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89.Episode 89
In the evening, we met in the reserved box of the clubhouse. The girls also came. A group of young people sang and chatted, which was also very lively.
I don't like to get together, so I didn't play with them and sat in the corner watching.
Leo came late, and everyone was already playing when he came in. He found an empty sofa and went in. He didn't drink alcohol. He rubbed his cheeks from time to time, probably because his mouth still hurts and his face was unhappy. Everyone saw him like this and said hello to him. They were all wise and no one was going to beg him. He should be playing and making trouble, and it seemed that he was alone and a little pitiful.
I wanted to give him the medicine. Just about to get up, a girl came over and called me: "Brother."
It was when she asked me for my phone number last time.
She sat down next to me and said that she was going to participate in variety shows in a few days. She planned to do a dance of our group at that time. She also took out her mobile phone to show me a video of her dancing in the dance studio.
I watched absent-mindedly. She was very enthusiastic every time she saw me. She tried very hard to find a topic and wanted to talk to me. Maybe she had a good impression of me, but this little loli is really not my type.
Actually I don't know what type I like.
I have only talked about a serious relationship once, with my ex-girlfriend who is now a senior cock. We are classmates, she chased me, she is good-looking, sweet-mouthed, and motivated. I thought it was pretty good and agreed. She is a very creative and stubborn person. I didn't learn to hide my bad temper at that time, and I often quarreled with each other. Now when I think of our relationship, apart from enduring hardship and fighting together in the first year, we always quarreled in the following year. She likes flowers. At first, I bought flowers to coax her every time after the quarrel, but then it didn’t work. I couldn’t afford the new things she liked, and I couldn’t coax her anymore. In the end, she dumped them. I.
After I debuted, she came to me to borrow money several times, and I knew that she never earned enough money for her to spend, and I now have a lot more money, so I can lend it to her. It’s not that I’m still in love with her. When we first got together, a brokerage company wanted to sign her, but she had to go abroad to develop. She didn’t want to be separated from me and pushed her. It took half a month to laugh and follow her. When I said about it, I smiled and cried.
She was able to turn down the brokerage appointment for me. If I change my position, I can't do it. Maybe I don't love her too much, so I feel even more that I owe her in this relationship.
No matter what she became later, I always believed that she really loved me. When I was together, I didn't let her live the life she wanted. Now I can lend her some money, I am willing.
After watching the video recorded by the younger sister, she was a little bit cold. She probably felt that I was not enthusiastic towards her, and gradually became embarrassed.
Several of her teammates cut the cake over there. They bought it when they came to celebrate our carefulness in winning the prize. She got up and came back to me soon with a small piece of cake, and said carefully: "Brother, I heard that you like to eat strawberries. There are a lot of strawberries."
I took it and thanked her politely. She stood there and walked away a little disappointed.
I don't want to be in love, nor do I want to give her any illusion, so I simply treat her a little colder and treat everyone better.
"Tomas," Carl called to me and said, "The captain called you over."
I glanced over there, Leo glanced at me with an unhappy expression on his face, and didn't know what he was upset about. I went over with the cake directly, handed it to him, and said, "Eat it?"
He turned his face aside in disgust.
I knew he looked down on him, took his hand back, and asked, "What are you calling me over?"
He looked at me slantingly, then opened his mouth and asked, "Has Yan Jiajia been looking for you again recently?"
He was talking about my ex-girlfriend, and I said, "No, what did she do?"
He snorted coldly, and said, "She didn't ask you for money anymore? You don't have much money. You have a swollen face all day long to fill up a fat man, and act as a cash machine for others."
He always loves to throw fire at others when he is uncomfortable. I can't say anything, and don't want to be familiar with him.
As a result, his dog's temper is endless today, and the more he says it, the more unpleasant he says: "If you can't bear it, don't provoke a girl. What can you do if you bring it back? Can you afford it? It's okay to hire a good family. What kind of woman? When people show off at you, you just treat you as if they are interesting to you, right? You don’t want to think about what else you have besides your face? Even a plastic surgery monster can look at you. You look at her so much. Like a Caucasian, the nose is crooked when you kiss the mouth, the cushion is so thick and there is no C-cup, the front and back are the same, so you can see it?"
