What's the complaint number? Really put it down?

At that time, one night 10 o'clock sharp, she and her basin friend chatted happily with me about which boy she saw today that made her unable to extricate herself. The people present basically updated the indoor space, and the boys finally gave up: "I finally bid farewell to being single. Let's congratulate you on your dinner and gift! " What's the complaint number?

The whole scene was quiet, and all the rooms were immersed in an unspeakable atmosphere, surrounding everyone's heart. Looking back, she was still smiling, but she was already in tears. No one knows what to say or do at this moment. Tears with a twisted smile wet her clothes and hurt her heart.

For three hours, her eyes were still red, and the red eyes did not relieve the tears, as if all the mattresses were a little salty. This kind of caring tears has not met her for a long time.

Then all my friends asked questions, one after another after seeing what looked like a happy situation. "Is he talking about you?" "A thousand miles of marriage is hanging by a thread!" ? One by one, like a sharp knife cut into her broken heart. It seems that the boy's feelings were originally bought by her labor for others. Indeed, she did so much for him, but only got the sea water in this pillow core. What's the complaint number?

A year ago, when a boy named Yang Chen caught her eye in the job interview of the school student union, she knew him: a plain blue denim jacket, a dark brown satchel and a white T-shirt. This boy dressed in plain clothes also has a delicate face, which conveys the aura of sunshine through his eyes under his double eyelids; Sentences convey a gentleness that boys should have and give people heartfelt love.

"Hello, senior, my name is ordinary. I am a freshman in 2020. I came to the student union to sign up for a job interview. Please take care of it. " She talked positively with a confident expression.

"My name is Yang Chen, and I am an old member of the student union in our school. Welcome to join me at any time! " Before the girl knew Yang Chen's true identity, the boy's clear smile left an unforgettable memory in the girl's heart.

"You don't know? He is the deputy secretary of the school student union, "said her senior," but he is a meat that many people miss! Haha? " The teacher elder sister smiled when she said this, with admiring eyes.