Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

"Hello, Miss Song."

Obviously, song Zhiran is a frequent visitor here. As soon as she enters the gate, the waiter can call her name. This is a typical VIP treatment.

Along the way, Wu Qingluo followed song Zhiran directly into the private room, which seemed to be the treatment of VIP level.

Wu Qingluo knows that this store is usually in a hot business. It's hard to find a new one. Now, he is able to order in this box, which really takes up song Zhiran's face.

"Look at the menu. His food is not bad."

Song Zhiran threw the menu to Wu Qingluo. Then he began to look at the manicure he had just made, which seemed to make song Zhiran a little dissatisfied.

"It's up to you. I'm not particular about food."

Wu Qingluo looked at the menu again. From the beginning to the end, the price on it made her a little timid. She really didn't know what to order. She might as well do as the Romans do and follow song Zhiran's taste. Anyway, Wu Qingluo felt that she was not a picky eater and that Jane had no problem with everything.

"Good."

Song Zhiran raised his head and said nothing more. "It's the same as before, a pineapple fried dough stick, a three cup chicken, a sizzling beef fillet, a pineapple braised pork, a curry potato chip, and a new bread."

"That's enough, that's enough. We're only two people. How can we eat so much?" Listening to song Zhiran's endless report of dish names, Wu Qingluo thinks that it must be a waste if it goes on like this, so he quickly obstructs song Zhiran.

"That's it first."

Song Zhiran also felt that this was enough, so he stopped saying anything.

After the waiter wrote down the name of the dish, he left the door of the box.

"Tell me about it. Your boss is a real jerk. It's going to take marriage leave and make you go on a business trip."

Song Zhiran began to think about Wu Qingluo, which seemed to be something he could not do.

Wu Qingluo's marriage leave is just around the corner, but there is still a customer from other places who hasn't settled it. It seems that something has gone wrong. Wu Qingluo has to go a long way to settle it himself.

"There's no way. Anyway, it doesn't affect the marriage leave. Forget it."

Wu Qingluo is still weak in her heart. She always feels that there is no need to ask for anything that can be solved.

"It's just you. This kind of character is really not good. Many people will bully you."

Song Zhiran was aggrieved by Wu Qingluo.

"Hehe, Xiaoran, I know you care about me."

Wu Qingluo smiles a little. The smile on his face seems to be the sunshine of spring, which makes song Zhiran unable to say anything more. It seems to be the power of blocking all the haze and sadness, with a kind of positive kindness and strength.

The dishes soon came up, one by one, and Wu Qingluo tasted them one by one. They were really delicious. Song Zhiran was half a diner. He had visited many restaurants and had a lot of experience in eating.

"Well, follow me, right? This family's stuff is pretty good."

In fact, Wu Qingluo is very familiar with song Zhiran's character. Wu Qingluo can understand the pride and self-esteem, which is the instinct of being born in a wealthy family.

Although the two men ordered a table of dishes, they could see at a glance that it was a luxurious and wasteful feast. How could the two girls have such a big stomach? It's just a taste.

Wu Qingluo is different from Song Zhiran. He was born in a family that is not so rich. He is just an ordinary family. His life is just the life of a small family in the alley. Even if he is not rich, he is also a warm day for ordinary people. The family is harmonious and the neighborhood is harmonious. Wu Qingluo also knows that this is not the life of a rich family, or what everyone envies. If she gets something, she will lose something. Song Zhiran's arrogant character is just another disaster given to her by fate. Song Zhiran, who lost her mother since childhood, has always been loved by the family, as if to make up for her regret since childhood, Song Zhiran's family was a powerful alliance at the beginning, and his father's generation and his mother's generation were just the result of marriage. Perhaps no one can say clearly how much love there was. Song Zhiran saw all these things in his eyes. Over the years since his mother died, his father seemed to have been indifferent and indifferent, which seemed inconceivable, His father never remembers his mother's death day, as if he were an unimportant person. He is more indifferent than strangers. Song Zhiran only secretly swears that in his life, he must find someone who loves each other to form a family and complete a marriage. Otherwise, what he gets is always an empty body, and love has no real flesh and blood, It's totally impossible to interpret this great love.

