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But fortunately, this can't be called a lucky life, but an unfortunate life, and the philistine old lady has made a big deal out of such a cheap life.

I am also very competitive. I feel that I am excellent in character and learning, and I am soft when I got a scholarship since I was a child.In fact, it just has to be like this, there is no choice.

The old lady never said how I got my name, and I asked her too, but she kept silent, so I stopped asking.

This year, I am twenty-nine years old, eighteen and one flower, just in my prime, but I have to work in this coffee shop to earn money to support myself, it is sad and lamentable~

Just as I was moaning and feeling sad, a strange woman came in.In fact, she is very beautiful, not beautiful, but beautiful, wearing a beige windbreaker, with a gentle temperament.

But I just think she is very strange, there must be something wrong that can't be said.

I really trust my instincts, people like me are always more sensitive to these than normal greenhouse grown flowers.

Just when I was in a daze, she came straight to me and opened her lips lightly. That lipstick must be very expensive. While I was thinking this way, a voice similar to hers sounded in my ear.

"Hello, can I have a cup of green tea?" As expected, the tone was gentle.

I quickly stood up, the customer is God, God is money, money can make ghosts turn mills, and even more can make me.

"Okay, please wait a moment." I responded with a slight bow.

I'm right, she is really strange, ordering green tea in a coffee shop, how many times have you seen such a strange woman.Hahaha just kidding, it’s just that very few people ask for green tea in coffee shops, and those who really want to drink tea will not come here.

Although she is strange and beautiful, she has nothing to do with me, and I don't think I will remember her for a long time, so I quickly made tea and sent it to her.

She was sitting in the booth by the window, crossing her slender hands to support her chin, looking out of the window and wondering what she was thinking.

It was originally a very peaceful atmosphere, but when the sun shines again, I have no choice but to break the tranquility and walk over.

"Excuse me, your green tea is ready, is there anything else you need?"

I put the tea in front of her, and I knew she wouldn't ask for anything else.

"No, thank you," she replied.

As I expected, she seemed to be a quiet person.

I went back to the bar, there were no customers at this time, and I was attracted by her again when I was doing nothing.

She took a sip of the green tea, her expression seemed to be hazy by the mist of the tea, and she couldn't see clearly.

She didn't wait for anyone, because she never looked at her mobile phone, stared at the time, just looked at the continuous flow of people outside the window, as if she was isolated from the world.

I also looked at the crowd outside the window, and I seemed to know that she should not belong there, and neither should I.