knives and forks from the coffee table, Hiratsuka tentatively said.

"Eat it or eat it."

"Hey, this resentful taste makes people lose their appetite at all, so I don't want to eat it anymore."

Throwing away the tableware, Shizuka seems to be in a good mood today. The reason is that many men deliberately paid attention to her when she went to the restaurant to eat. Sure enough, is dressing so important for finding someone?

Pointing her index finger to Sayuri's smooth white forehead, Shizuka Hiratsuka said:

"My thoughts are all written on my face. It really doesn't look like you at all. If there is something unpleasant to say, I will hear it. If you hold it alone, you will get sick."

"No."

"Really?"

"Really not!"

As for how to deal with this friend of hers, Shizuka is more proficient than anyone else. Apart from anything else, she took out two bottles of liquor from the bag that had not been opened on the side, and smiled heartily:

"Then come and drink with me. It just happened to be happy today. Let's have a drink first!"

"Wait for Xiaojing, I won't drink white..."

Before he finished speaking, Shizuka directly drank the white wine in the clean tempered glass, put one arm around Sayuri's shoulder, and turned off the air conditioner with the other hand.

"It's boring to turn on the air conditioner on a cold day. Drinking a few glasses of the special vodka here is the way to warm your body."

"I……"

Sayuri looked at the pure-colored liquid in the cup with a complex expression, and swallowed hard, feeling the air in the room getting colder and colder. Under Hiratsuka's quiet and joyful gaze, she picked up the wine glass and took a sip...

"Cough cough cough... so terrible..."

"Don't you get used to it by drinking more? Look at me, come on, celebrate your successful boarding and have another sip!"

"There are so many reasons."

jingle!

There was a crisp sound of clashes, and I don't know how many stories could come out of the wine bureau this night.

Chapter 69: What a Sad Fate of Taunting

The sacred and pure moon hung high above the night sky, even the process of rising and falling was so beautiful and moving, like an elegant princess dancing gracefully.

Just under this pure bright moon, the moonlight casts toward the sea, and the multi-reflected moonlight finally falls on that nightdress. The beautiful black hair hangs straight across her waist, and the white face of the girl with a ruddy complexion and blurred eyesight.

"This is really... really unexpected, Xiao Jing."

Moonlight erodes the darkness and provides humans with a trace of light from the night. However, the moonlight can only be overshadowed by the technologically-savvy lighting.

Hiratsuka had fallen on the sofa and started snoring. From time to time, there was a burst of retching in his throat, but otherwise there was no movement.

Sayuri stood up slowly with her hand propped on her body, her eyes gazed at the empty bottles of vodka in front of her, and smiled bitterly:

"If you want to get someone drunk, you must first know where your bottom is. There is no saying that you can drink half a cup of yourself and someone else takes a sip. I really look down on people..."

Sayuri knows that Shizuka Hiratsuka wants to play with her. It can be regarded as to make her friends feel more at ease, so she revealed a little bit about the rift between her family and her.

"It really hasn't changed at all, the character is still so impatient."

Dragging the quilt down from the bed with difficulty, and skillfully covering it on Hiratsuka, who was asleep, she picked up the remote control of the air conditioner and kept the constant temperature at about 22 degrees, so that it would not be too cold, and she would sleep on the sofa. Shizuka's Hiratsuka doesn't feel too hot either.

The pink lips opened slightly, Sayuri supported her face and looked out the window.

"Why... everyone is more anxious than me?"

His father was very strict, and he often had no time to take care of family relationships in the interests of the family. He always felt like a robot without any personal emotions, but he didn't feel furious after knowing this.

My mother has always been timid, but she never said anything to dissuade herself. She just gave herself a bank card of hers, which contained her mother's private money for most of her life.

Xiao Jing is very irritable, always very irritable...

Sayuri's face is bitter.

After only knowing the reason why he wanted to separate from the man who didn't have much affection, he almost rushed to the UK to carry out a terrorist attack.

The only one who is not in a hurry and maintains a neutral attitude... and he is the only one.

His eyes moved back to the dessert box not far away again.

Once, for the last time... Give him something...

The trembling arms were slender and weak, and I saw that the posture of pity was full of hesitation and reluctance.

Silver teeth clenched, Sayuri stood up abruptly, but she forgot that she had actually drunk a lot, and her condition was only half a catty compared to Hiratsuka.

The body staggered and the center of gravity was slightly out of balance.

"Hey--"

Snapped!

The metacarpal bone under the little finger of her right hand knocked on the corner of the coffee table, but at the same time, her left hand was pushed **** the empty single sofa, and the reaction force rolled around on the ground, and the corners of her eyes sparkled.

"Hiss... hurts..."

Fortunately, Sayuri has practiced something, otherwise the ghost knows what it will be like.

Holding her hands to rest for a while, Sayuri only felt that her head was getting heavier and Jiu Jin had gradually risen and began to paralyze her brain nerves.

If you don’t eat it now, tomorrow...no, I’m afraid this thing will only rot on the bed.

She retracted her right hand into the sleeve of her nightdress. Sayuri struggled to pick up the dessert box and walked out. Finally, she did not forget to leave a seam in the room. After all, her nightdress has no pockets and cannot hold a room card. Far away, I'll be back after a while.

The passenger ship was still sailing, and the deck was slightly shaken. At night, the north latitude was 60...maybe it was 70 degrees now, and the feeling of the cold wind on the body was particularly painful.

Patting her stiff cheek, Sayuri followed the corridor and held it on the armrest all the way forward.

finally reached……

Boom boom boom.