chasing wife crematorium

Feng Qingzhou's expression was indifferent, the same as when he said "today's weather is good", but the habitual softness between his eyebrows and eyes was placed behind a film invisible to the naked eye, and he couldn't see it clearly after several times.

The tone of this sentence sounded like a joke. Su Lang failed to understand what Feng Qingzhou meant, moved her throat, and was rarely able to answer the words.

It was also at this moment that she felt the long-lost estrangement.

This person is Ruixue on the top of the high mountain, even if she climbs up to let her melt in the palm of her hand, it will still be snow.

The melted water is all bone-piercing.

Where did I go wrong, or did I say something wrong?Su Lan became at a loss, and looked at today's work process, feeling that there was something wrong everywhere.

A drop of water falls into the ocean without making any waves, but is that really the case?Perhaps, only Feng Qingzhou himself can know where those ripples finally passed.

"Awaited."

Jing Zhu stood up straight, brought down two cups of coffee from the dinner plate, and put the sugar bag and the milk bag in the middle, breaking the silence.

He was not a talkative person, so he turned around and returned to the counter, continuing to do his cleaning work.

Su Lang picked up the sugar bag and the milk bag and put them on Feng Qingzhou's side, quite cautiously.

Feng Qingzhou felt uncomfortable, and refused with an unchanged expression: "No need, the cappuccino itself has milk."

It was only then that Su Lang noticed the conspicuous white milk foam. She wanted to say that there was no contradiction between having milk and sugar, but after thinking about it, she swallowed it back into her stomach.

She has always been unable to hide her words, and when she held back like this, a little more grievance appeared on her face.

It's a widowed old Su.

The two cats obediently sat aside as soon as the coffee was served, like the left and right door gods, one squatting in each direction, the only thing they have in common is that they never looked at Su Lan, and stared at Feng Qingzhou eagerly.

Stared at by these three "cats", Feng Qingzhou's dark thoughts were suppressed by her again.

Her jealousy is really inexplicable.

Blaming herself in her heart, she automatically handed over a few packets of sugar and milk. Su Lang's happy expression made her feel confused again.

Every time my emotions seem to involve Su Lang's mood?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little joy: "Your mouth is very sweet occasionally, I wonder if you say that to everyone. For example, your girlfriends and gay friends."

Su Lan heard the words and understood.

The same is true of her dog at home. Every time she touches other dogs, it is very upset, and when she gets home, she licks her fingers again and again, as if marking them.

As it is with dogs, so it must be with people.

Who, as a leader, doesn't want to be the only one who flatters his subordinates?

No matter how you say it, Qingzhou is also the director. It is normal to have these leadership burdens, and she has to coax her.

"How is it possible to say that to everyone."

Jun, Sheep, Baer is like Wuer Ling Lingjiu

Su Lang was very sure, and her eyes didn't wander around. It's good, it means she didn't lie.

The uneasiness in Feng Qingzhou's heart was relieved inexplicably, and he handed over all the milk and sugar packets.

What Su Lang ordered was a cup of Japanese charcoal roasted coffee, which is dark in color and has a strong burnt bitter taste. Usually, sugar packets and milk packets are added.

Seeing Feng Qingzhou's expression relax, Su Lan praised herself in her heart, and added: "After all, Qingzhou is the boss, how could they send me money, let alone support me."

Feng Qingzhou paused as he handed things over, then grabbed the milk and sugar packets back.

Su Lang's thanks got stuck in her throat: "Thank you...huh?"

"Suddenly remembered that cappuccino is quite bitter, it would be better to add more milk and sugar." Feng Qingzhou tore open the sugar packet expressionlessly, and poured sugar into it.

The round sugar granules fell into the milk foam and disappeared quickly.

Su Lang was stunned, unable to understand why the sugar bag flew away from her mouth: "Didn't you just say..."

"Life is already hard enough, can I have some dessert if I want?" Feng Qingzhou tore open the milk pack again, leaving no more than one pack for Su Lan.

"Oh."

After Su Lang finished speaking dryly, she took a sip of the coffee she ordered just to try it out.

As soon as the coffee made contact with her taste buds, she frowned.The intrusive sweetness and bitterness are like the hell song of ice and fire, played in the whole sensory world, and the overly strong taste made her speechless.

so bitter……

Su Lang with a wrinkled face didn't notice the flashing smile in Feng Qingzhou's eyes.

The two ate lunch here and sat until the afternoon.

During this period, Su Lan almost learned how to make coffee... Of course, she thought it was her own.

They are familiar with every cat in Maoca, and even the proudest Persian cat will occasionally give Su Lan a chance to hug it.

Jing Zhu seemed to think that they liked cats very much, and that they were Ci Xue's friends who deliberately came to cheer them on, and never charged them a penny.Or every time before leaving, Feng Qingzhou sent the money directly to the merchant in the form of remittance.

Jing Zhu stopped saying anything after persuading them once, and just made afternoon tea for them in different ways every day as a silent thank you.Even Su Lan who doesn't like sweets can't help but praise, the desserts made by Jing Zhu are really delicious.

It is said that a dessert is ten catties fatter, and she suspects that she has gained dozens of catties.

These days lasted for five full days, and on Friday afternoon, they finally got a special guest.

The visitor gently opened the store door with his hand, as if the night had been lifted, and a hazy moonlight bloomed.It's easy to look fair in dark clothes, but women don't do this, wrapped in a white coat.This vast snow-white color is like a loyal fan, embellishing that moon-white skin is extraordinarily cool.

In the ice and snow, the thick and light eyebrows outline the edges and corners of the mountain peaks, the eyes are unfrozen lakes, and past the slightly straight nose is a lip carved with red plums.

