chasing wife crematorium

Su Lang took advantage of the wind and light boat to immerse herself in the movie, sat down quickly, drew back her hand and slapped herself.

Soft what, soft what?

She rubbed her lips and felt relieved: her lips are also very soft, yes, they are also very soft, like jelly.

Afraid of having some weird thoughts again, she hastily pinched her lips again and again until they turned bright red before stopping.

Is this enough fun?

Su Lang comforted herself in her heart, while quietly glancing at Feng Qingzhou.

Lips that have eaten popcorn, because they are stained with a little oil, the bright color is even more attractive, and the pink tongue is like a pearl hidden deep in the shell, looming in the water...

If she kisses her, will she be blush too?

Su Lan's eyes darkened, she stretched out her hand unconsciously, twisted a piece of popcorn into the bucket, and brought it to Feng Qingzhou's mouth in the same way.

Feng Qingzhou subconsciously picked it up again, chewed it lightly, and licked his lips, feeling a little thirsty.

Su Lan thought for a few tenths of a second, and silently handed over her own fat house happy water.

Feng Qingzhou held the straw in his mouth, sucked it several times without sucking out the water, frowned in surprise, then bit the straw from flat to round, and took a big mouthful of Coke as he wished.

The plot was at the climax of the breakup, Su Lang took the drink back and continued to feed.

One eats, one feeds, but it is also very harmonious.

When the movie was over, Feng Qingzhou covered his mouth and swallowed several full belches before he was willing to look at the owner beside him and the empty popcorn bucket and drink cup.

Feng Qingzhou was a little confused, "Didn't you just feed me a few?"

Su Lan honestly told the cruel truth: "Basically, you eat..."

"..." Feng Qingzhou suppressed another hiccup, imitating Su Lang's honesty, "It smells so good."

As for the bite mark on the straw, she pretended not to see it.

That was her coke, Su Lang never drank it.

What, you said you drank it?Forgot, thank you.

Feng Qingzhou deceived himself a bit before asking about Su Lan's movie-watching experience: "What do you think of this movie?"

Besides dog blood, she has no other adjectives.

Su Lang's reaction was quite different from what she had imagined: "It's okay, let's do it."

"You feel good?"

Su Lang, who barely looked at it, nodded, and said solemnly: "It's average, not too bad. What about you?"

Feng Qingzhou thought that his requirements might be too high, so he reluctantly gave a good review: "I also think it's okay."

"Next time... let's watch something more exciting."

"it is good."

The two people who are not very interested in romance movies reached an agreement, so that they both ignored a very subtle question: Is there a next time?

Whether there is a next time or not, the weekend is still extremely enjoyable.

Of course, if Deng Zi didn't have all kinds of appointments with Su Lan, she would feel happier.

To be honest, she couldn't understand Deng Zi's urgency for his wingmen.

After prevaricating with other things on WeChat again, she began to reflect on herself: Is this the reason why she has been single for so long?

Then she yawned again, grabbed the pillow and lay down on the big bed, lying on her stomach like a salted fish.

Anyway, she doesn't have to chase people, so what's the use of a wingman?

Thinking about it this way, there would be no problem, Su Lang slept peacefully for a weekend.

……

Maybe the heavens can't bear to see Su Lan's decadent and depraved appearance. When she was at work on Monday, a new case fell on her head again.

It all started with a strange email.

There are not many mailboxes in the office, one for each of them, all of them are work mailboxes, so they will not receive other emails except for business.

On Monday, not long after Su Lang turned on the computer, she discovered that someone had sent a business email over the weekend.

The title is very inexplicable, only three words - Bai Yueguang.

The same is not much better: To those who are destined for the office, please listen to the following song, and come to the place mentioned in the lyrics at ten o'clock on Monday morning, and you can find me at table three.If we can't meet each other, it means that we are not destined, so there is no need to do this business.

meet?Destined person?

Su Lan was silent for a few seconds, and couldn't help complaining: Is this person mentally retarded? "

That being said, in line with the principle that customers are gods, Su Lan still clicked on the following song.

"In my dream, I dreamed of a dream that I couldn't wake up from, and the red that you were under house arrest appeared..."

The melody and lyrics are so familiar...

Su Lang turned up the volume of the earphones a little, and heard the climax of the song: "Those who can't get it are always in turmoil, and those who are favored have nothing to fear..."

Wait, isn't this song "Red Rose" by Eason Chan?

The email said business, and also mentioned the location... Su Lan looked at the lower right corner, it was 08:30, and there was still an hour and a half left.

She studied for a long time but didn't understand the meaning of the email, so she ran to ask Nian Qianfan, Ying Xuan and Yi Feng.

The three of them also thought about it for a while, and finally Ying Xuan spoke in a certain direction: "The center of this song is the red rose, isn't there a cat cafe near our place? I remember the name, it seems It's a red rose."

Nian Qianfan was dumbfounded, and bid farewell with fists in his hands: "You black-bellied people who only know how to understand, are so convincing."

Ying Xuan glanced at her with a fake smile, then glanced at Su Lan.

"This email is not reliable, you should ask the boss to go with you."

Su Lang responded, and hurriedly ran to find Feng Qingzhou.

Both Yi Feng and Nian Qianfan silently gave Ying Xuan a thumbs up: "Yes, black-bellied girl."

