55

"A Hong, I have a boyfriend." At lunch, Alan said shyly, holding a spoon. A Lan is more than 30 years old, and she has always been high or low, and has become a generation of "leftover women".

"Really?" A Hong smiled and asked with interest, "Do you live together?"

A Lan nodded: "Well, I think he is very good and in very good condition. He owns a trading company. He has a villa and a Ferrari. He is also very handsome, a little like the owner of this building." With that, she took out her wallet and took out a photo.

"Oh," A Hong frowned and looked carefully, and said carefully, "I think there is something wrong with him. Don't be a lonely ghost pestering you. You should be careful!"

"Look at what you said," Alan put away the photo with dissatisfaction: "What kind of shit is there in the big white god!"

"Don't believe it," A Hong said, taking a string of jade necklaces from her neck: "My string of jade beads was handed down by my ancestors. You wear it tonight. If he is a ghost, he will lose his soul and disappear when he sees this jade pearl."

The next morning." Ah Hong, you are so amazing that you can't believe that he is really..." Alan was still in shock and returned the jade pearl to her: "I said, how did you see it?"

Ah Hong put on the jade beads, straightened the hair, and said lightly, "It's too simple. It's impossible for a man with such good conditions to like you."