Just for fun [entertainment circle]

After successfully sending Moore back to his hut, he invited Song to visit his house again.

Song You is still very interested. The owner's decoration style will also reveal his personality and behavior style everywhere, especially for people like them. Art is interlinked. House decoration is definitely a matter of oneself. idea.

"Welcome to Moore's hut." Moore said with a smile. Seeing him, he was very satisfied with his hut. Before showing Song You around, she would definitely be amazed.

On that day, Song only had time to see the path leading to the inner courtyard, but he hadn't actually seen the whole picture of the house. He drove along this path, and the two sides were full of flowers and plants. I have to say that the color matching between the plants is really good. The very Moore.

"As I get older, it's always right to walk more. I take a walk on this road every day, and occasionally I will cultivate it myself." When Moore saw something, he pointed: "Look, that's your country's Is it a national flower? It seems to be called peony? It took me a lot of effort to get it here, but it’s really hard to raise. At first, it seemed that I was not used to the climate here.”

Song followed his fingers to look over, and only saw a piece of flower bud, not to mention peonies, how could he tell what kind of flower it was?

The place where Moore moved only said that the area of ​​the house was a bit small, but the floor area was really not small. He seemed to have opened a garden and a small zoo in his home. She was really shocked when she saw the peacock.

"How? Cool, right?" Moore said complacently.

Song nodded again: "Moore, I misunderstood you before, this level can be said to be a prodigal."

Moore snorted softly: "Don't you spend money waiting to rot after you die? Don't think that I will donate all of it selflessly after death."

"You girl is lucky, you bought that car yourself, right?" Moore said.

Song was noncommittal: "Indeed, as you know, I'm a bit famous, and it's not a problem to this level."

This is the case with art. If there is drought, you will die from drought, and if you are flooded, you will die from waterlogging.

"But it's not my luck, it's my talent. Like you, at least I became famous before I died." Song You strolled in the garden very relaxedly.

Moore was so angry that he was about to blow his beard: "Are you saying that my talent is not as good as yours at this age?"

Song You didn't panic at all: "Maybe, when I'm your age, I might be more accomplished than you."

Moore was angry, he didn't like people who showed off their arrogance in front of him, but Song was different, she had capital, and in her opinion, she might feel that she was just telling the truth.

After visiting the house, Moore wanted to keep her for dinner, but Song refused without even thinking about it. Although the servants in his family looked well-trained and decent, and the cook's cooking taste was worth looking forward to, but she today If Cathy's pigeons are released at night, they may be murdered after returning.

Moore didn't force her, and just sent her to the car.

Fortunately, after resting at Moore's house for a while, Song was able to survive the next drive. She estimated that she might have to delay driving for a week. She was tired and nauseated after driving today.

After finally arriving home, it was almost evening, and the place for the dinner was Eric's house, which had more space, especially the dining room.

Cathy had complained before about why a man living alone would want such a big restaurant, and he would not feel empty when eating. Eric just smiled and said nothing, the reason was just a sentence that Song You forgot, she said she likes open and bright Dining room.

After taking a shower, Cathy called to remind her that Eric was here to pick her up, and Song didn't care much about dressing up, so she just put on some light makeup and went out.

Eric was already waiting downstairs at her house, and Song got into the car again and said, "Sorry Eric, it was already late when I came back."

Her hair was still a little damp. Eric turned up the heater in the car and smiled warmly: "It's okay, I just arrived too."

Song stopped talking again, Eric was like this, a gentle gentleman forever, he would never call her to rush her when he was waiting for her, and he would never wait until he was out of breath or even angry.

The two of them didn't talk much along the way, mostly Eric asked some questions, and Song You answered them in a regular manner. Eric glanced at Song You through the rearview mirror from time to time, and she occasionally looked at the scenery outside the window and occasionally lowered her head to play with her mobile phone. In fact, she missed him very much after not seeing him for so long. Looking at her well to relieve the sorrow of lovesickness, I am afraid that she will be uncomfortable and even more afraid that she will be alienated, so I can only sneak around like this.

Song You actually likes getting along with Eric, because it's very comfortable, you don't have to carry it, you can say whatever you want, and you don't want to say it, you laugh when you are happy, and you get angry when you are happy. Eric will never care about getting angry with her. Thanks to people's liking, fortunately, she is not such a young lady.It's just that Cathy is getting annoyed with nagging in her ear every day, so she feels that she doesn't have much contact with Eric.

The heating in the car was very good, and Song You was tired all the way. At this time, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier due to the heat, and he felt that he didn't even want to eat and just wanted to sleep well.

