The Romance Of Mr. Walton

Looking at him warmly, with a smile on his eyebrows: "Mr. Huo, please."

She got out of the car first.

Huo Tingshen went around again to confirm, and then got out of the car.

It's all here, let's see what kind of trick she is playing.

Passing warmth through the curbstone, walked to a U-shaped boulder not far from the beach.

When he reached the center of the U-shaped stone, he saw that there were three flat stones inside, which were neatly arranged in order of small size.

It's like a stone table and a stone chair.

The sea breeze is strong outside, but here, there is only a shallow breeze, which is very comfortable.

She sat down on a flat rock and turned on the phone flashlight.

She took out two disposable paper cups wrapped in plastic bags from her bag and placed them on the big stone table.

Then he took out a thermos and two packets of instant coffee and poured them into the cup.

She skillfully brewed the coffee and handed it to Huo Tingshen who was still standing there.

He didn't move, just said faintly: "This is a good place for you to buy me coffee?"

"Yes, doesn't Mr. Huo think it's good here?"

He raised his eyebrows, but he didn't know, since when, his face was so worthless.

"This is my secret base. This is the first time I have brought someone here."

Hearing what she said, he took the coffee and sat down on the other side.

Because of the moonlight and her faint mobile phone light, it's not dark inside.

"You said this is your secret base?"

"Well, my mother brought me here. Because this sea is not developed, basically no one will come here. Every time I am in a bad mood, I will come here to sit for a while. It is very healing here. Look at the top. "

She pointed to the top of her head.

Huo Ting raised his head deeply, and the night sky was beautiful.

"As long as I sit here, blowing the sea breeze, listening to the sound of the waves, and looking at such a beautiful night sky, I will feel that life is still very beautiful, and the future is still quite worth looking forward to, don't you think?"

He raised his eyebrows: "No."

She shrugged: "It seems that capitalists have different ideas from poor people like me, no wonder I am poor."

He chuckled, a rare laugh.

She looked at him in surprise: "Mr. Huo, so you can laugh."

He gave her a blank look: "Is there anyone in this world who can't laugh?"

"But I've never seen you smile like this before."

"Are you familiar with me?"

"It's...no," she shrugged, feeling the topic a bit self-defeating.

She took a sip of coffee and looked up at the night sky. It's been a long time since she enjoyed it.

The surroundings suddenly calmed down, Huo Tingshen tried to take a sip of coffee, and then raised his eyebrows, "What is this, it's so awful?"

She looked at him: "Mr. Huo, you...couldn't you have never drunk instant coffee."

"Indeed not."

She chuckled: "Sorry, I forgot that you are a capitalist. Next time...No, no, I will not ask Mr. Huo to drink anymore. After all, we are not of the same class, so let's not take it as an example."

As she said, she brought the coffee cup in front of him to herself: "I'll drink this."

He quickly pulled the coffee cup back to his side: "I just said it was awful, when did you stop drinking?"

She was embarrassed, OK, why lose her temper.

Do capitalists also have regular menopause?

"Just at the bar, why are you so sure that the person was instigated?"