Male God Please Lie Down

The things on the train are not very tasty.

She was not very hungry either. She ate the steamed buns and drank two mouthfuls of porridge, but she couldn't eat anymore.

The rest of the porridge was thrown there.

"Qingming, why don't you eat it anymore, what a waste of you."

Qian Xiaole saw that she hadn't finished the porridge that she bought for five yuan a bowl.

"My appetite is so big, if you think it is a waste, you can eat it!"

Huang Qingming looked at her with blinking eyes, and said softly.

"..."

This really made Qian Xiaole choke. What the **** is this, why should she eat what she left behind?

"I'm ready to eat my own!"

Qian Xiaole said helplessly.

"Qingming, do you have any opinion on me!?"

Qian Xiaole asked aloud.

"What do I have to say!?"

Huang Qingming shrugged, as if she didn't know what she was talking about.

"You just talked to me..."

As Qian Xiaole said, the circles under her eyes were a little red.

"Actually it's something."

Huang Qingming looked at her and said again.

"What the **** is it? Tell me! I hope we can still be like before, still good friends."

Qian Xiaole grabbed her hand with both hands, and asked her a little excitedly.

"I read a Weibo last night and said that good friends and the like are mutual, but I feel that before I and you, I have always paid for it. I went to your house to be your bridesmaid, and I did it myself. The fare, the lower berth I bought myself, but you said it was uncomfortable for you to climb up and down, let me give it to you, and I didn't ask you to make up the difference, so I let it go to you... Just say that it was your birthday before, I The things you gave you were all big-name things, and the things you gave me were all small commodities, which made me feel very uncomfortable."

She asked herself to say it, so she said it well.

"That's because there is no money in my family, do you... dislike me being poor?"

As Qian Xiaole spoke, tears flowed down her eyes.

"That's not right, people always compare their hearts with their hearts. If you say you have no money, I think the things you buy for yourself are pretty good."

Huang Qingming said indifferently.

"I really don't know Qingming, because these things make you think so much. I really think the things I...give you are pretty good. Only then I gave it to you. Trust me!"

Qian Xiaole quickly grabbed her hand again. At this time, could Huang Qingming get angry and leave.

If she left, wouldn't she have no bridesmaids?

"I'm okay, or I'll leave now!"

Huang Qingming looked at her and said silently.

"Qingming, you are so kind!"

Qian Xiaole took her hand and said solemnly.

"Then you take my duffel bag first and return it to me."

The original owner was carrying an LV duffel bag. After all, it was only going for a few days, and it was summer again. A few sets of clothes would be enough.

When Qian Xiaole saw her duffel bag, her vanity became haunted, and she had to change it with her.

In the plot, the original owner finally left with a suitcase she bought online for a hundred yuan.

But her own LV duffel bag was loaded with cigarettes by Qian Xiaole. Someone snatched the cigarettes from behind, and the bag was ripped apart. Naturally, she did not say that she should be compensated.

"Ah...Didn't you say yes, borrow one from me?"

Qian Xiaole opened his eyes wide and asked aloud.