The Romance Of Mr. Walton

Wen Qing looked at him with a smile in her eyes. "Mr. Huo, please."

She got out of the car first.

Huo Tingshen looked around to confirm before getting off.

Since she's already here, let's see what kind of tricks she's playing.

Wen Qing walked past the roadside rocks and headed for a huge U-shaped boulder not far from the beach.

When he reached the center of the U-shaped stone, he saw that there were three flat rocks inside, arranged in an ingenious ma

er according to the size of the stone.

It was just like a stone table and a stone chair.

The sea breeze outside was very strong, but here, there was only a light breeze. It was very comfortable.

She sat down on a flat rock and switched on the flashlight.

She took two plastic plastic disposable paper cups out of her bag and set them on the big stone table.

Then he took out the thermos and two packs of instant coffee and poured them into the cup.

She skillfully brewed the coffee and handed it to Huo Tingshen, who was still standing there.

He did not move, but said lightly, "Is this the place where you want to buy me coffee?"

"Yeah, doesn't Mr. Huo feel that this place is good?"

He raised his eyebrows. He didn't know since when his face had become so worthless.

"This is my secret base, it's my first time bringing someone else here."

He took the coffee and sat down on the other side.

It wasn't dark because of the moonlight and the faint light from her cell phone.

"You said this is your secret base?"

"Well, my mother brought me here. As this sea has not been developed, basically no one will come here. Every time I feel bad, I will come here to sit for a while. This place is very well healed.

She pointed to the top of her head.

Huo Tingshen raised his head, the night sky was very beautiful.

"As long as you sit here with the sea breeze, listen to the sound of the sea, and look at the beautiful night sky, I will feel that life is still pretty good, and the future is still pretty promising, don't you think?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Not really."

She shrugged. "It seems capitalists don't think the same as poor people like me. No wonder I'm poor."

He laughed out loud, a rare laughter coming out of his mouth.

She looked at him in shock: "Mr. Huo, so you know how to laugh."

He rolled his eyes at her. "Is there anyone in this world who can't laugh?"

"But I've never seen you laugh like this before."

"Are you familiar with me?"

"That's true... "No," she said, shrugging her shoulders, feeling a little self-conscious about the subject.

She took a sip of her coffee and looked up at the night sky.

The surroundings suddenly quieted down. Huo Tingshen tried to take a sip of coffee and frowned. "What is this stuff that's so bad to drink?"

She looked at him: "Mr. Huo, you... "It can't be that you've never had instant coffee before, right?"

"Indeed not."

She laughed. "I'm sorry, but I forgot again that you are a capitalist. Next time … No, no, no, from now on, I better not treat Mr. Huo to food. After all, we are not on the same level, and there will be no more examples. "

As she spoke, she placed the cup of coffee in front of him in front of her and said, "I'll drink this instead."

He quickly pulled his coffee cup back to his side. "I just said it was bad. When did you say I wasn't going to drink it?"

She felt a bit awkward. Everything was fine, why did she get angry?

Do capitalists have regular menopause?

"Just now at the bar, why are you so sure that the person was ordered?"

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