Say I just say me, unless you bring a girl from someone else, and speak so unbearably, I get a little angry and say, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
"You just took the wrong medicine. See what kind of woman you are looking for?" He actually got even more vigorous and said, "Look at that Yan Jiajia, who would fall in love with a chicken? Just you, a bitch. |Take a baby."
I look at him, he still stares at me.
I really wanted to feed him feces, so I just raised my hand and put the cake plate on his face directly.
The box quieted down, leaving only the music in the stereo.
I came out and blew the night breeze. I was a little calmer than before, and my anger dropped a lot. I put my hand in my pocket and bumped into the small medicine bottle containing ulcer powder, which felt a bit ridiculous.
It's so good to be a flatter who hugs thighs. If you are full, you should treat that stupid as your own person. Which flattery will worry about whether his mouth hurts or not. He was good. He knew what I didn't like to listen to the most, but he wanted to poke my sore spot and said, this is not a damn problem at all. It is estimated that I am a little servant who waits for him in my heart. Think about it, too, if he really thinks of me as a buddy, he won't move that obscene thoughts on me.
A few girls also came out from inside, saying goodbye to me that I wanted to go back first, I was a little embarrassed, and asked others to come out and play, and finally it was like this.
The younger sister who gave me the strawberry cake said, "Leo was drinking in it, and he drank fiercely. Do you want to go in and persuade him? I don't think the seniors dare to approach him anymore."
I can think of that picture just by listening to it, saying: "I can't persuade, I like to drink it. You are slow on the way."
She gave her teammate a wink, and the girls walked away first, and she said to me unnaturally: "I heard him say something about me just now."
I said against my will: "I'm sorry, he has no malice either, he's just mouthy."
She nodded and said, "As soon as you came out, he dropped the cake we bought."
I had no choice but to say: "He is crazy, don't care."
She whispered: "Brother, does Leo like you?"
I was shocked instantly, and said: "How is it possible?"
She looked at me and said, "I saw him many times before, and he was very kind to me, and once said that my blush was cute."
I said, "I said he was not malicious to you."
She said, "That was before. Tonight, he looked at me like an enemy, as if I had robbed him."
Then, she confessed to me, and I didn't hear what she said very clearly, only thinking about her phrase "Does Leo like you" in her mind.
Does he like me?
I sent a good person card to the junior sister and sent her away, and then I got into our nanny car in a daze. The driver watched a movie on the tablet in front and only greeted me.
When I got into the car, I saw some red stains on my upper. After sitting down, I wiped it with a paper towel and found that it was a small piece of rotten strawberry, which should have been left when I took the leo.
He gave me this pair of aj limited edition shoes. I saw this pair of shoes in a magazine a while ago. I took a few more glances when I thought it looked good. He was on the side at the time. After two days, he gave me this pair. The same paragraph. It happened that his mobile phone broke the screen, so I gave him a mobile phone in return. He used to think that the phone case was troublesome, it seemed that the phone was thick and ugly, and he never wore it. On the day I gave him the phone, he bought more than 20 cases on Taobao and asked me happily if it looked good.
... Maybe, he just likes me?
The driver turned off the tablet and said, "They are out too."
I looked outside through the car window, and they were coming over here, and Leo followed behind with a stinky face.
When the driver got out of the car to help them open the door, I turned my mind and quickly took out my phone to pretend to be addicted to the Internet.
When the car door opened, he must have seen me, and put on a stance over there: "I can't drive if I drink. If any of you didn't drink, take me back."
I kind of wanted to laugh, but I didn't look up.
Sure enough, he threw the key over, and said in a vicious voice: "Just pretend you didn't hear it? Do you still want to be popular?"
It's so fucking damn home.
I didn't say anything, got out of the car with the key, and walked with the captain in the sympathetic eyes of my teammates.
He drove him back in his car. He sat in the co-driver and looked at me secretly from the corner of his eyes. He didn't keep his mouth idle. He kept talking and saying, "You are also good at doing things, and you are embarrassed in front of outsiders. Tomorrow I will let my eldest brother ban you. See if you dare to be so unruly."
