[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Blind Date Observation Report

Song Xin was obedient since she was a child, and her mother was the one who ordered her. Song Xin never dared not to listen to what Song's mother said. The next day, she thought twice and decided to go back to New York to seriously prepare for a blind date.

Storm girl Ololo Monroe caringly asked her the reason for her leave, and asked Song Xin if she was sick, and if she was sick, please ask her to trust Qin Gray's medical skills—then Song Xin said with difficulty: " No, I'm... My mother found a boy for me and let me get along with him."

Storm: "Blind date?"

Song Xin was about to cry.

Storm understandingly granted her a day off, and wished her a smooth blind date. Song Xin drove back to her apartment in New York as if fleeing.

Xin Song's apartment in New York:

Edith just happened to take a rest, and was buried in the recliner at this time, the wind was blowing on the gauze curtain, Edith comfortably played games while blowing on the air conditioner, and when she saw Song Xin came back, she was surprised and said, "You're back?!"

Song Xin nodded sullenly: "My mother asked me to go on a blind date."

Edith: "...I really don't understand you Chinese. Why are you so anxious to get married? What's so good about getting married?"

Song Xin was very desperate: "I don't understand either. So what clothes should I wear on this occasion?"

Edith said: "It depends on whether you want to develop with your blind date. If you don't want to develop, you can just wear the bomber jacket you usually wear. If you want to develop, you can dress up."

Song Xin: "That bomber jacket is obviously very nice!"

Edith: "I still think that jacket belonged to your grandpa. So what are you going to do?"

Song Xin shivered when she thought of her mother, but said honestly: "I don't want to have any development with my blind date, I have no experience with men at all."

Edith picked up the earphones and was about to put them on: "Then it goes without saying—"

Song Xin: "But if I'm perfunctory, I'll be beaten to death by my mother."

Edith: "..."

Edith said puzzled, "I really don't understand you Chinese."

Then Edith put down her phone, got up from the recliner, and asked Song Xin, "Where? What time is the date? I'll help you."

"I really don't understand," Edith flipped through Song Xin's clothes, feeling like an old mother: "I already dislike your undergraduate aesthetics, what do men in science and engineering wear? Plaid shirts and jeans. Song Xin, you What to wear, you wear a plaid shirt and jeans, you have graduated for a year, science and engineering men already know how to wear a suit and tie, what do you wear - a plaid shirt and jeans, you will not grow up!"

Song Xin argued: "I wear T-shirts in summer now!"

"It's the same as science and engineering men don't wear T-shirts in summer!" Edith pulled out a piece of clothing from the closet and said desperately, "What is this? A short-sleeved plaid shirt?"

Song Xin whispered guiltyly: "Uniqlo is cheaper."

Edith: "Don't blame Uniqlo. Uniqlo is very trendy when you wear it. You just have no clothes and no aesthetics."

Song Xin: "..."

Edith faced Song Xin's green, blue, and red plaid shirts, and couldn't even find a western-style striped shirt. She felt angry and wanted to pry Song Xin's head open for a look. Does it live in a litter of science Ph.Ds who have been delayed for three years?

Song Xin said stubbornly, "I still have a skirt!"

Edith sneered, "Ha ha."

Edith went to look through Song Xin's dress in the closet, and saw that dress, Edith almost didn't get it: plaid shirt dress.

Song Xin explained: "It can be used as a coat, a dress, and a shirt! Thank you Uniqlo! After I bought it, my mother said yes, look here, the design of this belt—"

Edith said desperately: "Can you shut up."

Then Edith pulled Song Xin into her room like an eagle catching a chick. Edith only felt that her roommate was living in a straight man. Doomed to be a lonely person for a lifetime-what straight man would like another straight man?

Edith didn't know it at the time, but there really was.

Song Xin was put on a full set of makeup by Edith. In the middle, Song Xin expressed her willingness to try it by herself countless times, but Edith slapped her back: Song Xin can draw any eyebrow. Crayon Shin-chan still thinks she's pretty, so it's basically doomed for her to do it on this occasion.

Edith: "You are not allowed to pull your eyelashes if your eyes are itchy, and you are not allowed to touch your eyebrows if you have nothing to do. If you touch it, you will be finished. Above."

Song Xin said firmly: "I'm not stupid! Don't worry, Edith, I think you are really amazing, you really turned decay into magic! Your makeup brushes are like Picasso's brushes... Ah, I'm so pretty, so It seems that my appearance is really impeccable."

Edith: "...isn't Picasso postmodern?"

Song Xin leaned on the full-length mirror: "I don't even recognize this coquettish slut in the mirror! I think I'm a Manhattan star!"

Edith said painfully, "Go away, go away, go away—the pile of plaid shirts on your bed won't wake you up."

Song Xin wore Edith's red dress, stepped on small high heels, and said confidently: "I am the blind date star tonight."

Edith asked with a headache: "...By the way, why are you so happy? Forget it, I can only wish you a smooth blind date."

Song Xin, who was glamorous and human-looking, miraculously turned into a Tucao Jun standard seven-point beauty after makeup, said with a fist: "I will definitely use my personality charm to make the blind date give up on me!"

Edith: "..."

Edith: "...you really don't let me down."

Manhattan, Lhasa Road restaurant, piano music is playing in the restaurant, and the waiters in neat uniforms are elegant and bring up plates.The ambiguous and dim light casts trivial and soft shadows on the glass.

Sitting across from Song Xin was a man wearing glasses, only a little taller than Song Xin, and at least thirty this year.

"This restaurant is not good." The man said proudly: "The restaurant I ate in France is more authentic. After all, it is a Michelin three-star restaurant. My mother and I made a reservation and went there to eat."

Song Xin agreed dryly: "Wow, three Michelin stars, that's amazing."

The man wiped his mouth with a napkin: "French food is still not good, and Japanese food is more suitable for us Asians. My mother also said the same."

Song Xin: "The Japanese grocery store is good."

"Yes, my mother and I flew to Florence last time and ate the local Michelin for three days." The man said proudly: "In the end, a local sushi restaurant saved our mother and son. To be honest, I think Chinese food is still too good. Rough, it really is considered low-end dining."

Song Xin almost wanted to flip the table and ask her mother what kind of psychosis she was looking for.

Song Xin suppressed her roar, and said politely: "The sushi restaurant is really good. I really like to eat the signature of N Duo sushi restaurant."

The man asked: "What is that? A domestic brand? My mother never let me eat anything that costs less than 300 per person."

Song Xin: "..."

Silence is politeness, enduring a knife on the head, Song Xin told herself, restrainedly took a sip from the water glass——pressing the fire.

"By the way, Miss Song, I think you look pretty." The man suddenly changed the subject: "You should live a refined life, but have you ever lived it?"

Song Xin: "?"

The man said: "What I mean is—of course my mother also wants to know, have you ever found a boyfriend, or a benefactor?"

Song Xin: "..."

"Pretty girls are always faced with the temptation to find a financial backer, especially in the circle of overseas students." The man said broadly, "If you have ever looked for it, please tell me the truth. My family does not want this kind of daughter-in-law."

Song Xin: "..."

The author has something to say: Thanks to Anxia, ​​Erzi and the nutrient solution for poached eggs in soy sauce! !

_(:D」∠)_Finally updated... By the way, the author may stop updating for a day this week... I'm so sleepy QAQ good night everyone!

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