Fortunately, she arrived before she fell asleep, and Eric saw her sleepy face and asked, "Very sleepy? Do you want to sleep first when you get up? Cathy should be ready for a while."

Song got out of the car again, and the cold wind made her wake up a lot, she shook her head: "It's so clear."

The two went upstairs, and as soon as they entered the door, they could hear Cathy's voice: "Honey, I think it's better for you to obediently wait for me."

Another male voice came, it should be Eugene: "I'm a little nervous, I want to stay with you."

Song stepped on the changed slippers and walked over slowly: "It's been ten days and half a month at least. I don't even bother to pick up someone's connection."

"Ah~~~" She pretended to sigh and let out a long breath.

Eric couldn't help laughing when she saw Cathy's lively expression. She was listless and sleepy in the car just now.

"You still know how to come back! Is it that good to go to the wilderness to paint?!" Cathy looked her up and down before retorting.

Song didn't want to quarrel with her, and he had to rely on this woman for dinner tonight, so he just greeted Eugene hastily, and then slumped down on the sofa.

Eric also came over, and Eugene also came over a little awkwardly, as if he was kicked out of the kitchen by Cathy, but he was a little embarrassed facing Cathy's own brother, and Song saw him scratching his head several times when he wanted to speak, but finally gave up.

Song You was really lethargic. As soon as she returned to the warm room and sat on the comfortable sofa, she felt drowsy again. She couldn't hold on anymore, so she didn't care about the possibility that Cathy would question her later, and told Eric I thought of taking a nap in the guest room.

There is a guest room in Eric's house. When he is on a business trip, Cathy will occasionally bring Song You over to hold a party. Song You sleeps in the guest room. In short, Cathy is a good cheater.

Song is really tired again, the kind who can fall asleep as soon as he lies on the bed.

Cathy was still showing her skills, Eric and Eugene were chatting awkwardly, and there was a sudden vibration on the sofa.

Eric looked intently, Song left the phone here again, she just wanted to squint for a while.

Eric didn't care about it and wouldn't peep into other people's privacy, but a thought suddenly flashed in his mind. I remembered that Cathy seemed to have said unintentionally a few days ago that Song had a new boyfriend and seemed to like him very much. Spend Christmas with him so far away.

He knew what Cathy meant, but he didn't take it seriously. After he fell in love with Song You, Song You didn't know how many boyfriends changed, but what?When they broke up in the end, Song You broke everything clearly, at least he could stay by Song You's side all the time.He only thinks that Song is still young and playful, and he is willing to tolerate and wait.

It's just that this time it seems to be very different. Song You has never done anything that is willing to waste so much time.

Eric glanced at the caller ID, it was in Chinese, with only one character, not her grandma, that was two characters in Chinese.

Inexplicably, there was a feeling that this call was the person Song You was willing to waste time on, her current boyfriend.

Eric only felt his heart beating violently. A thought flashed by him and was quickly caught by him. He quietly picked up the phone and walked aside, pressing the green answer button.

"What are you doing?" Quan Zhilong's voice was a little tired.

Eric calmed down, the other party spoke a language he didn't understand, but he could still feel the slight intimacy in the tone, he didn't feel wrong.

"I'm sorry, I'm sleeping again now, let her call you back when she wakes up." Eric said, he couldn't understand the other party's words, but the other party should understand English, right?

Sure enough, the other side was silent.

Eric wanted to hide it: "Please don't get me wrong, I'm just her friend."

Listening to the other party's pure pronunciation, Quan Zhilong only felt a fire burning in his heart, what kind of anger was running around, what kind of friend could hold her mobile phone while she was sleeping?To tease him?

"Then wake her up, can you call me back when you wake up now?" Quan Zhilong laughed: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Eric was taken aback, and called her...to wake her up?Would a boyfriend really ask for that?

Eric: "She's tired, I'll tell her later, bye."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone quickly, otherwise he was really afraid that this person would pester him just to wake Song up again, but so what if he woke up?He didn't lie, although he was really guilty now.

Quan Zhilong looked at the hacked phone, his face was darker than the phone, too tired?

He threw the phone aside and took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table. His hands were shaking with anger, and he was trembling while holding the cigarette. Song You called again to chat with her, she used to make herself happy, every time he had a great sense of helplessness and loneliness, Song You could really dispel him.

But I never expected that after this phone call, the loneliness would be gone, and I would be suffocated.

"Axi!!!" Quan Zhilong roared in the empty room as if venting.

Fuck, that's fucking annoying.