The vastly differing world views of the male and female lead -
The purpose of food:
Female lead: To fill my tummy!
Male lead: Art!
The impression they have of each other:
Female lead: Impossible!
Male lead: Too s*upid!
Is there a possibility that yo...
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"Where'd you get it from?" Song Yi Ran curiously grabbed it.
He was so close his eyelashes were about to blind her, Lisa hurriedly stepped half a step back, and hid herself.
"Any way, I didn't sell my body or my organs, it was legally obtained! Don't mind so much!"
Lisa locked the bathroom's door, changed her clothes, and went to the street opposite to have spicy soup.
Song Yi Ran did not ask any more about the 1000USD, instead added radish into a bowl while asking her: "you said you might go to New York. What exactly is going on? Are you also going to be studying?"
"Since when was my life as good as yours ah. I'm going over to help at my uncle's Chinese restaurant. If I manage to gather enough money, I might consider a master's ba."
"Oh, then try your best to choose the same school as me ba! Then I'd be able to protect you!"
"Right, it's more like you wished I were majoring in the same thing as you, so that you'd be able to copy my work! But do you think I should agree to my uncle's invite?"
"There are so many graduates nowadays. You're neither pretty nor shapely, and you don't know how to promote yourself, how is it going to be easy for others to see your inner beauty? If you have the abilities, having a look at the world is a pretty good thing, maybe you'd have a new direction in life. And you helping your uncle out, are earning money, not spending money. You're still young, if you can't get used to the place or can't learn anything there, it's not too late when you come back. Who knows, when you get there, you'd be more settled, and you'd end up having companies look for you or you firing the companies."
Song Yi Ran always used a casual tone to talk about things that were of great importance to others.
But Lisa knows, he is serious.
After the two of them had eaten and drunk their fill, Lisa went to the bank to convert the cash cheque.
Song Yi Ran thought the premiums were pretty good, and got Lisa to change the cash into remittance.
When Lisa was putting the card into her wallet, Song YI Ran suddenly grabbed onto her wrist.
"What happened to your hand?"
"Ah? This ah? Nothing! I accidentally fell down yesterday, and got my palm scraped."
Song Yi Ran's fingers were warm, through the skin, she could clearly feel the other party's strength.
The pulse with restrained liveliness and vibrancy, faking the calmness of the downwards flow from Song Yi Ran's finger.
"You were really careless." Song Yi Ran resolutely shook his head, "with you like this, if you really go help out at your uncle's restaurant, you better not shatter the plates or break the bowls."
