"Don't worry, baby. A little extra cushion." Wei Ming replied. Never hurt.
A feeling of illness began to sink into Xiao Min's stomach. She suddenly felt extremely self-conscious. Xiao Min admitted. The feeling forced her to go to the bathroom and pushed her fingers down her throat. Her breathing calmed herself down and she resisted that terrifying impulse. Remember that it has always been like that.
Burning in her throat, aching muscles, calluses in her joints, the feeling of not spending enough time, accompanied by knowledge, only then would she feel better to cleanse.
"Wei Ming." Xiao Min said, advancing steadily. "Please don't joke about that, okay?”
He knew he shouldn't. But she's been ignoring him this week, she's spent all her time with that bitch friend, in her place needs to be put back. It would be too much to take a step further now, though, so Wei Ming pulled it back.
"Well, after I get it, I'll get the thing. Can I pick you up after seven?”
Xiao Min felt less comfortable. "Alright, it's up to you."
It had always been close. Yang Jiaqi would occasionally tease her about the possibility of her becoming fat, but it always knew that she was joking. If any of Yang Jiaqi's jokes made it easier not to go back to the way she had always been, they would help her see that she was beautiful and that she should have confidence because she had a lot to be proud of. However, Wei Ming always had a piercing question when he joked.
The possibility that he might be serious, that her job was the hardest to find out about her bad habits…Xiao Min cleared these thoughts from her mind. They were stupid and dangerous. She put down her phone and continued to do her homework, but the bread and peanut butter left behind gradually grew cold. Her appetite had also disappeared.
Luo Chong sat uneasily in the driver's seat of his father's BMW. He insisted on Luo Chong.
"The truck isn't an acceptable vehicle for a girl like Patrick Connelly to drive around.”He had said that Luo Chong was certain. He had originally planned to enjoy it, but Luo Chong wanted to use his method. Yang Jiaqi implied an elevation above that of patricia, reminding him of his positive outlook on life the night before, although Luo Chong would be unable to resist the greatness of patricia Connelly throughout the meeting.
The door in their lane opened, and he drove to the house. It was an impressive sight, a well-groomed reason, surrounded by a huge structure. "Luo Chong stopped and walked to the front door. He knocked on the door and waited. Luo Chong didn't want to do this. He didn't want to meet this girl and have lunch with her, but he had already promised his father. If Luo Chong had not done so, his father had made his life very difficult, and he might have even put Yang Jiaqi's job at risk.
Gretka greeted her warmly. She liked working there. Luo Chong couldn't risk destroying it. A Hispanic woman opened the door and welcomed him. He stood by the door, waiting for patricia. A young woman with light brown hair came downstairs. When she walked closer, Luo Chong saw that she had light blue eyes and was quite beautiful. Preemptive hostility, he felt her smile fade away. He took her hand and shook it.
"Patrick Connelly," She said confidently," Nice to meet you.”
"The same goes for Luo Chong." he said, waving his hand.
Patrice smiled, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.
"Miss, will you like your coat?”The woman opened the door and asked her.
"Yes, thank you Romina." " Yes," answered patricia calmly. She then turned her attention back to Luo Chong. "My father arranged a watch for us at the club, I believe you know?”she asked, putting on the brown leather jacket that Chromina had brought for her.
He grabbed the spot and left through the door. They continued to talk as they drove, exchanged pleasantries, had awkward little conversations, and their minds went numb. They arrived at the Treading Waves golf club. The club, because it was a more common name. Luo Chong's father had a member who enjoyed the honor alone. He was very proud of it. Personally, Luo Chong hated golf and had only been there a handful of times. It seemed that the hostess knew her because she called her by her name.
"Ms. Cornelius." she said happily. "Like this, your watch's waiting."
Luo Chong followed the two women to a table, overlooking the lake-based southeast corner of the club's property. They sat down and ordered drinks. So far, she seemed bored. She drank her water and looked out the window.
"So…" Luo Chong said," Are you going home to rest?"
"Well, yes," she replied,"I'm pre-med at Cornell.”
Luo Chong raised his eyebrows. "This is very impressive."
Patrice grinned. "My parents are very happy." She proudly agreed.
A waiter brought their drinks and took a sip of Luo Chong's iced tea. He didn't know what he had expected, but it wasn't this. She seemed to be distracted, which was good in a way. After Luo Chong had told Yang Jiaqi that his father had planned for him today, she had told him to make the meeting as soon as possible on the United Nations date. He had heard her voice sound a little jealous, but had always resisted the urge to tease her.