A meal above, two girls to talk about some things, but is old.

"Qingluo, it's too late for you to get married. You see, all the fat girls in our class have been married for a long time."

Song Zhiran thought of his classmates in the University. The scene of the last party seemed to be fresh in his mind.

"You say fat girl, yes, it's pretty good to marry. Look, people are showing happiness. If you don't hurry up, you don't want to be so demanding. Although I know that you have to be rich and handsome to be worthy of your white beauty, some things can't be forced."

Wu Qingluo looks at Song Zhiran who is single and seems to be worried about her.

"Me?" Song Zhiran was very surprised, how suddenly he got involved in himself. He had never thought it would be such a direction.

"I'm used to it by myself. Besides, this attitude is necessary. I can't marry anyone at will. I'm not so lucky as you to find someone who loves each other."

Song Zhiran's eyes suddenly dropped down, as if he thought of something. It seemed that he suddenly went back to the past, back to the years that shouldn't have been mentioned. The things that happened and the knots that had been treated seemed to have been completely uncovered, but at this moment, the old things were mentioned again, It's like opening the scar that has been growing slowly.

Some things, do not touch, as if it does not exist, but once touched, this is to mention again, all traces are vividly, dusty memories over and over again began to be revealed, people are always involuntarily brought into such a situation.

Song Zhiran and Wu Qingluo were suddenly silent, as if they were aware of something. How could such an unbearable memory be restored? How many words resolved the estrangement? No one could know what happened. It was just that such a friendship was hard won. Song Zhiran and Wu Qingluo didn't want to do something meaningless, After all, if we lose this friendship which is hard to repair, we still have to look ahead. The past things behind us have always been brought into the tunnel of departure by time. Time is a thief who steals some memories and good things, but still leaves some beautiful things for people. Those long-standing qualities and memories will always leave a part of them.

The silence of the meal, the waiter served one by one, reported the name of the dishes, as if they could not break the silence between the two people, only heard the sound of chopsticks and plates gently touching, the atmosphere in the air condensed more and more tense, as if it was an illusion that everything was going to explode in such a space.

It's like a test. There must be a result after all. Everyone can take a step back. Song Zhiran and Wu Qingluo always understand that it's not worth losing their present feelings for the sake of past things. They all look forward.

"Xiaoran."

Wu Qingluo opened his mouth. Although he didn't know what to say, he always seemed to be the first to give in. After all, in such a past memory, he was always a harvester. Some things, if he could, he would give in.

"Qingluo, I'll see you off when you're on a business trip in a few days."

Song Zhiran also knows that some things should be let go. Since there is no ending, why should we stay together? Maybe things that have no fate always have no fate. Even if they pass by, the focus is only on the two words of "passing by". This "shoulder rubbing" just adds to the sadness of fate.

"Well, I'll trouble you again."

Wu Qingluo doesn't know why. Suddenly, he seems to have a sense of distance from Song Zhiran, and his words are not as intimate as before.

Although the moonlight is * *, it seems that there is a cold atmosphere in it. The sharp light beam just shoots in the cold world, as if it has never stayed. There are not many people on the road. It seems that they are all homecoming people, enjoying the warmth of the family. Song Zhiran treats his guests to dinner, but he just doesn't want to go home. In this big house, besides servants, he doesn't know how long he hasn't seen his old man. He seems to be alone, Song Zhiran can be said that she is poor and only has money left, and there is nothing else. In the eyes of outsiders, such Bai Fumei should be a happy life. But in fact, song Zhiran's heart is so deficient. What she needs is spirit and strong spiritual warmth. She wants someone to give her a word of care or encouragement, but she is in front of outsiders, She is always so high, she is the eldest lady of the Song family, hot temper, high status, as if no one can enter her inner world, no one can get close to her life.