roses and lilies

After the morning meeting, I had no intention of doing business. I had that warm card in my pocket, and I was about to check on my godmother.

Sister Hong followed me slowly in that white Porsche Panamera. The gentle curve of the frog-shaped front face and the golden shield logo shone dazzlingly. The brown window of the cab was slowly lowered, revealing the With a handsome and natural oval face, he simply said to me: "Why are you still standing there, get in the car! My sister will take you to relax."

I lazily opened the passenger door and sat on the comfortable maroon leather seat. The fresh and natural aroma in the car was so intoxicating that I was even reluctant to put down the window glass.

Came to Lover's Cafe in Pub Street.The dark brown inner eaves and ceiling inside are simple and elegant, and the bright red roses on the exquisite dining table against the light of the candlesticks are more romantic and poetic. "Waiter, a cup of cappuccino and a cup of hot chocolate." Sister Hong subconsciously said Tell the waiter.

Drinking coffee here has become a habit for both of us to pass the time.Sister Hong likes cappuccino with heart-shaped milk cappuccino and doesn't like adding sugar.She knows I like drinking chocolate.This kind of atmosphere is what we are particularly nostalgic for. The comfortable and warm environment here can arouse the desire to talk to each other.

While wringing milk flowers with a delicate golden spoon, she said to me: "Wenwen, don't you envy my life?"

"Well, I'm very envious!" I nodded to her.

"Do you think I'm lucky to be born into this family?"

"Of course, your family background allows you to do whatever you want, what you want?" She is a simple and natural person. She has money and background, so I just compliment her, I feel that I am the most real in front of her.This kind of reality made her feel very comfortable, after all, there are too many people around her who are following the trend and playing with the wind.There were so many compliments, she was tired of hearing them, and no one would tell her the truth.

My frank words will neither make her angry nor make her feel hypocritical.On the contrary, she is very useful to her, so she is willing to let me have something to say.

A second woman would have turned away from what I said today, and probably spilled coffee in my face.But Sister Hong will not do this, she will tell me all the words in her heart.

She spoke bluntly, mentioned her family, her mother, the past when she died young, how her father treated her and her mother, how she hated her father, why she didn't want to be like a rich second generation Living like that, why does she like to be in the three groups, why does she like to be with me, why does she not want to get married, what does her ideal life look like.

I listened quietly. For a woman, listening to her confide in her inner distress is the greatest love for her.Especially a straightforward and simple girl like her.Although she is a little older than me, her inner age is far younger than she actually is.One sentence describes it as "simple and lovely, so simple that people have the desire to protect her".

Unconsciously, she talked for a long time, especially when she talked about her mother's death, she couldn't help crying. She was very sad. When she cried, the light makeup on that beautiful melon-seeded face was washed away into tear lines, and there was a pure and quiet look when she passed by. With no makeup and beautiful skin, she cried so sadly that she poured out all her anguish.

I had to lend her my shoulder and cry on my shoulder, so she wouldn't feel too tired.By the way, to satisfy my nympho mind, I stroked her gentle hair, and said comfortingly: "The past should always be let go, a beautiful new life is beckoning to you, don't think about it so much. You can't die. Fusheng, you have to live how you want to live in the future. Crying is a good thing, and you can vent when you cry. But you must not give up the hope of life." I seem to be still attached to my nympho state, this sentence Persuasion seems to be irrelevant.Hey, patronizing and hugging someone, stroking someone's gentle hair, what the hell is this talking about?She must have thought I was coaxing her again with the language in the book.

Her tears moistened my suit, but I felt sad to persuade her!Her condition is so painful.I am still alive like this!

The waiters in front of the romantic cafe had been waiting for a long time, and they gently opened the golden door to let the two noble guests into the hall.A tall and beautiful model-like lady walked in from a muscular man with his arms around her.

I recognized it at a glance, the model-like beauty was Miss Ying.The man next to her is calm and elegant, his clothes are simple but not simple, low-key but revealing luxury, this man is not small, he should be a very important figure.The waiters were all smiles and greeted them warmly. The man asked in a hoarse and steady voice, "Is the VIP room we reserved ready?"

"It's ready three days in advance, and it's cleaned up every day. No one is allowed in except for cleaning. This hall belongs only to you!" The waiter served carefully, for fear of losing this wealthy customer.

Sister Hong seemed to recognize the man's voice.The tear-stained face looked towards the door again, and glanced at the man and the tall woman in his arms.The tear line that has not yet dried up has formed two streams like torrents.It dripped down the sides of the face of melon seeds.She stood up quickly and ran out the door.

The man seemed to recognize her, and shouted in a hoarse and high-pitched voice: "Xiao Hong, don't go, come back! Dad has something to tell you!"

No matter how the hoarse and deep voice yelled, Sister Hong ran out without looking back and got into her car. Through the glass window of the car, I saw her lying on the steering wheel and crying non-stop.

At this time, my heart was also in a mess. The incident happened suddenly. Before I could recall it, Sister Ying recognized me. I greeted her unnaturally. Before she could introduce the man to me, I After walking out of the cafe and getting into Miss Hong's car, Palamela walked away like lightning across the bustling Bar Street Avenue.

Sister Ying never thought that her good sister Xiaohong was actually Uncle Lei's biological daughter. She had heard Uncle Lei mention that he had a daughter who was very willful and spoiled by her. She never thought that she would meet here today. What's even more coincidental is that this daughter is actually Xiaohong.Such close good sisters have now become enemies.Think about how it feels in your heart.This world is really big and big, but sometimes it is so small and small, the more you are afraid of something, the more something will come.

It's rare that the company is not busy, so Uncle Lei and Sister Ying made an appointment to have a cup of coffee in the quietest place in the bar street.She never expected to meet her unruly and willful daughter.The scene of her hugging Xiaoying made her eyes full again.What can I do, my daughter already has opinions on herself.

From childhood to adulthood, I have always neglected to take care of my daughter, busy with my career, and neglected this child. I have always felt guilty, and I don't know how to make my daughter happy.He did a lot of homework behind his back, he booked an island and a city on his daughter's birthday, even the Star Shopping Center.Spending a lot of money just wanting to win the smile of a beautiful woman, but who knows that her daughter has a plainer face than Baosi, but she can't even do it for King Zhou You.The more this happened, the more Uncle Lei felt sorry for his daughter, and he doubled his guilt towards his wife and daughter and repaid it to his daughter.I hope that in my lifetime, I will always give my daughter the best.

Uncle Lei has worked in the business and political circles for so many years, so it can be said that he has never been afraid of anyone.The wind and the waves are like walking on the ground, there is nothing he can't do, but his daughter stumps him, making him feel that he doesn't know what to do.Even though he racked his brains and racked his brains, his daughter still had a great opinion of him. Thinking about how he broke her heart again today.I don't feel like knocking over a five-flavor bottle in my heart, let alone the taste.