The man was silent for a moment, his expression subtle, as if he was a little irritated, and like a feeling of disappointment.

Eventually, he compromised, perhaps hoping to do it in a better situation, and frizziness would lose some of the fun.

"Well, what do you want to talk about?" He asked.

…… What to talk about?

Zhuang Jia didn't think about it at all, she just wanted to delay time.

"That was a long time ago, I hope...... When you know it, don't be too surprised, and don't get too angry......" Zhuang Jia said as she walked over to the coffee machine and used the action of brewing coffee to hide her nervousness.

The man frowned and said, "Jiajia, I love you, no matter what you have done, I will forgive you." ”

He thought that Zhuang Jia wanted to reveal his former relationship history.

Zhuang Jia turned around and brought the coffee to him, and sat down opposite him, keeping a certain distance.

"I ...... I'd like to talk to you about some of my former boyfriends......"

"Jiajia." The man leaned over and held Zhuang Jia's hand, "I don't care about that, as long as we love each other now, it doesn't matter what has happened." ”

"What if they're all dead?" Zhuang Jia withdrew his hand, hung his head and whispered, "If they are all dead, don't you think it matters?" ”

"Dead?" The man frowned deeply, surprise in his eyes.

"Yes." Zhuang Jia nodded, "Every time I fall in love with a man, he dies." ”

The man laughed: "Jiajia, this is superstition, I won't die." ”

He stood up and continued, "Baby, you're too tired, go to the bathroom for a bath first, and we'll talk slowly if you have anything to say." ”

He was always obsessed with coaxing Zhuang Jia into the bathroom.

"No!" Zhuang Jia clenched her fists tightly and pinched her nails into the flesh so that she didn't lose control, "I hope you can listen to it completely before deciding whether to continue to be with me!" ”

The man was helpless, and his helplessness revealed impatience, "Okay, okay......"

He sat back down.

Zhuang Jia slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You know, because of my mother's relationship, I have been in contact with many ......models since I was a child," Zhuang Jia slowly opened her mouth, "The modeling circle is very chaotic, full of precocious young boys and girls, thirteen or fourteen-year-old children can look like adults, and they will fall in love like adults."

When I was sixteen years old, I met a male model named Fili, who was of mixed race, very tall and handsome, and was one of my mother's favorite models. I was hooked on him and we fell in love......

You've lived abroad, and you know that girls in France can get married as long as they're 15 years old, so I asked to go to France to register their marriage, but he didn't want to.

I was very angry and had a big fight with him, he apologized to me and begged for my forgiveness, it turned out that he was only 14 years old, not at all under the age of marriage! ”

"14 years old?! Are you in love with a 14-year-old boy? The man was taken aback.

Zhuang Jia said: "He really doesn't look like a 14-year-old at all, I thought he was at least 20 years old!" ”

She sighed lowly, saw that the coffee in the cup was not moving, and reminded, "Don't you drink it?" ”

The man took a sip of his coffee.

"How's it taste?" Zhuang Jia said, "The secret that my mother taught me is to brew coffee with 90-degree hot water, not more at one time, not less at one time." ”

"Hmm...... It tastes good, slightly bitter. The man said, taking a few more sips.

"Coffee, of course it will ......be bitter" Zhuang Jia opened the sugar box on the table and helped him sandwich a sugar cube.

"You go on." The man urged, "What's wrong with you and that 14-year-old boy in the back?" ”

Zhuang Jia's hands clasped together, slowly rubbing the dampness in the palms, and the flustered heart strangely calmed down......