Chapter 73 Playboy 6
There was a girl at the next table, who stared at me intently, saw me sweeping the food on the table like a hungry tiger, and said enviously: "You eat so much, why don't you get fat?"

Han Qingluo answered for me: "She is born thin and hard to give up." Then, Han Qingluo looked at me, lowered his voice, and asked very warmly/ambiguously: "Cheng Yiming doesn't like that you are too thin, so you desperately Eating all the time, want to gain weight? Baby, let me tell you, it’s better for women to grow some flesh, so that men will like it when they look at it, and it’s comfortable to hold in their arms and press under them.”

As a result, a mouthful of borscht soup finally spewed out of my mouth.

As if Han Qingluo's plot had succeeded, he laughed "haha".

I muttered in a low voice, "I'm still an image designer, smiling like those villainous characters in movies, and I have no image at all."

Han Qingluo didn't take it seriously, and said arrogantly: "The image design is only for those who are born with deficiencies and need to make up for it later. I don't lack anything, money, career, height, beauty, wherever I go, I stand out from the crowd, almost close to Perfect, so occasionally presumptuous, but also true temperament."

Probably no one is more arrogant than Han Qingluo.

Han Qingluo looked like the villain in the movie again, laughing "haha".Laughing happily, I suddenly used the heel of my shoe under the table and stomped his foot hard.Han Qingluo wasn't on guard at all, he gritted his teeth in pain and yelled, "Ouch!"

The waiter over there hurriedly ran over because of what happened: "Sir, what happened?"

I turned my head out of the window as if nothing had happened, pretending to admire the scenery outside the window.

This Han Qingluo is really old and cunning, without changing his face or expression, he gave a "hmm" and said solemnly, "One more bowl of oyster rice cake soup."

I held back my laughter until my face turned purple, and finally I couldn't help it, and I leaned back and forth with a smile.The young waiter looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.

After the waiter left, Han Qingluo scolded in a low voice: "Pig!"

I retorted: "You are the pig."

Cheng Yiming and the middle-aged man over there left at some point.Han Qing raised his hand and asked the waiter to come over to check out, the waiter came and said.Cheng Yiming has settled the bill for us.

Han Qingluo sent me home.

From the beginning to the end, Han Qingluo didn't do anything wrong to me, but just took advantage of his language, which made me feel a little relieved-it seems that things are not as bad as I imagined, I just With the belly of a villain, he saves others from the cold and dumps the heart of a gentleman, scaring himself for nothing.

When we got downstairs, Han Qingluo knew what was going on, and said with a grin, "Sulala, I won't send you upstairs, or if Cheng Yiming sees it, he will even misunderstand that I have an affair with you. Maybe he In anger, I will cut off my head and play it as a football."

I hummed: "It's good that you know."

Han Qingluo grinned, smiled, and drove away.

Back home, Cheng Yiming was already at home.He was in the study, and when he saw me go upstairs, he came out of the study and asked, "Are you back?"

I said: "Yeah."

Cheng Yiming glanced at me, and after a while he said: "From now on, you should avoid dealing with Han Qingluo. Han Qingluo..." He paused, as if he was not used to speaking ill of people behind his back, but he had to say: " Han Qingluo, he... well, he is a playboy, he is very attractive to women, and there are countless beauties around him, Xi Shi often comes and Diao Chan comes, all of them are charming... There are often women who are jealous of him , There are often women who break their hearts for him. But he doesn't care, he has never... never really liked a woman. "

Han Qingluo is a fickle heart.

And Cheng Yiming is cold-blooded.

Being cold-blooded is not much better than having a flowery heart.

I don't know why, but I got angry, and sneered like that, "Han Qing, so what? Cheng Yiming, didn't you forget it? Didn't we sign the marriage agreement back then? One of them read: During the marriage , Party A and Party B are free to make friends, and the other party cannot interfere."

Han Qingluo was taken aback, he didn't expect me to overreact like this, he said: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to remind you..."

I interrupted him: "Thank you." I said again: "I'm not a 3-year-old kid, so I naturally know what I do."

After I finished speaking, I turned and went back to the bedroom.

In fact, I don't understand why I can't hold my breath-maybe, I became angry from embarrassment.I'd rather Cheng Yiming is fickle than cold-blooded, even if he doesn't love me, but he can hug me occasionally, call me "baby" or "dear" like Han Qingluo, even if the words are not right, I am satisfied .

However, Cheng Yiming didn't agree.

I thought of the house I rented before. There lived a young newlyweds next door. They loved each other for three days and quarreled for two days.They often quarrel without looking at the time, they are all improvised, and they can quarrel whenever they want.

Sometimes, there was a quarrel in the middle of the night.

That woman is the kind of person who would kill you for arguing with you.When she gets excited, she also likes to smash pots and bowls, and even throw things downstairs, such as books, cups, and cigarette cases. Once, she even threw a chair, "Blah", fell to the ground and opened. When the flower is gone, don't let the quarrel turn into a mighty war.

The content of the quarrel between the two were all innocuous, trivial matters as big as sesame and mung beans.

Why did I wash the dishes yesterday and let you wash them today? Why do you put chili peppers in your cooking when I don’t like spicy food? Why did you go back to your mother’s house last time with your big and small bags like you moved and returned to my mother? At home, it is natural to be empty-handed; why do I work overtime and you just watch football at home and not pick me up? After all, football is more important than me.

The most quarreling time was the mother-in-law's birthday, what gift should I give.

The man said, "Didn't you buy two boxes of melatonin for my mother's birthday last time? Let's buy two boxes of melatonin for your mother too."

The woman was not happy: "Can you afford two boxes of Melatonin? Is it easy for my mother to raise me so big?"

When the man heard this, he was not happy: "I can give it to my mother, but can't I give it to your mother?"

The woman said: "How is this the same?"

The man said: "Your mother is human, and my mother is also human. What's the difference?"

The woman said: "My mother worked so hard to raise me and send me to study. I will give it to your family as a daughter-in-law as soon as I graduate from college. In the future, the children I will have will take your family name, and even I will be born in your family." , Death is the ghost of your family. You said how much I owe to my mother? You just want to throw away two boxes of melatonin? Do you have a conscience?"

Old house, poor sound insulation, I can hear clearly.

However, I am not bored. I often go to the balcony and listen to their quarrel with great interest. I am quite envious. Listening to these crying and scolding sounds, I feel full of life, but I feel not so lonely.

At that time, I often thought, when will it be my turn to have a man willing to quarrel with me like this?

Sometimes quarreling is also a kind of happiness.

But Cheng Yiming doesn't quarrel with me, because he doesn't love me at all.

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(End of this chapter)

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