Ying Xuan snorted a few times, sat back in the office chair leisurely, turned around a few times, and smiled as a bewildered aunt: "Hehe, I want to see two young ladies together in my dreams, now I can operate it myself It's definitely more enjoyable."

Yi Feng acted in panic and covered his broad shoulders: "I'm not a young lady!"

Ying Xuan rolled his eyes: "One of you is a stinky man, and the other has a boyfriend, so I'm not interested. I warn you, make more troubles and do a good job of assisting, you know?"

Nian Qianfan shook his head speechlessly, "I said you, why don't you join in the fun? The two of them are a little bit like that, but you are not afraid of overcooking the rice and making it burnt?"

Ying Xuan shrugged, turned off the Lily animation on the home page, and started working: "I think they are still very lively now."

Feng Qingzhou frowned and thought for a while about the uncooked rice mentioned by several people, then turned on the navigation on his mobile phone, and found that there was indeed a cat cafe called Red Rose within 500 meters of the office.

She put the cap of the pen back on the nib and turned the pen: "Let's go, let's meet the legendary Bai Yueguang."

Su Lan didn't like these words, and even felt a little bit disgusted with them.

Well, maybe it's because she doesn't have any?

Red Rose Cat Coffee.

As soon as they entered the door, there was a fat orange cat lying in front of the two of them. Its round body was like a convex blanket, occupying half the size of the door.

With its orange and white tail up and down, it raised its chin coldly, looking up at the two uninvited guests, as if saying: There is something to play, nothing to retreat.

Su Lan was overjoyed, she squatted down and was about to pick it up.The chubby orange cat swept its tail to her face, patted the pads very nimbly, jumped onto the power bank next door, and looked down at her.

Stupid human beings, don't beat me!

"Haha!" Feng Qingzhou looked at Su Lan deflated, and laughed out loud. Before he could say anything else, a touch of white flashed, and a snow-white Persian cat was already in his arms, and he licked his fluffy cat very gracefully. Fur, lazily relying on the wind and light boat.

"Well, it's a bit heavy." Feng Qingzhou complained intentionally.

Su Lan was very wronged, she looked at Feng Qingzhou and Persian cat anxiously, and didn't know who she should envy for a while.

But what is distressing is that her sight only attracts the Persian cat's ignorance.

A few kittens in the distance meowed childishly several times, and the hearts of the two lovely people almost melted.

Su Lan meowed: "The cats here don't seem to recognize life."

A clear male voice sounded from the counter: "All those who recognize the students are locked in the innermost part, and those who have contact with customers are all cats with good tempers."

This voice is as clear and smooth as a gentleman in bamboo, coupled with the gentle tone, like a jade pendant in your hand, it makes people feel peaceful when they hear it.

Su Lan followed the prestige, and saw a thin man standing up from the empty counter.The man's appearance is as gentle and elegant as his voice. Although he looks young, he has a peaceful and calm aura.

The man smiled apologetically at them: "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm sorry. I'm the manager of Mao Cafe, you can call me Jingzhu, welcome two guests. Do you have an appointment with someone, or are you here temporarily? "

Su Lan said: "We have an appointment with the guest at table three."

She had already seen it when she was teasing the cat just now. The seats and tables inside were not marked, and it was impossible to tell which one was table number three. Obviously, they could only rely on the store manager to lead the way.

There are quite a few customers in the cat cafe, but most of them are playing with cats or chatting with friends in a low voice. Apart from the aroma of coffee, it is quite quiet.

Jing Zhu looked at them in a little surprise, and beckoned, the orange cat that was squatting on the power bank just now jumped into his arms, extremely docile.

He rubbed the orange cat's head, and said to it in a gentle voice: "Be good."

Then he stuffed the orange cat into Su Lang's arms.

This time the orange cat was no longer mischievous and cold, it curled up in Su Lang's arms obediently, its tail hung softly on her arm, and it meowed lazily.

Su Lan stroked it happily several times, with a happy expression on her face.

Jing Zhu chuckled and motioned for them to follow: "She has been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me."

Feng Qingzhou stroked the fur of the Persian cat in his arms, and thought to himself: Why does it sound like Jing Zhu knows the same as the guest at table three?

She didn't ask because of unfamiliarity.

This cat cafe was much bigger than she had guessed, except for the seats around the outside, there were several small private rooms inside.

What's more interesting is that the style of each private room is not consistent.The one on the far left is Chinese style, the one in the middle is European style, and the one on the right is Japanese style. She even saw a corner of tatami.

Jing Zhu led them to the door of the Japanese-style private room, and then stopped.

"The cat can be carried up, please."

Su Lan and Feng Qingzhou thanked Jing Zhu, then knocked on the paper door: "Excuse me..."

"Is it from the office?" A gentle and pleasant female voice came, and Su Lang was taken aback.

She thought of the inexplicable email again, and couldn't help shivering.

Isn't there a literary girl in here?For example, let her sing "Red Rose" before officially entrusting them?

The orange cat wagged its tail back and forth, and almost threw it into Su Lang's mouth several times.

She poohed several times, spit out the non-existent cat hair, and couldn't help muttering to herself: No way, her singing is not tone deaf, but noise pollution!