C20 Mr Huo so You Know How to Laugh

Laura Green looked at him with a smile in her eyes, "Mr. Walton, please."

She got out of the car first.

William Walton looked around to confirm before getting off.

He was here to see what the hell she was up to.

Laura Green walked past the roadside rocks and headed for a huge 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 rocks inside, arranged in an ingenious manner according to the size of the stone.

Just like a stone table and two stone chairs.

The sea breeze outside was very strong, but here, there was only a light breeze. It was very comfortable.

She sat down on a flat rock and switched on the flashlight.

She took two plastic plastic disposable paper cups out of her bag and set them on the big stone table.

Then she took out the thermos and two packs of instant coffee and poured them into the cup.

She skillfully brewed the coffee and handed it to William Walton, who was still standing there.

He did not move, but said lightly, "Is this the place where you want to buy me coffee?"

"Yeah, doesn't Mr. Walton think it's good here?"

He raised his eyebrows. He didn't know since when his face had become so worthless.

"This is my secret base, it's my first time bringing someone else here."

He took the coffee and sat down on the other side.

It wasn't dark because of the moonlight and the faint light from her cell phone.

"You said this is your secret base?"

"Well, my mother brought me here. This sea has not been developed, so basically no one will come here. Every time I feel bad, I would come here to sit for a while. It's very quiet and comfortable here.

She pointed to the top of her head.

William Walton raised his head, the night sky was very beautiful.

"As long as you sit here with the sea breeze, listen to the sound of the sea, and look at the beautiful night sky, I will feel that life is still pretty good, and the future is still pretty promising, don't you think?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Not really."

She shrugged. "It seems capitalists don't think the same as poor people like me. No wonder I'm poor."

He laughed out loud, a rare laughter coming out of his mouth.

She looked at him in surprise: "Mr. Walton, so you know how to laugh."

He rolled his eyes at her. "Is there anyone in this world who can't laugh?"

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

"Are you familiar with me?"

"Not really," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

She took a sip of her coffee and looked up at the night sky. She hadn't enjoyed it in a long time.

The surroundings suddenly quieted down. William Walton tried to take a sip of coffee and frowned. "What is this stuff that's so bad to drink?"

She looked at him: "Mr. Walton, it can't be that you've never had instant coffee before, right?"

"Indeed not."

She laughed. "I'm sorry, but I forgot again that you are a capitalist. Next time … "No, no, no, I better not treat Mr. Walton to a drink from now on. After all, we are not on the same level, we won't have another chance."

"I'll drink it," she said, bringing the coffee cup in front of him to her.

He quickly pulled his coffee cup back to his side. "I just said it's bad. When did I say I wasn't going to drink it?"

She felt embarrassed for a moment. Everything was fine. Why was he so angry?

Do capitalists have regular menopause?

"Just now at the bar, why are you so sure that the man was ordered?"