Sweetheart,Don't run away

But now, this person said to leave, this mood began to be a little sad, but there is no feast in the world, many things, can't decide, can't change. The only thing that can change and decide is yourself.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow. I'd better go back to my villa. It's always empty." Mo Yanke didn't make it clear.

"Well, you'll pick me up tomorrow." There is a saying that it's better to do what you want to do with your heart than to struggle there. Jinghao once said that in fact, the only person she loves is mo Yanke. During that time, she repeatedly asked herself what her feelings for Mo Yanke are. It should be love. She thought that she was young, maybe she didn't understand it, maybe she was just new to Mo Yanke Fresh, but it's not. She can't forget it.

After dinner, Mo Yanke sent her back to Jinghao's villa. She promised to go back to his villa tomorrow afternoon. But she thought that after this time, the relationship between her and Mo Yanke would be good, but it turned out that it was not. After all, God still liked to make fun of her.

As expected, there was no one in the villa. She searched all the rooms in the villa. After confirming that it was empty, she could not help squatting down and shed tears. To Jinghao, she thought he was a friend, but once he left, maybe he would never come back, or maybe he would come back. I don't know when it was.

It seems that the people who accompany her always leave one by one.

She collected the things Jinghao gave her today. One day, these things can still be returned to her. She took them as temporary storage, and then called Xiaole. I made an appointment to have dinner together tomorrow. Fortunately, tomorrow is also the weekend. Xiaole doesn't have class.

Since Xiaole was with Shen Luo, he refused all the miscellaneous part-time jobs at the weekend. Only the bar work, Xiaole insisted. Besides, the salary of the bar work is considerable, and it's Shen Luo's territory, so he agreed.

"You're a dead girl. You haven't contacted me for so many days. Do you want me to worry about death?" Kang Xiaole's hot temper was exposed immediately.

"Xiaole, calm down. You have to be a lady. You see you are with Shen Luo now. You have to change your hot temper and be gentle." Only in the face of Kang Xiaole, AI Meng will say so happily.

"He doesn't dare. If he dares to do something wrong to me, I'll take care of her. By the way, Mengmeng, you come early tomorrow. We haven't been together for a long time. You come early and we'll have lunch together. I'll take you to a restaurant I found recently. It's delicious. There's a roast chicken wing in it. I can eat six at a time. "

"Kang Xiaole, you pig, so you can eat. You are not allowed to rob me tomorrow. Give me more plates. I have to eat a lot too. I haven't eaten these things for a long time. Is it as delicious as the snack street next to our school before?"

"It's more delicious than that. Don't mention it. The taste is absolutely first-class, and the chicken feet inside are also very good."

"Kang Xiaole, you must be greedy. Tell me this at night. You want to tempt me

"It's not."

The two chatted for a long time before they hung up the phone. But they made an appointment to have a party the next day. On that night, Aimeng didn't have insomnia. Maybe there was a feeling that the dust had settled down.

Wake up early the next day, simply cleaned up the villa, but found that, in fact, stay here is not much memory, the only impressive or her suicide that time, but think really ridiculous.

There are not many things. It's really quick to find the opportunity to walk back and forth recently.

Outside, the wind is bleak and the leaves are falling all over the ground, but the loss in my heart comes in bursts.

I went to the place agreed with Xiaole. As soon as I went in, I saw Xiaole waving over there, "come on, come on, Mengmeng, I've ordered the delicious food. Come on."

It's more than 10 o'clock in the morning. There are not many people in the shop. The two women are sitting happily together.

Recently, she found that her appetite is a little good, that is, these days, when she saw that she could always eat a lot of food, the roasted wings were sent up all of a sudden, full of two big plates, but somehow, with the smell, she suddenly felt a little nauseous.

Frowned, "Xiaole, how can you feel a kind of taste?"

"Ah, no, Shen Luo and I have eaten in this shop twice. I eat a lot every time. I think it tastes good." Finish saying good picked up a eat up, taste is still so good.

AI Meng also reached out and picked up a middle wing with chopsticks, then happily bit it. Just as soon as I entered, the strong feeling of nausea came up. Cover mouth, is a burst of retching, "Xiaole, where is the toilet." Kang Xiaole pointed, and then she ran to the bathroom, "vomit --" and all she vomited was a burst of sour water. Originally, I didn't eat anything. I only took a bite of the chicken wings. Naturally, there was nothing to vomit.

Kang Xiaole came in in a hurry, patted her on the back and asked with concern. "Are you all right? Are you having a bad stomach. Or something. "Aimeng shook his head, "I'm ok. Maybe it's because of my bad appetite these two days. Then when I eat greasy food, it's like this. Is it because the meat here is not good?"

"But it's not right. I eat a lot every time I come here. I'm fine every time I eat. And this boss and Shen Luo seem to love you only. Every time we come here, we get a discount. It's reasonable that things should be good. "

Aimeng wiped his mouth and washed his hands. "I don't know. Go out. I'm fine."

However, Kang Xiaole went back to the dining table with disbelief and glared carefully. He didn't see anything wrong. He was still eating the delicious roast chicken wings. He couldn't help picking up the meat kebab and eating it. He didn't feel anything wrong with it. On the contrary, I feel that the more I eat, the more delicious I feel.

Aimeng slowly came over and sat down on one side, but he was far away from the two plates of chicken wings. He looked alert, but he laughed Kang Xiaole to death. "Mengmeng, today you are doomed not to taste this delicious food, so I'm not polite. Here's the menu. You can order something else. Wait a minute, don't say I didn't treat you well. Otherwise Shen Luo will blame me. "

Kang Xiaole smiles, and then continues to eat her roasted wings. Aimeng picks up the menu and orders a bowl of light noodles. She also thinks it's strange that it was good yesterday. How could it be like this today.