Chapter 3 Emotional Expression
"Wow, this is really something high-end, fun, useful and impressive," Tong Mai held the Apple phone in his left hand, couldn't stop praising it, looking at it from all sides, touching it gently, reluctant to put it down.
"Yeah, I think it's pretty good too,"
Old Lady Huo finally saw a hint of joy on Tong Mai's face, and the stone that had been pressing on her chest also fell, and she followed suit with a pleasant smile.
As soon as Tong Mai saw Old Lady Huo approaching, her face suddenly darkened. "What's the matter with you? You think a fourth-generation heir can dismiss me? I'm not that easy to get rid of."
In fact, she was indeed sent away.
At least, Mrs. Huo's actions made her somewhat moved, she had completely shed the thorns of when she first met her, and was now a kind and gentle old lady.
"Tong Xiaomai, what do you want? As long as you say it, I will definitely buy it for you," said Old Lady Huo with a solemn oath. Of course, she was indeed someone who could afford anything she wanted, and buying an iPhone 4th generation was just a small matter to her.
"What should I buy... let me think..."
To be honest, if it were in the past, she wanted many things...
Because it was too bitter, so almost everything was what she wanted.
Beautiful clothes, quality life, handsome men... there are too many, too many.
However, now she has the opportunity to make a move, and she also believes that Old Lady Hu has enough skills to satisfy her, but she doesn't want anything anymore...
"What do you want, I'll think for you," Old Lady Hu furrowed her brow, indicating deep thought. After a moment, her eyebrows relaxed, "I know, Tong Xiaomai, I know what you want most now."
"Oh, what is it,"
Tong Mai's weak response was in stark contrast to Old Lady Huo's current ecstatic mood, she herself couldn't think of what she wanted, would she know? She didn't even understand herself...
However, Tong Mai is looking forward to her answer very much.
"You should want our Xiao Ze, actually, our Xiao Ze is quite good, a talented and handsome young man who can get things done..."
"Stop... old lady, don't say any more," Tong Mai hastily stepped forward to cover her mouth, or else it wouldn't just be goosebumps all over his body.
"Hmm... I haven't finished yet," Old Lady Hu pulled down Tong Mai's palm in protest.
"Alright, you don't have to say it, I understand what you mean. However, old lady, I can tell you with absolute certainty that I am not interested in your so-called Xiaoyan... Good looks can't be eaten as rice, and there are plenty of handsome and elegant men in this world."
Tong Mai's face was full of disdain.
Just because of He Yi Ze's extremely poor performance last night, just because of his usual overbearing and oppressive attitude towards her, she only had hatred for him, apart from the feeling of hatred, it was still hatred...
"You really aren't interested, are you, Tong Xiaomai? I don't believe it," Old Lady Huo said, refusing to give up and also not believing.
"Yes, no interest," but seems a bit hesitant in response.
"Really,"
Mrs. Huo continued to confirm, and her golden-rimmed glasses almost touched Tong Mai's face, as if she had to confirm that Tong Mai was really not interested.
Tong Mai couldn't bear the confirmation, and after being asked repeatedly, her voice became softer each time, her guilty conscience pouring out from her words and actions...
"Old lady, what's the point of asking so many times? The answer is still the same," Tong Mai said with her head down, not daring to look into Old Lady Huo's eyes, as if afraid of revealing her own guilt.
Ask yourself if you really have no interest?
If you really weren't interested, you wouldn't have chosen him in the first place.
But at this moment, I'm really afraid to face the answer in my heart...
didn't dare to look straight at him
"What's that got to do with anything? Our Xiao Ze is the dream lover of countless young girls, you say you're not interested and I don't believe it for a second," Old Lady Huo said with a skeptical expression.
"Old lady, you really are something. You don't believe me, that's fine. I'm not a young girl anymore, how could I be infatuated? A man isn't useful just because he's handsome. Do you really want to know what I want now?"
"Mmm..."
Old Lady Hu nodded hastily, showing great interest.
"Old lady, can you please go out and let me have some quiet for a while? I'm feeling very dizzy right now, to the point of almost passing out," she whispered in her ear, making a racket.
"Is that so? I'll call a doctor over to take a look at you... Doctor... someone come quickly..." Old Lady Huo anxiously shouted outwards.
"Alright, alright, old lady, just calm down a bit. As long as you move out of the way for now, I won't faint," she said, wasn't that clear enough?
Indeed, it's obvious enough that Old Lady Hu's face revealed a thick layer of disdain, "So she was faking illness, this dead girl," she muttered, very displeased.
"I'm not faking it, I really am dizzy. I need to rest now, OK?" Even if someone wasn't sick before, after being messed with by her, they'd almost get sick too.
