C337 Past

He sat on a bench in the district, "I wanted to buy a new one, so I sold myself out."

The cold wind caught in his throat as he coughed, "My dear woman, are you looking down on me?"

"Why do you say that?" Ye Yuni took her hand and put it in her mouth to keep her warm. "We are best friends."

Zhu Zhu felt something poking into her heart, sharp and painful. "Sigh, people like me aren't worthy of being sad," she calmly looked at the snow falling from the sky, "but I just want to see my mother. She's the closest person to me."

"Zhu Zhu, what I'm sad about is that you ran out of money, why didn't you tell me?" Ye Yuni crouched down and put her hands on her knees. Her fur hat was white on her head, and her mouth was curved like an angel's.

"I can't drag you down any longer. You've helped me many times. "

"Then, where is that man?" Ye Yuni frowned and asked.

"Let's go." she answered simply.

"Gone?" Ye Yuni asked in disbelief, "You want him to be responsible for you? You can't just lose your most precious thing like this …"

"But what can I do?"

"Chase after him."

"But, I only know his name is Chiang Lee …" Zhu Zhu lowered her head and played with her fingers.

"Silly girl, this is enough." Good friend, poke Zhu Zhu on the forehead with your finger.

Zhu Zhu was pulled back from her memories, and when she thought of this, a sad feeling seeped into her heart. Zhu Zhu looked out the window at the sunset and said, "Yuni, how are you doing? Are you all right? I missed you. "

"What's the matter with you?" Chiang Lee asked.

"It's nothing, I'm just here for the chili concoction."

Chiang Lee stood up and said, "I'll take it." After he finished, he stood up, but was hugged by Zhu Zhu, "Chiang Lee, thank you."

"Yes." He said with a raised voice.

"With you here, I'm really happy." Zhu Zhu hugged Chiang Lee tightly... "For you, I can give up the whole world …."

Chiang Lee turned around and kissed Zhu Zhu on the cheek.

… ….

Hua Qi, the florist, woke up on her twenty-ninth birthday in a nightmare early in the morning. She dreamed that she was being chased by time, and she could barely breathe.

Time disguised itself as a well-dressed, human-like puppy looking for her, exactly where she was.

Hua Qi was caught by those eyes in the crowd, so she ran with all her might, feeling time pass by second by second behind her. Just when she thought time was about to catch up, she suddenly woke up.

"Damn." 9 o'clock! " Hua Qi screamed as she turned off the alarm clock near the head of the bed and threw a singing bear into the water. Five seconds after she fell back asleep, another robotic cat was singing, so she pulled the last alarm clock out of the drawer.

She kicked him away with her foot and only after hearing a "dong" did Hua Qi express her satisfaction.

Then he realized that something was wrong. He looked down and saw that the new alarm clock had fallen into the washbasin from the night before. As a result, the second scream sounded weak and weak.

Hua Qi held onto the wet Doula Dream. This seemingly normal alarm clock had a special feeling for Hua Qi, so no matter what, she had to save it. Throwing! Throwing!

Although she was a liberal arts student, Hua Qi still had this general knowledge of physics when it came to flinging and increasing the evaporation area of objects.

Seeing the droplets of water flying outside, Hua Qi was afraid that it might not be clean, so she shook it a few more times. Downstairs was the woman who had just returned from her morning practice. They usually got up earlier than the chickens just to run into trees in the park.

Hua Qi had an impression of this woman. She once wanted to introduce her son to her. As he was a doctor of tropical plants, her mother naturally thought her son was extraordinary, so she chose Hua Qi.

"Her son is a doctor, but he can't let me marry a baldheaded man who looks like he's thirty years old for a doctor. Don't you think it's a pity that you're such a beautiful girl?"

Hua Qi's mother would poke Angie in the forehead with her fingernail every time she heard this. "You can't compare a woman to a 20-year-old girl, no matter how beautiful she is once she passes 30!" Why don't you hurry up and find a target, Face? Can a face be eaten as a meal?

"Aiya, aiya, you are so nagging. How did my dad fall for you?" Hua Qi rubbed her hair and swore inwardly, "This year, I will definitely marry myself —"

The war between Hua Qi and her mother was protracted and varied. It was possible that she was still fighting in one second, but the next moment, it became a long conversation in which her mother earnestly said, just like how she had comforted her when she was young that she had failed the exam, "Mom knows what you're thinking. Don't wait for him anymore. Find someone to marry."

Hua Qi was most upset when her mother said this.

She yelled down the stairs, and with a flick of her finger, the alarm clock flew out of her hand. Hua Qi hadn't intended to throw it out, but what happened the next second was that it hit her squarely in the head.

Hua Qi also felt that she had instantly experienced nirvanic rebirth.

Hua Qi felt as if a century had passed since she'd started dreaming.

"Old woman, it's only because I didn't pay attention to your son that you're so unforgiving." Hua Qi looked at her phone. She was due at work in 15 minutes, so she had no choice but to take a taxi to work today.

Fortunately, Hua Qi had already trained for five minutes before she was able to get rid of her makeup.

At the company's design meeting, Wu openly objected to young designer Vivian's floral design. "I think this case will greatly increase the cost of our company and will require more manpower."

Hua Qi was in the middle of the meeting room, openly questioning the new leader, Vivian. Vivian's expression was very ugly, and her colleagues were discussing something when they went to the tea room, "Look at how big the flower department is in flames today, there's actually no problem with the design itself. The problem is that Vivian is currently the predecessor of Flower Head."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this relationship is really messy."

"Oh," the rest of the colleagues said, "oh, that makes a lot of sense."

At one end of the office, Hua Qi was tapping her mouse as she opened her e-mail. Dozens of birthday cards appeared in her mailbox, and Ye Jingrui, a high school classmate, sent a comical greeting card to remind Hua Qi, "This birthday, Miss Hua will turn into a thirty-year-old woman — the empty nest old man. I wish big sister happiness!"

Hua Qi angrily followed Ye Jingrui's card and thought of her old age. She actually found white hair in her black hair.