Mr. B and Mr. A are childhood sweethearts. Over the years, both of them can wear a pair of trousers.

On this day, at the begging of Mr. A, Mr. B accompanied him to buy flowers.

Heaven and earth grocery store.

Mr. B: She doesn't like you, so why buy her some flowers?

Mr. A: I am willing. Mr. A is dissatisfied when he picks and chooses among a bunch of colorful flowers.

Mr. B: A twisted melon is not sweet, why don’t you understand. Mr. B is very anxious.

Mr. A: Although the twisted melon is not sweet, sometimes I don’t care whether it is sweet or not, I just want to twist it off, and I will be happy when I twist it off.

Mr. B: Do you really like her that much?

Jun A: Who said I like her? !

Mr. B: Then why do you insist on twisting this melon off? ! !

Mr. A: Because——who told her to like you! Mr. A was so angry that he opened his mouth.

Mr. B couldn't believe it, and those who were overjoyed were a little incoherent: you. .Who are you. . .explain. .

Mr. A: Stupid.Turning her head, her face flushed and she continued to pick flowers.

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