Tomb Raiders Notes - Zhangjia Mausoleum Keeper

"Ah," I sighed helplessly, I don't have acting skills in emotional dramas, and I don't know how to hide myself.How do I feel about him, is it love or dependence or gratitude because he helped me?I can't tell the difference myself, and my current situation is considered to be living in Wu Xie's place. It would be too uninteresting to poach his corner.

Thinking about it, I made up my mind to move the matter out of here as quickly as possible, without the entanglement of looking up and seeing down.

At this moment, an email came in. I clicked on it, and it was a press conference specially organized by the publishing house for this work. It was not the same as a bookstore’s signing event. This kind of reception was actually more like a fellowship. Most of them are celebrity platforms in the cultural circle, some politicians who need a page, or some friends from the news media to do publicity.This opportunity is very rare. I know that the publishing house is still in good condition, and the article has not been withdrawn. It must be that they have made a lot of efforts behind the scenes, so my attendance is of great significance. I can’t find anyone who can refuse. The reason is that the time is set at the end of this week, and after making up my mind, I went to the e-magazine to choose a good-looking dress, so that even if I go out and get killed, at least I will die beautifully.

After I finished my work and opened the door, Wu Xie and Fat Brother left early, Poker Bottle was not on the sofa in the lobby, I walked around the big house, and finally sat on the sofa in the corner of the balcony on the first floor After finding him, Wu Xie is definitely a caring person. He knows that Damen loves to bask in the sun, so he set up huge balconies on the first and second floors, and the orientations are completely different. Money is really willful, no wonder everyone is vying to be friends with local tyrants.

I took a book and walked over to take a look at Damen. He didn’t sleep, and looked at the sky with empty eyes. The sun shone on his face, which was a little pale but extremely peaceful. white people.I moved to him and found a pillow to lean against, and concentrated on reading the book.

At this moment, I finally understood what it means to be quiet and beautiful. My eyes became sore after reading in the sun for a while. I simply slapped the book on my face and fell asleep.

It was almost noon when I woke up, and the book covering my face was gone, but I didn’t feel the glare of the sun. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. It turned out that there was an awning on the balcony, and Damen put it down. I am looking at my book seriously, yes, it is the book I wrote, the one that covered my face before.

My heart was as violent as an electric shock. My male god was reading my book, with a charming side face, extremely sexy. I'm sorry, that's all I can describe shamelessly.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself to be calm and calm, but no matter how hard I tried to build a wall in my heart, as long as he accidentally glanced at it, it instantly fell to the ground.

I coughed dryly, decided to take the initiative to be the one who broke the silence, and asked pretending to be proud: "How is it? This book is not bad!"

"I haven't read it yet." His eyes were clearly still fixed on the book.

I smiled and cursed, "Open your eyes and talk nonsense, don't talk about falling down, I'm going to cook." As I said that, I was about to leave.

"You must have been very lonely when you wrote this book, right?" He suddenly said such a sentence that was not his style at all, and it made me freeze there instantly like being struck by five thunders.

"Lonely? What kind of theory is this? Of course I was lonely. No one wanted to talk to me for four years in college, and I didn't make many friends when I left the society. But could I tell him all this through text? I was really lonely at that time." ? Ghosts believe it!" I gave him a blank look, noncommittal.

Or even I myself don't want to recall that period of the past at all, I pulled the book from his hand, closed it, and said seriously: "Damn, the publishing house held a new book release conference for me this weekend. "After finishing speaking, he looked at him firmly, implying what do you think.

After hearing this, he frowned slightly and said, "Can't we not go?"

I shook my head and said firmly, "I have to go."

He didn't say anything more, and took the book in my hand to read again.

In the afternoon, Wang Meng brought a new bed and installed it in the room selected by Boyouping upstairs. After the installation, Wang Meng came down from upstairs. I poured a glass of water and handed it over. He scratched his head and said with a smile: "Sister Zilin, so you look so beautiful! The last time you dressed up like that scared me to death."

I laughed, jokingly said, Brother Ling likes this type of you, and blinked at Da Mo who was reading a book on the sofa, he looked up at me helplessly, and continued to read his book.

Wang Meng smiled sheepishly, glanced at Poker Bottle secretly, and didn't dare to answer, I wondered in my heart that this kid seemed to be afraid of being bored.

Then he changed the subject and asked: "How old are you this year, why do you call me sister?"

"I'm thirty this year"

"I'm only 23, don't call me sister from now on, I'm so old" I said with a smile, it's really uncomfortable to be called sister by an older person.

"Well, I didn't think the boss's friends should be about the same age as him." He blushed in embarrassment.

We were chatting hotly, so he interrupted coldly: "Is the store busy? He glanced at Wang Meng coldly and said lightly: "Go back and help! "

Just like that, Wang Meng left in a hurry in fear. I felt very unhappy. It was like being in jail every day. You didn’t chat with me. After finally coming, someone was chased away by you. I walked to the opposite side of him angrily. sat down on the sofa and stared at him.

Seeing that he didn't raise his eyes and looked like he didn't want to talk to me, he became even more angry, and finally couldn't help but said: "I'll chat with him for a while, what's wrong with him, I think he's not bad, why do you have any objections to him?"

"I have no problem with him," he said slowly.

"Then are you afraid that your Wu Xie is too tired?" This sentence almost blurted out, and I immediately regretted it, and looked at him nervously.

He finally put down the book and looked at me with piercing eyes.

I thought in my heart that I was dead, let's talk about his pain!This is the calm before the storm!I can almost imagine the scene of me being kicked out and living on the street.

"No, I don't like it." He said this sentence softly, but it was so straightforward.

Let me frown deeply, what does this mean?Don't you like me chatting with men?dislike…….These words reverberated in my mind like a bomb, and when I looked at him again, it was clear that there was some burning brilliance.

"I... I'm going back to my room first." I was incoherent in shock, and quickly fled back to my room.

He can't be in love with me!Hey, isn't he glass?Of course, there is also the possibility of being bisexual. Alas, I imagined countless possibilities in my heart, but I couldn't convince myself that he really liked me. After a long time, my heart gradually calmed down, and I told myself not to think about it, and now is not the time to think about it.

In the next few days, nothing happened, as if he had never said that strange sentence. In order to avoid embarrassment, I still avoided him intentionally or unintentionally, and stayed in the study all day.

On a Friday night I went out to prepare dinner and saw on the hall table a huge gift box with a string and a brand tag on it, I was so excited I finally caught up and feared it would be too late, this is my tomorrow dress to wear.

I couldn't wait to take it to my room and try it on. It fits perfectly. The skin color is clearer with the aqua blue lining. The waist line is very waistline. I am not short, and the slightly long swing will not drag The floor, that is, the sleeveless V-neck is a bit deep. I don’t mind it. I am definitely a super conservative in the dress, so I found a needle and thread and added a few stitches. It is perfect with a necklace.This is my first reenactment and I have to tell that guy that even if he wants my life I'm still alive.

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