Although Old Lady Huo was unhappy, she still had to avoid it for the time being. However, she had to confirm one thing: "Tong Xiaomai, you have to promise me that after leaving the hospital, you must return to the Huo's house, you must."
She was very serious and emphasized her tone.
"You go back first, we'll talk about this later," Tong Mai's tone was extremely impatient...
"Let's talk later, I'll take it that you've agreed. Since you've promised, I won't bother you about it again. Well... I'll go first, see you tomorrow."
Old Lady Hu didn't wait for Tong Mai's response and left the ward with a smile...
In short, even if Tong Mai didn't want to, she would still pester her every day until she agreed, after all, she had plenty of time...
Tong Mai couldn't help but shake his head, defeated by her.
For a long time, Tong Mai stared at his phone, feeling extremely helpless and unusually helpless.
Get on QQ...
As soon as he went online, Tong Mai gazed at Xiao A's shining avatar, and his heart involuntarily felt a warm current flowing through it.
Actually, she now doesn't know what is right, whether to return to the Huo's home and continue or refuse to go back... all of these are making her worried.
Xiao A: Mai, thinking of you
A bit melodramatic, but all of Xia's most genuine thoughts at this moment
It's better to be quiet: Little A, I'm really not used to not chatting with you every day.
Compared with Xia A's sentimentalism, Tong Mai's expression is more subtle.
Xiao A's follower 1: We are even more uncomfortable without you. Where have you been making a fortune recently? You're never seen anywhere,
Xiao A's follower 2: Let me hear it, how much can you earn in a day?
Lonely lonely is good: Ya ya's, you guys only care about making money, can't you also care about me a little?
Xiao A's follower 1: Oh, Ji Mo, how are you? We miss you so much. Is that enough? Are you satisfied?
Xiao A's follower 2: Mai, thinking of you (learning from Xiao A and her way of greeting)
It's better to be quiet: You guys are looking for death, by the way... I'm really not good, my heart is really not good, I got into a car accident.
Xiao A: What's going on? Where are you hurt? Is it serious?
One by one, the rhetorical questions highlighted Lei Xianning's concerns,
Xiao A's follower 1: Xiao A, you're stupid. How serious can it be? She can still go online and chat with me, which means the situation is not that serious at all. Look at how anxious you are...
"Yaya's, how heartless," Tong Mai said, gritting his teeth.
Don't worry, Xia A, it's nothing serious, just a minor injury from the accident. I need to rest in the hospital for a few days, but everything will be fine. I was thinking of you, so I came online.
Xiao A's follower 2: Can't take it, can't take it, you two are too mushy, I think we bystanders should scram and not be a light bulb...
Follower 1 of Little A: Shine on, shine on
Xiao A: Mai, are you in the hospital now? Which one is it? I'll come visit you.
Lixian Ning's current mood is anxious and eager to see her...
Tong Mai didn't respond immediately, Li Xian Ning continued, "Mai, can I? I just want to see how badly you're hurt."
A completely sincere response, without any pretence...
Tong Mai can also feel Xiao A's sincerity, but now is not the time to meet. However, it must be said that she and Xiao A have known each other for a long time, perhaps it's time to meet in person.
It's okay to be quiet: Little A, it's really not serious at all. Let's schedule another time to meet after I'm discharged from the hospital.
Now she has a pale and haggard face that is scary, she's afraid of scaring little A.
After all, having known each other for so long, it's about time we give a better impression when meeting for the first time...
Xiao A: Really, are you finally going to meet me?, (Li Xian Ning attached an extremely joyful picture)
It's really suitable for his current mood, he is extremely extremely happy.
Wheat is finally going to meet him...
Tong Mai could also feel Xiao A's delight, and his lips curled up into a handsome smile.
Lonely loneliness is good: Yes, it's true, be happy, I'm also very happy.
At this time, Tong Mai couldn't help but start drawing a picture of Lian Xian Ning's image in his mind... What kind of person is he, tall and thin or chubby?
To be honest, she has no interest in chubby boys.
Xiao A, you absolutely cannot be a chubby boy!
Tong Mai's mood was both anticipation and apprehension, but he restrained himself from making a video call with Xiao A in advance, insisting on keeping this sense of mystery until the end...
Xiao A: Mai, thank you, I'm very happy.
Don't be too happy yet: Little A, maybe after we meet, I'll make you extremely disappointed.
Many online friends aren't just... killed by sunlight?
Thinking of this, Tong Mai felt a little regretful about the impulsive decision to meet up. Now they both have a very good feeling towards each other, and it won't be game over after meeting up, right?
Xiao A: Mai, in my heart you are a good girl, regardless of beauty or ugliness.
He is also not a person who cares much about his appearance, but more about whether it matches...