Chapter 110 The Prodigal Son's New Love

Chapter 110 The Prodigal Son's New Love
"Now I want to tell you another truth. When I came here, I didn't miss her when I saw you. I think you are so kind. Just like what is said in the poem, there is another village."

"Artist, I won't accept this trick." Qiao Qiao smiled without revealing her expression.

He Luo picked up the wine glass
"For my art, and honesty, let's have a cup, how about it?"

"Okay, for the ex-boyfriend and the goddess, let's make a cup."

"A tribute to the past."

I don't know how long it has passed, time flows like broken sand in a thin bottle, engulfing the criss-crossed cups, and Qiao Qiao is also drunk.

The music is louder, like a group of chirping swifts, in the storm and thunder, on the booths and soft bags, how many people laugh, how many people cry, how many nocturnes can't be heard.

Not knowing where the courage came from, He Luo put his arms around Qiao Qiao. For the first time, he discovered that some things are not too big, but they can be very soft. There is a smell of lemongrass in the hair.

He Luo found that he was really not sad.

The shoulders in the arms were shaking, and He Luo found that Qiao Qiao was sobbing.

"Miss your boyfriend?"

"It's an ex-boyfriend."

"Cry, I won't watch."

"You're such a little monster."

He Luo put his arms around Qiao Qiao, his skin was hot and his red lips were shining.He Luo thought, slow down the time a bit, and let him be a scumbag for a while.

Jojo wanted to dance, so they went to the dance floor.

In the rhythm of a volcanic eruption, it looks like two water snakes entangled in the sea.

That day until the dawn was about to break, the two reluctantly separated.

Looking at Qiao Qiao waiting for a taxi on the roadside in the desert in the early morning, He Luo wished he had a two-door convertible sports car. This would not only save him a lot of trouble, but also allow him to know Qiao Qiao's home address.

"I'm leaving, little brother, let's meet again by fate."

Before getting into the taxi, Qiao Qiao turned around, smiled, pointed at her cell phone, and made another gesture to make a call.

Fortunately, they exchanged contact information.

He Luo took the first bus on the bus platform and slept for twelve hours when he got home.

This time I felt like the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the stars were pouring in.

He felt that he had just had an extremely long night and had just ushered in a new one.

The splitting headache almost occupied all his nerves, and when he was holding himself up to drink water by the bed, he gradually regained consciousness, and he naturally remembered the girl named Qiao Qiao.

"Damn it, what the hell did I do?"

He slapped his forehead, only to think that he must have gotten into his head last night.

Everything seemed so unreal, like a dream.

The only evidence is the number of phone calls and dozens of unread text messages on the mobile phone.

Excluding only two or three from Chen Lei and Miao Guo, the rest all come from the girl named Qiao Qiao.

Qiaoqiao: "Little monster, are you awake?"

Qiao Qiao: "Are you still sleeping? I woke up at 01:30 in the afternoon. I have a terrible headache. Maybe it's because I was too high last night."

Qiao Qiao: "Little monster, you were really fierce last night. How old are you? You look like a high school student. You don't have a baby face, do you?"

Qiao Qiao: "Where do you live? Can I find you?"

Then, less than half an hour later, she sent countless messages in a row, and it seemed that He Luo was the first and the second eldest.

Luo: "I am awake."

Not half a minute after the phone was put down, it immediately lit up.

He Luo wondered if Qiao Qiao was the proprietress of the mobile phone shop, or hired some people to help her reply WeChat messages.

In fact, it was neither. Qiaoqiao had just been waiting for news from him.

Jojo: "Ah, I knew you were going to wake up soon, so I have a premonition in my heart"

Qiao Qiao: "You understand, the premonition of a sudden call."

Holding the phone in his arms, He Luo walked through the living room and corridor, in the kitchen and on the balcony, pressing the Jiugongge keyboard in every hand.

They talked about everything, about people's livelihood hotspots, celebrity gossip, futures and securities, food and attractions, everything, like lovers in different places, and like old friends who met each other late.

When talking about He Luo is really a high school student, Qiao Qiao immediately sent a star-eyed emoji, saying, He Luo, do you know that my wife likes Xiao Zhengtai, so you came to pick on her on purpose?
When talking about work, she became a little reticent again.

Qiao Qiao said that she has graduated from university for two years and has not yet found a job. It is not because she is not capable, but mainly because she is not ready to enter the society.

He Luo felt that she was just an excuse for being lazy.

Luo: "Where do you get the money if you don't work? Do you know how much the wine we drank last night? Prodigal girls"

Jojo: "Six thousand three, there is still half a bottle of tequila in there."

Luo: "I forgot about it. How come you remember it so clearly?"

Qiao Qiao: "Because my mother paid for it!"

He Luo secretly rejoiced that it was a good thing he escaped the order last night, otherwise drinking 6000 yuan of wine would be too extravagant.

"What about you? Have you entered the society as a worker?"

"How did you know I started working part-time?"

"Because although you are young, you don't look like a high school student at all."

"you caught me."

He Luo sent a grinning emoji, without revealing his identity as the agent, but simply introduced that he owned a fruit shop on Yongping Street.

Qiao Qiao: "Fruit shop? Very good! I've always wanted to open a flower shop or something else, and it would be nice to be a proprietress."

Luo: "What else? A bar?"

Qiao Qiao: "Do you think I'm the kind of prodigal woman who goes to bars and dances every night?"

Luo: "Isn't it?"

Qiao Qiao: "Of course not. I went to the bar last night because I was in a bad mood. The place was noisy and noisy. The laser shot made my eyes hurt. Who can go there?"

Qiao Qiao: "By the way, how did you learn to club at such a young age? A small social person?"

Luo: "Would you believe me when I said it was my first time in a bar? I also happened to be in a bad mood."

Jojo: "So what you said to me last night is true?"

Luo: "What did I say?"

After a long time, the other side slowly replied with two words.

"All right"

Some people say that breaking up is so painful.In the story, two suffering people keep each other warm, and finally hug each other in the dark and cry.

This kind of sympathy, which is similar to pity and sympathy, is really not a holy thing. He Luo felt that he must have said nothing last night.

If so, those words are more or less perfunctory.

Two discarded rubbish, in the trash can, also want to say some comforting words to reflect their own value.

Fortunately, Qiao Qiao is not a little girl who knows nothing about the world.

In just two minutes and seven seconds, she sent another emoji of a cat poking her head.

Then add the text: "Are you there? Are you free to have a meal together? I want to pick you up."

He Luo smiled. He thought he understood what Qiao Qiao meant, so he typed and said that he was very busy and had no time to indulge in these male and female love affairs. Women would only affect my speed of counting money!

Qiaoqiao made a tearful emoji and said that a rich man supported me!Please, please, please, woo woo woo!

In emotional stories, the prodigal son's new love is always faster than the old love's revival.

(End of this chapter)