Luo Chong did not tell Yang Jiaqi about his father's response to understand their relationship, but she was not smart enough to connect the dots between this meeting and her father's wishes.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Works here," he said.
Patrice nodded politely. "That's good."
Luo Chong's hair dropped slightly. He was planning one of the top projects in the country."It's nice like a tired parent might tell their child that it's nice, dear, when they try their latest finger-painting. He took a sip of his drink and told himself not to let it bother him. Who cared what she thought? Luo Chong let his thoughts turn elsewhere, and Yang Jiaqi filled him, because he remembered the day before they were together, a warm and happy feeling.
"My father said you went to a public school.”said patricia.
"I didn't." Luo Chong confirmed.
By the time Jane convinced their parents, the time had come to choose a high school. She had to learn to deal with people outside of her circle. She played on their father's weakness, he said, which would train them and so on. Luo Chong was not quite sure what exactly it was that she finally said that she wanted to convince them, but after that, it had simply assumed that he would follow his sister's path, which he was very happy to do.
She looked at him. "That must be…excitement.”
Luo Chong frowned and questioned. "What do you mean?"
" Yes, all those people from the north…" she said.
Luo Chong's opinion suddenly dropped. Before, he had found her mildly unpleasant, but she had been picked out by his father's prejudice. Now, he was sure that it wouldn't hurt when he didn't like her at all. As if she didn't feel the change, she continued to speak.
"What I mean is…" She elaborated," It's not like I'm blaming them for acting like they did. You can only do what you teach. This is a parent's problem.”
Luo Chong took another drink of his iced tea to stop himself from saying something that might activate the parameters. It was as if that was a sign that she wanted to keep going.
"I mean, it's like the Mexican people, it's not that this is where the problem breeds, but the culture, they're raising in. They're sharing, they're right-minded, they want one hand out, not one hand up. I mean, you should have heard the complaints about my father getting URM. When the deal fell through, we bought the Brazilian because they thought he could have done more.”she said.
Luo Chong could not bite his tongue.
"He might have, but…Then, those 2,000 people would still have a job.”He pointed out.
Patrice was a little annoyed. "However, URM will not match the price.”
"Yes, but 2000 families have no income because your father has decided to go for a huge reward, and more importantly.”Luo Chong said.
"Please." she said, her voice rising. "Don't tell me you're one of them? This bonus was for his performance. The report was completely exaggerated.”
"Yes, the appraiser only wrote a 10,000-word report wrongly. How did your father know that 2000 unemployed people would be dealt with? People who have worked for him for many years, people who trust him, do the right thing.”Luo Chong replied.
"He can do everything he does," said Patrice. Her voice was loud enough to attract the attention of the people around her. That's right, for someone who had f * cking worked for him for thirty years, the bonus was too good to miss.”He stabbed.
Perhaps Luo Chong just wanted to find someone to fight with. How could he expect her to do it? To condemn her father? It wasn't, although she had nothing to do with it at all. It had happened ten years ago, and they were all too young to really understand what had happened. When patricia spat something out and looked at him, Luo Chong realized what he was doing. He knew that he had gone too far when he shouted at a volume that was approaching.
"I think you're right about the early days, I think upbringing is the problem. Like father's daughter, I can't believe that you want to be a doctor and need sympathy. Your father won't give him charity. If a person wants to save his own life, I pity any patient you might have. You don't have to show sympathy if you have a gun pointed at your head.”
She stared at him with wide eyes, clearly hurt. Luo Chong didn't mind. He was very angry. Perhaps their emotions were misplaced. She just spewed out what was instilled into her head because she was young. He did not know her. This was his father. He should go after her, not her. But Luo Chong found an exit for everything about her, and he hated him for having grown up. In regards to the incarnation of culture, he attacked it. He left her at the dining table, threw a few bills to make up for his food and drinks, and retrieved the BMW before leaving the restaurant.
He fired the engine and pulled it out, sending gravel flying as he sped up onto the highway. Luo Chong didn't know that patricia was going to get a family, but he didn't care. The car's engine roared as he pushed down on the highway. He arrived at Yang Jiaqi's house in less than twenty minutes. She was just finishing up her makeup. Yang Jiaqi heard a knock on the door, and Winston began to bark.
The pug swayed his butt at the door excitedly as Yang Jiaqi came to answer, he admired Luo Chong. Yang Jiaqi, she replied with a smile. She was very happy about the unexpected visit. Luo Chong's face fell when she saw her smile.
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