It was obviously an extremely simple action of pushing the door, but because of his appearance and temperament, the whole process carried a little fairy air.

Like the fairy Chang'e from the nine heavens, she descended to earth.

Although Feng Qingzhou has seen many beauties of all kinds due to work reasons, but when he encounters such beauties, he will inevitably be dazed.

She glanced at Su Lan who was about to cast her eyes on other people, and her face darkened a bit.

1、2、3、4、5、6……

Very good, two seconds longer than when I saw her.

"looks good?"

Su Lang nodded, without taking her eyes back: "I have liked this kind of fairy daughter since I was a child, and I finally know..."

like?

Su Lang seems to be more interested in this kind of beauties than Jing Zhu?

Feng Qingzhou's mood was a little delicate for a while.

Should we be happy about the possibility of the other party having sex, or should we be sad that we are not such a person?

Feng Qingzhou answered sourly: "Do you know that she is your true destiny?"

On that side, the visitor nodded to Jing Zhu and sat in the front row by the window.

——That's the place closest to the counter.

Su Lang was surprised: "What are you talking about? It's Bai Yueguang mentioned in Ci Xue's email."

Previously, she thought this word was referring to, but now Su Lang thinks that this is Bai Yueguang's original light.

Look at this smooth hair, I really want to ask what brand of shampoo you use!

Her hair always sticks out. According to a friend, the reason for the dull hair is that the shampoo is not good enough.I'm still a little angry when I think of this, her Rejoice is not cheap.

Feng Qingzhou's expression is very complicated: "Do you think she has been thinking about this for so long?"

Su Lang: "Yes, it can be seen that art is drawn from life."

"..."

Feng Qingzhou fell into self-blame.

Why does she still have expectations for Su Lan in these aspects?

It's better not to ask Su Lang why she looked at her for several seconds.

Ms. Bai Yueguang's sitting posture is extremely upright, it seems that she has received special education.After she sat down, she kept looking in Jing Zhu's direction, her eyes were right and wrong.

But some people can't bear to see this scene.

Oh, there are cats.

The orange cat paralyzed in Su Lang's arms on Monday seemed to be very interested in the white fluff on Ms. Bai Yueguang's clothes, dragged its bulky body and rolled to the edge of the seat, stretching out its paws to grab it.

It's not naughty.As we all know, cats are born with no resistance to balls, balls of wool and other things.

Ms. Bai Yueguang frowned, and moved a little into the seat, avoiding the cat's claws.

The orange cat meowed unhappily, ran to the other side vigorously, and stretched out its paws again.

Ms. Bai Yueguang moved to the right again, as if she was tug-of-war with it.

The orange cat tilted its head and looked at her for a while.

One cat and one person looked at each other for a second, and the curtain ended with Ms. Bai Yueguang looking back at Jingzhu.

The orange cat licked its paw with satisfaction, thinking to himself: I checked the eyes, it is the person who wants to play with it.So, it bowed so fat that the flesh around the waist could hardly be seen, jumped into the arms of Ms. Bai Yueguang, and rubbed the fluff that was whiter than its cat's fur as it wished.

Wen Lian jumped up like an electric shock, controlled the volume, and shouted with a pale face: "Ah!"

Obviously, the fairy daughter's temperament has been attacked.

The orange cat that was shaken by her was also very innocent: "Meow!"

It also felt that Wen Lian was playing with it.

Jing Zhu just came over with coffee, quickly put the coffee on the table, hugged the orange cat, and looked at her thoughtfully: "Are you still afraid of cats?"

Wen Lian wiped the area where the orange cat rubbed just now with a wet towel, and then said with lingering fear: "Well, I can't change it. I'm sorry, it's obviously your cat..."

Jing Zhu put the orange cat aside and signaled it to play somewhere else, "I've always been afraid of cats, why do you still come to cat cafe?"

Wen Lian also cleaned up her gaffe in a short period of time, sat down again, and looked at him with her hands propped up: "Because...you are here."

Jing Zhu was helpless: "Wen Lian, I told you I have a girlfriend."

Wen Lian smiled, her eyes were full of bright light: "I, Wen Lian, don't even bother to be a mistress. It's just that you and I know in our hearts that you are not suitable, so I can't even wait for you?"

The first half of the sentence is like a proud phoenix flower, which attracts people to climb; the second half of the sentence just rightly reveals a touch of affection and tenderness, which makes people feel pity.

Feng Qingzhou twitched his eyebrows, and made a derogatory or commendable comment: "It's a good method."

Isn't it?

He obviously doesn't like cats, but he has to force himself to come here; he knows that Jing Zhu has a girlfriend, but he still doesn't change his mind.

This affectionate character is well designed, and he has a good grasp of the man's mind.

Jing Zhu also put away her smile, and said seriously: "It's up to her and I to know whether it's suitable or not. Why should you...wait for me, there is always someone better than me."

When Jing Zhu said the word "waiting for me", his expression was a little subtle, it should be sad and regretful.

Wen Lian was happy in her heart, but dejected on her face. She laughed at herself and said, "That's right, it doesn't matter to me whether you are suitable or not. It's just that I'm used to waiting for you. Since we separated that year, I haven't stopped... you Just treat me like a bitch."

After speaking, she made a gesture to leave the cat cafe.

On the side of the melon table, Su Lang observed Wen Lian's snail-like leaving speed, and was very puzzled: "She is going to leave, but she is still walking so slowly? Did the cat scare her motor nerves off?"

Feng Qingzhou laughed, and said helplessly: "Idiot, that is waiting for Jing Zhu to stop her."

Su Lang spread her hands, and began to describe the shiny green hat on Ci Xue's head in her heart.

Ah, love is a light, so beautiful.

Urban routines are deep, let's go back to the countryside.