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Tea | words | feelings | small | said
"No, I'll pay for it myself."
Russell was a little weak, lowered his head and reached for his business card, but his movements were a little slow. She is waiting for him to leave. She didn't want him to see her embarrassment clearly. She wants to maintain her only self-esteem, which belongs to the poor and cheap self-esteem.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Russell bowed his head and his hands were shaking. She was keenly aware that there were two eyes staring at her movements for a while, no, maybe more. Schadenfreude, cunning, joking, those thoughtful eyes flooded her tight heart and made her speechless.
"Miss Su doesn't seem to have eaten anything?"
Lin Moran suddenly turned her eyes to the dining table where Russell had just sat, and then she chuckled: "These things are just to my liking. I wonder if I am lucky enough to let Miss Su give up her love and give us the food, otherwise it will be bad to waste it, right? "
This sentence is so beautiful that Russell looks at him and smiles. Finally, he can only bite his lip and nod: "If Mr. Lin likes it, take it."
"Then I'm here to thank Miss Su, but China pays attention to reciprocity. Since Miss Su is willing to give food so generously, I have no nerve to talk about dyeing. ...