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Song Yun typed on the browser "How to get close to a boss and understand his life, except for roles like nanny and housekeeper."
Song Yun saw Chen Jianjin for the first time. Through the glass of the convenience store, the man's face gradually became clear in the smoke.
He lowered his head, and the light flowed down the clear outline from the bridge of his brow and nose to the peak of his lips. He looked down, and the hand holding the paper cup was slender and white, with clear joints.
Everything was just right, Song Yun thought, such a person should be worthy of such hands.
Later, Weibo pushed a piece of news about the introduction of smart agricultural technology to the countryside. The upstart technology in the copy was wearing simple light clothes and was surrounded by green wheat waves.
Ba Zong's romance novel suddenly took on a rustic flavor.
Those strategizing hands will also hold up a bunch of grapes among the green leaves of the soil.
Song Yun never believed in fairy tales, and all her life was filled with fables that taught her to gain wisdom through hardships.
That man was dignified, intelligent, polite and elegant, and even his background matched his qualities. In her opinion, he was simply an exquisite trap.
It's tempting to jump all the time.
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Snow was falling heavily, and in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Song Yun raised her drunken eyes and looked at Chen Jianjin's twisted face through the cup, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and was wiped away by a hand.
Chen Jianjin had something he had been holding back for a long time. He didn't need to say it while he was drunk, but he needed to say it when Song Yun was drunk.
"The word love is too strong. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it and will shrink back, so I just say I like you."
"I'm a boring person, and you're nice."
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Love is never about the superior person versus the inferior person, but that the two people are always on the same level. Whoever falls in first has the right to go first.
I can't be the only one being deceived.
Intention: Not to do | Cowards of love
