The third chapter, the 003 blind date, from the black man 2

Mo warm words, has not yet been finished, and the words have been robbed by men. The man's face is full of enviable colors. "The city of city, one of the middle schools, is a noble school. Originally Miss Mo was a little princess growing up in a greenhouse." I am not a city dweller, nor a native of B city. It is a woodlouse from a rural area. Unfortunately, it has not been overstretched, and family conditions have never been. Well, when I was a child, I ate sweet potatoes for dinner until I vomited. Look at my colloquial dialect with a local accent. Even I feel harsh when I say it. We are not really a person of the world.

Ma Chaoyang's tone is mixed with sadness and helplessness. Mo warms his lips and twitches. He has long heard that blind dates need to be cautious.

this man is a liar. He really does not even blink his eyes. Clearly speaking fluent Mandarin, he must have a strong local accent, and his brand is not as good as woodlouse, who grows up in the countryside. It costs at least one or two months for her to be visually tested.

Besides, she attends No. 1 Middle School in City A. What's the logical relationship between her growing up in a greenhouse?

A city is adjacent to B city. It has developed well. It is an international metropolis. However, No. 1 middle school in A city is not an aristocratic school. The students are all excellent students from all over the country. Only a few of them come in by their families. This proportion is well controlled. After all, the schools are sponsored by the company group.

Mo Nuan is a bit fantastic. He doesn't know what the man really wants. He tries to open his mouth and explain, "No, my family has been strict with me since childhood..." She went to No. 1 Middle School in the city on her own merits, without any ambiguity.

Before the words were finished, the initiative was stolen by the man again. This time, it was even more excessive. Without asking her, a person said to himself, "Miss Mo is said to be a CPA practitioner. It's a high-end profession with high income and social status. Like me, a project-maker, who works all day in the construction site, in the wind and rain, in order to pass the acceptance of the project smoothly, she has to work all day long. It's really addictive when I get used to drinking. When I drank alcohol, I drank stomach bleeding. It was just overdrawing my life. It's meaningless. I wanted to quit long ago. But in reality, the poor people can only bow their heads.

The income is high, but she can't agree with it because of her high social status. Some people used to tease CPA like this, saying that it is a dead end to regulate the practice of CPA. They either can't recruit business, or they get involved in the hospital, not standardize the practice, bump into the muzzle of the law, and so on. The standard "academicians of the two academies", though exaggerated, comes from the court summons. But it is also the side foil of the industry, after all, this industry is imposed by the government on listed companies, which has a high social status.

Just to hear that now, if she didn't know the man's intentions, it would be a real failure.

Obviously, people really don't come to meet each other well. Maybe the first self-assertion was just to give her a kick-start, or maybe she kept staring at him so that he had a sense of crisis, which directly cut into the topic.

His words undoubtedly convey a message. I am not only a drunkard, but also a short-lived ghost in the future. If a man like that doesn't want it, miss, you have to think carefully.