Chapter 978: make up a story

The man was silent for a moment, his expression was subtle, as if he was a little irritable, but also as disappointing.
In the end he compromised, perhaps hoping to do it in a better situation, frizz will lose some 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... after you know, don't be too surprised, and don't be too angry..." Zhuang Jia said as she walked to the coffee machine and used the action of brewing coffee to hide her nervousness. .
The man frowned, "Jiajia, I love you, no matter what you have done, I will forgive you."
He thought that Zhuang Jia wanted to reveal his past relationship history.
Zhuang Jia turned around and brought the coffee in front of him, while she sat opposite him, keeping a certain distance.
"I...I want to talk to you about my former boyfriends..."
"Jia Jia." The man leaned over and held Zhuang Jia's hand. "I don't care about that. As long as we love each other now, what happened before is not important at all."
"What if they are all dead?" Zhuang Jia withdrew her hand, lowered her head and said in a low voice, "If they are all dead, don't you think it is important?"
"Dead?" The man frowned deeply, with surprise in his eyes.
"Yes." Zhuang Jia nodded. "Whenever I fall in love with a man, he will die."
The man laughed: "Jiajia, this is superstition, I will not die."
He stood up and said, "Baby, you are too tired. Go to the bathroom and take a bath first. Let's talk slowly if you have anything to say."
He was always obsessed with coaxing Zhuang Jia into the bathroom.
"No!" Zhuang Jia clenched his fists tightly and pinched his nails into the flesh, so that she didn't lose control. "I hope you can listen to it completely before you decide whether to stay with me!"
The man was helpless, showing impatience in his helplessness, "Okay, okay..."
He sat back again.
Zhuang Jia slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"You know, because of my mother, I have been in contact with many models since I was a child..." Zhuang Jia slowly said, "The model circle is very messy, full of precocious boys and girls. They look like adults, and they will fall in love like adults.
When I was sixteen, I met a male model named Fei Li. He was a mixed race, very tall and handsome, and one of my mother's favorite models. I was fascinated by him, we fell in love...
You have lived abroad, and you must know that France can get married as long as a girl is 15 years old, so I asked to go to France to register for marriage, but he was unwilling.
I was very angry at the time and had a big fight with him. He apologized to me and prayed for my forgiveness. It turned out that he was only 14 years old, not the age of marriage at all! "
"14 years old?! Are you in love with a 14-year-old boy?" The man was surprised.
Zhuang Jia said: "He really doesn't look like 14 years old at all, I thought he was at least 20 years old!"
She sighed and saw that the coffee in the cup had not moved at all, and reminded: "Don't you drink it?"
The man took a sip of coffee.
"How does it taste?" said Zhuang Jia, "my mother taught me the secret to brew coffee with 90 degrees hot water, once not more, once not less."
"Um... 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 with a sugar cube.
"You go on." The man urged. "What happened to you and the 14-year-old boy?"
Zhuang Jia clasped her hands together, slowly rubbing the wet palms, and her flustered heart calmed down strangely...