"I ….." Lu You’s Tang poetry was too soft to find a good reason to refuse her and left the company with her.
Tang poetry drove her red Ferrari roadster and Lu You took her car until she reached the revolving restaurant on the top floor of Fu Li Hotel, which belongs to Fu’s Tuanqi.
They took the ladder to the top-floor restaurant, Tang poetry, and asked Lu You to order a menu. The price of noodles was staggering.
"You’d better order it yourself." Lu You shook his head. "I have already eaten."
Tang poetry still ordered a meal for two, and the waiter ordered dessert first, with exquisite workmanship.
"Is this your first visit to this restaurant?" Tang poetry picked up a dessert and ate "Look at you nervous"
Lu You nodded. "Miss Tang, this is really my first time to come to such an expensive and luxurious restaurant. It’s not like me that ordinary people can afford to eat a meal, which is enough for our family to live for several months."
"Don’t call me Miss Tang, just call me Tang poetry." Tang poetry smiled and his eyebrows curved like a crescent moon. "We are friends, right? If we are friends, don’t call Miss Tang."
"…" Lu sorrow took the cup to drink a mouthful of water.
"Hey …" The Tang poem began to sigh. "I told you that I always liked someone, but he was so cold to me. I don’t know what to do?"
-digression–
Thank you for your understanding and understanding of me during this period. Since the beginning of the day, the leaves will recover more and more, which has kept you waiting. Sorry, thank you very much.
☆ There are so many people who miss you, so don’t miss me.
Lu sorrow holding a cup listening to the Tang poetry complained that her heart taste is very complicated.
She is Mrs. Lin, and it is she who is looking for someone in Tang poetry.
Should she take the initiative to tell her that she is Mrs. Lin, but she didn’t take the initiative to tell her about Mrs. Lin and didn’t take the initiative to ask her if she said so, would Tang poetry feel too proud?
However, the Tang poetry now seems to be more about Lin Mo-chen than emotions. She has no small thoughts.
When she smiles brightly, when she hurts, it’s real.
Come on, Tang poetry didn’t know that she was Mrs. Lin, but she still had a little fantasy. If she said it, she was the one who cruelly broke her dream.
Is she going to be such a vicious person?
Lu sorrow pursed her lips, and her heart was very contradictory and hesitant. She held the cup and tightened her fingers.
"Are you listening to me?" Tang poetry seems to be heartbroken at the sight of Lu’s worries.
She raised her hand and shook two sorrows before Lu, only to return to absolute being and smiled a little embarrassed "I listened"
"Then tell me what I just told you?" Tang poetry looked at her with her hands folded flat and the table round with beautiful eyes open.
Lu sorrow bit a red lip eyes some drift.
The man she missed in Tang poetry was her husband. How could she say that?
Talking about Lin Mochen from the Angle of Tang Poetry
"Miss Tang, listen to me-"Lu You summoned up her courage but was interrupted by Tang poetry. She was very dissatisfied. "I said don’t call me Miss Tang. Why did you call me again? If you don’t treat me like a friend, I will be angry! Because I regard you as a friend, can you stop calling me Miss Tang? It’s so awkward. "
Should she and Lin Mochen really tell her? Even if she wants to break her dream, it’s better for her to have long-term pain than short-term pain
It’s a great determination to make such a decision.
Even if the Tang poetry knows it, it will hate her, but this is already a thing. She is Mrs. Lin and it cannot change the fact.
"That’s good, Tang … Poetry. I have something to tell you. I hope you can listen to me for a few words, not just two." Lu You said primly, her hands were holding cups to hide her nervousness.
"Okay, you say," Tang nodded. "What is it?"
"The truth is-"Lu’s sad words were interrupted before he finished.
"Excuse me, two ladies-these are all the dishes that Miss Tang just asked us to take." The student politely requested and then brought all the Tang poetry dishes.
The restaurant is full of buffets, ordering Tang poems instead of picking them up by themselves, but letting students take them instead.
She is so used to being served that she doesn’t want to do it herself.
The student retired from the Tang poetry and picked up the fork to prepare the meal. "It’s not bad for you to try the food here."
"I haven’t finished yet." Lu sorrow still remembers what happened just now.