The next day is Friday, and it is especially suitable for dates on weekends.

Liang Yixun was helpless and had no choice but to participate in the event of the "Fengcheng Love" marriage agency.

The blind date conference was held in a high-end restaurant, with handsome men and beautiful women wearing gorgeous clothes chatting and laughing with champagne.

She has always been unfair to speak and can't drink, and she feels like she is an alien here.

"Miss Liang, why don't you talk?"

"I... don't know what to say."

"Speak casually! Don't be shy, everyone is the same. Don't be embarrassed, just say whatever you want!"

"Yeah." Liang Yixun nodded with a little guilty conscience. She really didn't know what to say. Their topic was so exciting!

"By the way, I saw a joke on Weibo yesterday, the Chinese major 8th grade exam question: read the short article and answer the question, Xiaohong: "Your sister, I haven't come this month, I'm worried about my sister, I'm just cheating!" Who is the most anxious in the short article? a, Xiaohong's sister; b, Xiaohong's mother; c, Xiaohong's sister; d, Xiaohong's father; e, Xiaohong's aunt; f, Xiaohong's herself."

"None of them! The one who is most anxious should be Xiaohong's boyfriend!"

"Haha..." The men and women laughed.

Liang Yixun's face turned slightly red, and she was really unable to adapt to the behavior of gathering people to tell colorful jokes.

The head hurts slightly.

"Miss Liang, look at your quiet and gentleness, a typical good wife and mother. Men love this kind of people the most, how come you are left to this point?"

After being called again, Liang Yixun slowly raised her head.

Oh my God, what's going on? Why are they keep moving?

"Ms. Liang?"

"My best friend once said something... There are two kinds of leftover women: one is that no one looks down on him, the other is that no one looks down on him. There are also two kinds of leftover men: one is that people don't know what ài is, and the other is that people don't know what zuoai is."

As soon as the words came to an end, everyone was stunned at first, and then teased, "Oh, Miss Liang is a real person who doesn't show his appearance. It's well said, it's wonderful! Come on, let's respect Miss Liang for a cup!"

Faced with the enthusiastic invitation from a group of red men and green women, Liang Yixun's head became even more dizzy, and even her vision became confused. The whole world was turning, turning...

With a "bang", the wine glass fell and she fell down.

"Miss Liang!"

"She must have drunk too much, right? The waiter, have a cup of hangover tea!"

"Wait a minute!" A magnetic bass sounded like a clear spring in the chaos. As he spoke, a tall man walked out of the corner.

The man is very tall, and is obviously not less than 1.85 meters tall, has a uniform skeleton, but not too majestic, but not weak, and is a standard clothes rack.

It is precisely because of this that he can wear a pair of very simple black casual pants and an ordinary light-colored sweatshirt to create a different taste, simple but not simple.

Neat short hair and bronze skin are very stylish no matter how you look at it.

The eyes like night are not harsh and intimidating, but they cannot be called gentle. They are contradictory but not inconsistent, and only give people a sense of mystery.

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Chapter completed!