Those Sweet Times

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Tears to tears.

She didn't know if she should explain it to Shen Zemu. If she tells Shen Zimo that her face is painted but the pig's nose is not, it is equivalent to acknowledging that she secretly likes him to observe him; if not, it is by default that she is hostile to him...

It’s difficult.

At the end of the warmth, I had to push the book to the first banquet of Lin, and ambiguously complained: "It is him."

Lin’s first banquet took the book from the good, and put it in his pocket. He looked at Shen Zemu with a kind of resolute and stubborn look: “This notebook is mine.”

Very good, a boy with a pink notebook, really, awesome.

Things inexplicably become more and more fascinating. To warm up, I still want to defend. As a result, Shen Zemu’s eyes were swept away. The brain had a second piece of fragmentation. She opened her mouth and didn’t know what to say.

Shen Zemu did not say a word, and returned the nightingale to the checkout counter: "Package."

The cashier's movements were skillfully packaged. Seeing that he was leaving, the cashier said: "Customers who consume today in this store can receive complimentary souvenirs for free."

Hey, like a professional cross-talker, handed out in a timely manner: "What is a souvenir?"

"Single dog sticker." The cashier said, referring to a pile of stickers hanging in the foreground near the sausage machine.

I also looked forward to the warmth.

I have to say that the souvenir is really... As the name suggests, it is a simple and concise name. It is a single dog sticker. It really makes a dog's head there. This year, such a sincere business is really rare...

Shen Zemu glanced at the "exquisite gifts", and for a moment he suspected that he was surrounded by mental retardation.

Refused to the cashier's gift, Shen Zemu left the convenience store silently with the nightingale.

Well, the pace is a bit faster.

Looking through the glass window, he looked warmly at his back.

Lin first feast comforted her: "You can rest assured that he will not be angry because of this kind of thing, men are not so careful."

He walked over with his nightingale and said: "That's right, don't worry about warming up. He's not angry. He just is embarrassed, can't hang on his face."

"I blame you." I glanced at Lin’s first feast.

Lin first feasted her blame for her blame. He took out his notebook and gave it back to her.

I feel that it is really pleasing to see these two people sitting on each other, no matter what they do. He can look at them like this and eat a bowl of rice.

——

After returning to the bedroom in the evening, I got entangled and finally sent a message to Shen Zemu.

Warm: Master, sorry, this is a misunderstanding. TAT

Shen Zemu: Nothing.

Warm: Are you not angry?

Shen Zemu: Not angry.

Shen Zemu was not angry because of the smearing of the kindergarten level, but he was puzzled and awkward. For a long time, Shen Zemu was asked to export: Do you hate me?

Warmth: No, I don't hate the seniors.

Shen Zemu: Yes.

Shen Zemu almost believed her, and then he brushed a circle of friends and saw the one that Lin had just sent.

Lin Chuan Banquet: Receive a gift. 【image】

The picture is a painting, the first lining of Lin in the painting has been maximized, and there are two fox ears deliberately selling cute. The painting is "warm god", you don't have to guess and know who it is.

Everything is afraid of contrast. After the comparison, there will be a gap, and the trivial things will bring a little bit of arrogance.

With the character of Shen Zemu, he would not ask anything, just silently turn off the chat window and quit WeChat.

The conversation between the two people stayed on his last "hmm".

Looking at their chat records warmly, a little lost. I want to say something more, but I don’t know what to say.

She was worried, and Lin’s first feast sent her a message.

Lin Chuan Ban: My new avatar looks good.

It was warm to discover that his new avatar was the painting she gave him, and he also specially adjusted the color. The color of the original paper was pure white, and now it becomes faint, like a photo paper that has been immersed in time, and gentle and gentle.

She opened his circle of friends and saw the new one.

Warm smile, silently praised.

Then reply to the Lin first feast: look good.

When Lin first feast saw these two words, he took the lead and asked her: What do you want to hear?

Waited for a few seconds, did not wait for her reply.

He opened a message from a circle of friends and saw a message from his mother.

Mom: Dear son, although I and your dad really worry about being seduce by the fox, we don't want you to be a fox. - Love your mother most.

Lin first feast sent a message to her mother: Mom, what gift do you want for this birthday?

Mom: The child is growing up. Mom is so touched!

Lin first feast: Mom don't misunderstand, I have no money to buy gifts for you.

Then he was deleted by his mother.

Lin’s first banquet was a bit regrettable, and I sent a message to my father: Dad, my mother deleted my friend.

Dad: Ah? What did you say?

Lin Chuan Ban: I just asked what gift she wanted this year, according to your request.

Dad: Will you delete this? Are you poisonous?

Lin Chuan Ban: This will delete me, shouldn't you say that your mother is poisonous?

Dad: You said my wife like this, do you want to die?

Lin Chuan Ban:...

Lin Chuan Ban: Then ask yourself, I don't care about your business.

Dad: Hey, actually I know what she wants.

Lin Chuan Ban: Then you go.

Dad: I can't get it.

Lin Chuan Ban: Is there something in the world that you can't do?

Dad: Don't mention it, it's hard to say.

Lin Chuan Ban: Tell me, I want to hear.

Dad: You are a little child, it is useless to tell you.

Lin Chuan Ban: Useful, can make me happy.

Then he was deleted by his father again.

Lin’s first banquet was abandoned by his parents. After exiting the chat window, he saw an answer from the warmth.

Warmth: I want to listen to the shore of Lake Baikal~(*/∇\*)

Lin first feast smiled at the lower eyebrows and returned a word: good.

The author has something to say: A friend cares about entering a few more tomorrow. Well, at least two, if there is spare power to write the third, there will be a third. Please bless me with the spirit of the body and make a fist!

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