[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

predecessor observation report

New York, Manhattan, three forty in the afternoon:

The soft voice said: "Long time no see, where do you work, Song Xin?"

Song Xin's smile froze. She turned her head and saw a young girl in a red dress with delicate makeup standing behind her. She had a face that was six points after the standard makeup of North American Tucao Jun.

Song Xin stared at her for a moment, then said gently, "I work for the Surprise News here."

The girl showed an impeccable smile: "I didn't expect you to be a reporter in the end. When we first heard that you were successfully employed at the newspaper, we bet that you would be fired within three months?"

Song Xin said flatly, "I'm not so confused."

The girl said with a smile: "It is said that you have to change your outfit after you get a job in the United States. Why are you still the same as when you were an undergraduate?"

Song Xin just felt a pain in the head, this kind of bitch conversation was what she was least good at, and Song Xin didn't know which hair of hers offended this little girl, based on what she knew about this girl, the next step would probably be to Whip dead ex-boyfriend.

The little girl smiled like a flower and said, "It's no wonder Wei Zhe dumped you, you're already 22, and you're still like this—so plain-faced."

Song Xin nodded in good temper to express her approval: "Oh."

Logan watched from the side, Song Xin didn't mind that this kind of conversation was overheard, she didn't even care about it - Song Xin thought it was a waste of life, there are indeed some people in this world who take pleasure in bullying, but Such people did not include Song Xin.

The little girl said: "Song Xin, I'm currently working at Howell Investment Bank on Wall Street. Come and see me when you have time. I can buy you a cup of coffee."

Song Xin didn't even bother to put on an expression, she said blankly, "Forget it."

Logan folded his arms, watching as if watching a play, what kind of moths the girl in red can make.

The girl in the red skirt looked at Logan, and asked Song Xin: "Who is that uncle? I didn't realize that you still like old men."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin said, "That's my current—"

The girl in the red skirt didn't even listen, her red lips moved slightly, and she smiled at her: "Let me tell you, Wei Zhe is also working in the same investment bank as me now, and we will get married next year. His mother took me to Looking at the diamond rings, each one costs a hundred thousand dollars—”

Song Xin put on a face of sincerity: "It's so powerful——"

Logan Howlett raised his hand, separating Song Xin from the girl in the red dress.

Logan said, "Is it over?"

Song Xin explained bluntly: "I don't think I should be the one to answer this question, after all, I'm also a victim—"

Logan Howlett left Song Xin with a back view, protecting Song Xin with his arms: "I didn't talk to you."

Then he turned sideways and said in a deep voice, "—the one in the red dress, are you finished?"

Song Xin was stunned for three times: "Eh?"

The face of the girl in red changed three times, then she snorted coldly, and walked away with her Hermes Birkins bag on her shoulders.

Song Xin whispered: "...Thank, thank you."

Logan patted Song Xin on the shoulder: "Usually I see you are very talkative, why can't you handle this situation?"

Song Xin looked at the direction in which the girl left with a sense of loss. The sunshine on the streets of Manhattan was alive again, jumping golden yellow on the asphalt road.Song Xin was dressed in a T-shirt and denim, standing there looking helpless, dressed like an ordinary college student who had just graduated and was confused—and she was indeed.

Logan was silent for a moment, took out his phone, unlocked the screen lock, and opened the review software.

The East River is turbulent, and the Brooklyn Bridge has gone through a hundred years, refracting golden light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Song Xin stood by the river in a daze, holding her small JanSport schoolbag, her heart full of doubts about herself.Logan disappeared for the time being, Song Xin rubbed the tip of her nose that was red from being smashed by chalk in the morning, and felt that she might be a little IQ deficient.

"Little friend." A man's clear and hoarse voice came from behind: "——I have lived much longer than you. If you can't turn back to that kind of person, you can just turn around and leave."

Song Xin: "Huh?!"

Song Xin turned her head, Logan Howlett smiled tolerantly, and stood behind Song Xin holding two egg waffles. Jelly beans and red cherries.

Then he touched Song Xin's shoulder and handed her a copy.

Song Xin: "...Eh? I—"

Then Song Xin's face turned red immediately, and he hesitated to explain: "I just forgot—I should have invited you, I already agreed..."

Logan said gently: "It doesn't matter who invites you, eat something you like, be happy, and don't think about things that make you unhappy."

Song Xin took it shyly, and said shyly, "That's not the problem."

Logan raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Song Xin said honestly, "Actually, I don't even know that girl's name."

Logan: "..."

Logan Howlett looked at the ice cream in front of him with mixed emotions: "...you really don't know?"

Song Xin said: "Maybe I knew it when I was in my junior year. At that time, she tore me up like a crazy person... But my memory is not very good, especially for such insignificant people. I can't remember now. gone."

Logan said, "You should be happy to be alive."

Song Xin said with a smile: "At that time, my roommate—that is, the roommate in New York, named Edith Cooper, she has been sharing the apartment with me since my freshman year. She helped me tear up the one just now— I can't remember the name of the woman."

Logan laughed: "Then why are you sad?"

Song Xin looked at the rose-colored river in the distance, and said wistfully, "I'm wondering if I have adapted to my role as a social person."

Logan dug out a piece of ice cream and said, "Do you still need to ask? No. ——This one is really good."

"I'm not the same as you guys." Song Xin whispered, "I have to adapt."

Song Xin said blankly: "The so-called graduation is... the reality of the world that you have to face suddenly. Some people can live well after adapting, just like that woman whose name I don't remember. But I can't adapt well. ..."

Logan rarely said gently: "Little friend, you are still young, and you still have many opportunities."

Song Xin hugged her knees angrily, gnawed on a scoop of ice cream with a small spoon, and said weakly, "But there's only so much time."

Logan smiled and said, "A lot."

Song Xin shook her head sadly, took two mouthfuls of ice cream, and became happy for no reason: "But this is really delicious!"

The clear river wind blew by, and the East River glowed like a rose in the setting sun. Song Xin's ears turned red inexplicably, as if she had a faint fever.

Westchester, Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters:

As it was getting late, Song Xin jumped out of the car, Logan threw the car keys to her, and Song Xin quickly grabbed them.

"Sell it." Logan said sincerely, "Before your car rusts, you can still sell it by the catty."

Song Xin shook her head immediately: "No, I don't have the money to buy a new one."

"..." Logan said, "If I were you, I'd rather take the subway."

Song Xin said righteously: "No, owning a car is an attitude!"

Logan was too lazy to argue, but felt that this kid—it seemed a bit inappropriate to say she was a girl—was not reassuring.After all, he is only 22 years old, which is too immature for this society, and it is an age that can only be grown up with bumps and bumps.

A quiet silence passed, and Song Xin suddenly said seriously: "Today, thank you very much."

Logan: "Huh?"

Song Xin said nervously, "Thank you, thank you for helping me out."

Logan looked in her direction, the garage was dimly lit, but in the dim light, she could still see that girl Song Xin was blushing surprisingly: she was not shy, but full of unspeakable embarrassment.

The predicament that people can speak out frankly has never been the source of their embarrassment.Song Xin can frankly admit that she has no money, and she doesn't care about that girl who is showing off her power at the age of three-then what is she embarrassed about?

Logan Howlett didn't know.

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_On how long the author can sleep...it must be...the time of cultivating immortality is too long and finally backfired...

Actually slept until eleven o'clock QAQ! ! !

And now I'm in a daze... In short, if you have any questions, you can just tell them TvT

By the way Song Xin's ex is still offline!