I just listened and shouldn't. It's not angry. Compared with the words he just said at the meeting, this is really nothing. I just don't want to talk to him.
When I got downstairs at his house, I parked the car and said in business: "Here, I'm leaving."
I made a gesture to get out of the car, and he grabbed me, but he still had the face to question me: "Do you dare to shake my face at me? Don't be too much!"
I said: "Tell your brother to block me."
His face turned pale with suffocation.
I was about to open the door. He leaped over and hugged my arm. He finally didn't pretend to be forced. His eyes widened and said aggrieved: "You are serious when I say a joke? You guys are all in vain for so long? "
I wanted to laugh again, and insisted: "I think of it now as a buddy? It's not the time you call me blind."
This idiot looked puzzled. He had forgotten what he had said before and said with confidence, "Then I'm doing it for you too! You are right to confuse my face with a cake? I'm so kind to you. It's difficult to say something. If you are obedient, you turn your face, are you a buddy like this?"
When he spoke, he caught the ulcer in his mouth, and he grinned while talking. I felt pain when he looked at it. He stepped back and said, "I shouldn't confuse your face with cake, it's me."
He was obviously satiated, and his face was a little arrogant. He stared at me and said in a different tone: "What are we doing so politely... Shall we sleep here tonight?"
I'm not stupid. I can tell from his eyes that he is Teddy's upper body again, and it is enough to reject him categorically, but I hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's only past nine o'clock, I'll take a taxi back."
He probably didn't report any hope that I would agree, but he didn't force him to stay.
He went upstairs, I walked out alone, and stopped after only a few tens of meters, feeling that the whole person was not right.
I actually felt a little resembling reluctance.
After struggling for about five minutes, I found that I had forgotten to return the car keys to him. This was a great reason.
Before ringing the doorbell, I quickly straightened my hair, and when I realized what I was doing, I felt like I had been infected by the guy in the door and became a fool.
As soon as the door opened, I didn’t have to say anything yet. He pulled me in. There was no light at home and it was pitch black. I didn’t figure out the situation, so he pushed back against the security door with his shoulders pressed, and then he tightened. Sticking behind me, one hand went to the front, trying to untie my belt, and the other hand fumbled everywhere.
He hit me half-hard.
I was about to explode. Reflexively hit him with an elbow, grabbed the collar with my backhand, and slapped him twice, feeling that he wanted to fight back, and kicked his calf again. I didn’t save effort, it won’t hurt. He jumped back on one foot, swearing an swear word in his mouth, and said, "You are looking for death!"
I touched the switch and turned on the light.
He was stunned for a moment, and stammered: "You, why are you back?"
I suddenly realized that he treated me as someone else.
He said embarrassingly: "I didn't think about you. I didn't turn on the light. I recognized the wrong person. Why did you come back well?"
I was very upset. I threw the car key to him and said, "I forgot to return it to you."
I threw it wrong, the key rubbed his chin and fell on the carpet. He bent over to pick it up. I saw that the zipper of his pants had been half unzipped.
I asked him, "Who are you waiting for? A man?"
His eyes were a little dodging, and he made an inaudible "um".
I exhaled and said, "Do you like men?"
He drooped his gaze and whispered, "I just think it's fun."
Some unspeakable irritation surged in my heart, and I wanted to slap him again.
He looked left and right for a while, not knowing what he thought of, and then started looking straight at me.
Obviously want to fall on me.
I took out the bottle of Chinese medicine powder from my pocket and said, "Here you are, it's for ulcers."
He froze for a moment before taking it, his face was a little subtle.
I looked at his face, maybe just wiped it with a tissue just now, there is cream on the edge of the hair, I said to him: "You don't wash your face, just make an appointment?"
He touched his face, put the medicine bottle on the table, and went into the bathroom.
I sat on the sofa and flipped through the magazine page after page.
He likes me, he doesn't like me, he likes me, he doesn't like me.
I don't know how he washed his face. Finally he came out with a painted face and sat down beside me, still leaving his bird open.
I took a look there.
He said ambiguously: "Sleep here tonight, right?"
I asked, "Which one sleeps?"
It's the one that sleeps.