"Why are you out? Isn't it a meeting?"
"You're such a pitiful person, why should I run away?" Yaya looked at Xiao Ming with a rather contemptuous look.
"With your 700-degree myopia, it's even rarer to be able to see me than to escape from a meeting!" Xiao Ming held Yaya's hand habitually, feeling a warm tenderness seeping into his heart, and the stiff eyebrows couldn't help but smile.
"The left eye has not reached 700 degrees," Yaya reiterated dissatisfiedly, "Go and eat beef noodles, hurry up, you damn little pig liver!"
"Hi, hi, hi, one part beef, one part pork liver." Xiao Ming was made angry and wanted to laugh.
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