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Dear you are just a cover

Time: 2015-08-19Source : Original Editor: Forever Love Reading: Times

"Break up, I don't love you anymore."

You said so on the phone on April 1, I know this is no longer a April Fool's joke. Although I have known that your heart is now only on her body, I still feel sad for your eagerness.

I tried to play as a clown in an unmanned office, trying to raise the corner of my mouth to the most beautiful angle, a 45-degree smile. That was the smile you were deeply fascinated with, "Huh? Happy April Fools Day."

"Fuck!" You cursed impatiently, and it looks like you have no more humor to share with me.

I think I can imagine what you look like. You hold the phone with one hand, and the other hand is annoyingly inserted into the hair that you always spend a lot of time scraping.

"Which idiot invented April Fool's Day! Anyway, I want to break up and send me my keys back! Otherwise I'll trouble your company tomorrow."

With a click, the phone hung up. I glanced at the small clock in my computer, 23:40. With only twenty minutes left tomorrow, you may still be stunned by new love.

Turn off the computer and leave the company on high heels. Responsibility work is like this. Who cares what you do today, the boss only cares about how much useful results you can give him.

This job is not suitable for me, maybe I should resign.

Walking on the street at midnight is silent. It's like renting a house in which I live alone. Sitting on a bench inside the bus station, this time even the bus driver is off work, and it is really going to go there-Farewell .

Pushing open the shiny glass door that was wiped, the woman at the bar gave me a glance. She was tied with a pony tail, the height of 167, and was still enough to match the devil's figure of a model.

Sitting habitually on the far right side of the bar, this time, only her maverick boss and me who can't return home are in the shop.

Farewell, goodbye. Only this woman would take this name.

"What to drink?" Her voice was so nice, I didn't quite understand how to describe it, but it would be unconsciously attracted by her voice, at least, that was me.

"You decide?"

She nodded, and pulled out a cup shaped like a wine glass from the cupboard below the bar. It was an Irish coffee cup with two gold threads on it.

She put some sugar and irish whiskey, and then started to cook Mantening while lighting an alcohol lamp for a toast.

During that process, she didn't like to be disturbed, so there was no such item in her menu, but when I first came here, she brewed this meaningful coffee for me.

It wasn't until the whisky and sugar in the glass were fused that she was about to ignite the flames. She removed the glass to turn off the alcohol lamp, poured it into the cooked Mantening, and finally added the foamed milk.

She glanced at me and then circled around the edge of the cup with her index finger.

I sipped the cup of coffee that needed to be carefully brewed while she was still hot. She went to the door and turned over the words in the shop, then lowered the iron door.

"Why Irish coffee again?"

"Because I miss you." She pursed my hair lightly and hooked them behind her ears. "Did you break up?"

"Well, before work."

"No wonder." She chuckled. "On the phone just now, he can't wait to sleep with me."

"So, are you going?" I looked at her. "I want to do it, but not with him." She covered my ears, and I frowned.

"Don't make trouble." I pushed away the woman who was like a wolf and leopard. "I'm not in the mood."

Then, my phone rang, and she took out my phone from my bag, and the screen flashed a picture of me with that man. "I'm sure his first sentence must be Happy April Fool's Day."

I rolled my eyes at her, and then connected the call, "Hey baby, happy April Fool's Day! Did you just scare me?"

"Oh, a little. I also prepared a surprise for you." I smiled and gave the phone to another person in his doubts, "Hey baby, happy April Fool's Day! Call again to harass my woman , I will be angry and jealous. "

"Naughty." I muttered, and she played with my ex-boyfriend--and her ex-boyfriend.

"No, no, no, I didn't say I liked men from the beginning." She smiled, and kissed my lips gently.

I could hear the man's irritable scolding on the phone. I put the finished coffee cup where it should be, and then turned into the lounge inside.

Not long after, she came in with my bag and cell phone.

"He's furious." She sat across my lap and wrapped my hands around my neck. "Also said we were disgusting."

"I want to quit my job."

"Okay! I support you."

I smiled and untied her ponytail and put her hair to the tip of her nose. "The smell of coffee ..."

She grabbed my hand and kissed me, and I responded enthusiastically.

"Dear ... I want you."

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