Favorite!Haunted by President Bingshan

After leaving the Gu's Group Building, Xia Xing didn't take a taxi and walked straight to the subway. She likes to take the subway, which is convenient and fast.After getting on the subway, she randomly found a seat and sat down. It was noon and there was no one in the car.

Sitting opposite her was a couple, who were rubbing each other's ears. Xia Xing glanced at them as if nothing had happened, and then looked at the billboard next to him.

Every time she sees such a situation, she can only feel admiration in her heart, and it is impossible for her to be affectionate like no one else.

She asked her friend Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yan said, when you only have the other person in your eyes, you don't care about other people's strange eyes. Xia Xing thinks this statement makes sense, but he still has doubts.

Zhou Yan directly dropped a sentence: The doubt is because you have never really loved someone, and you must not understand as a single dog.

Well, she, a single dog who is neither married nor in love, doesn't understand.

Taking advantage of taking the subway and having nothing to do, Xia Xing remembered that he had received a lot of congratulatory messages yesterday and hadn't had time to reply, so he took out his phone and replied one by one to thank him.

After returning home, I finished watching the music program that was left yesterday, and read a book again. It was five o'clock.

She got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up. In the evening, her good friends Chen Ke and Zhou Yan wanted to celebrate her winning the award.

Facing the mirror, she looked at her face, and the words of the woman at the front desk at noon resounded in her mind: These days, anyone really dares to come to us Mr. Gu.

Thinking of Gu Tingshen's face that was prettier than a celebrity, and then looking at his own face, he suddenly felt that what the woman said was right.

Although the words are a bit harsh, not everyone is worthy of his appearance of being angry with both humans and gods.

But when she thought of the chilling coldness on his body and those cold eyes, goosebumps came up, she wrinkled her nose,

"It's good to look good, but it's too cold."

In fact, Xia Xing looks very good-looking, delicate and beautiful, white and clean, especially those eyes, which are clean and clear, crooked like a crescent moon when he smiles; when his eyes flicker, they are crystal bright, like a sky full of stars.

Such a pair of eyes has fascinated many people, even Gu Tingshen cannot escape.

However, she was very indifferent to whether she was good-looking or not.

When others praised her for being pretty, she smiled, and when others called her ugly, she also smiled. Anyway, whether she is good-looking or not is what other people say, and it has nothing to do with her.

This kind of beauty and indifference is both attractive and unforgettable.

She has a unique casual and free and easy, fresh and natural.

But when I met Gu Tingshen these two days, I became stupid instead.

Xia Xing scratched his hair a few times depressed, "What a mess."

Getting rid of someone in his mind, Xia Xing changed his clothes, put on a layer of sunscreen on his face, painted a circle of lipstick on his lips, changed his shoes, took his backpack, and went out to meet the appointment.

......

weekend restaurant

It was the rush hour on Friday, when I went to the restaurant, my friends Chen Ke and Zhou Yan were already waiting there.

Seeing her coming in, Chen Ke got up from his seat and put on a fawning look, "Oh, a great writer is here, sorry, I'm too far away to welcome you."

Zhou Yan, with a humble look, took her bag and put it away, poured a cup of tea, and brought it in front of her, "I'm sorry, Writer Xia, I have limited conditions, so I can only wrong you to eat here."

Xia Xing suppressed a smile, put his hands behind his back, looked around the room, looked at the two of them again, then cleared his throat,

"This condition is a bit short, but it doesn't matter, we are great writers, we don't pay attention to these, low-key, we pay attention to low-key."

Chen Ke and Zhou Yan held back their laughter, watching her cooperate in a serious manner.

Xia Xing took a sip from the teacup, and after savoring it carefully, "Well, good tea."

"What's the best way?" Zhou Yan asked

Xia Xing replied with two words, "It's thick enough."

"Pfft."

Chen Ke laughed and lay down on the table, giving her a thumbs up,

"As expected of a great writer, with good eyesight and good taste."

Zhou Yan laughed until all the branches trembled, "How thick is it?"

Xia Xing laughed loudly, "Look, what a thick tea leaf."

As he spoke, he showed them a few tea leaves floating in the cup,

"Our great writer, low-key, likes this kind of rough tea, simple and durable."

After Zhou Yan finished laughing and breathed out slowly, she gave her a shudder, "You're still addicted, aren't you?"

"It's not that you started it."

Xia Xing patted his painful head and pouted.

Chen Ke helped her rub her painful head.

"Our Xia Xiaoxing has achieved great success and has become a great Xia writer."

Zhou Yan raised her red phoenix eyes slightly, pinched her face,

"She's still a beautiful writer."

Xia Xing chuckled, and pushed Zhou Yan's finger away, "It's fine for beautiful writers, but great writers are still far away, but I don't mind listening to you if you want to." After speaking, he laughed out loud, The laughter is crisp.

"Look how beautiful you are." Zhou Yan tapped her forehead with her index finger.

......

The dishes ordered were served one after another, and the three chatted while eating. Zhou Yan couldn't wait to hear what happened to Xia Xing at the awards ceremony, and Chen Ke raised an eyebrow, also wanting to know.

Xia Xing briefly talked about what happened at the awards ceremony and the celebration banquet. The two were dumbfounded, and Zhou Yan looked in disbelief.