“…”

The line of sight was facing, and in the silent place, Rong Chuo's lips curled slightly.

He turned his eyes away, "Little fool."

"..." Yan Ge defended himself: "I'm not."

She is not a fool, and this kind of vocabulary sounds very unstylish. She doesn't like being called like this.

Even her idol cannot do it.

Rong Chuo didn't even look at her, but he was very calm and leisurely. He made sure: "I said you are, you are."

Yan Ge: "..."

She was unhappy.

She was unhappy, so her face turned around, neither looking at him nor talking to him.

Then Yan Ge took a few symbolic bites and put the tableware on his hands back.

Rong Chuo asked her: "Have you eaten?"

She ignored him.

The man's eyebrows and eyes were restrained and he froze in that direction for a few seconds.

Little fans, little trouble, little fool. Isn’t it all her?

It's just a title, but I'm still angry with him.

His lips bent slightly.

But the feet of the chair rubbed against the marble floor and then the shadow stood up suddenly. She was small and only 1.6 meters tall in her shoes, she stood up completely straight. When she compared to the man who was sitting calmly, she looked delicate and petite.

No momentum.

Standing up, Yan Ge looked forward: "I'll leave first, Mr. Rong Chuo."

She has a good family education since she was a child, and her words and deeds are all edible. Even when she was angry, she never left, and even said goodbye to others in a proper manner.

But after saying that, she left, without looking at him, waiting for him, and ignoring him, she left without looking back.

She was wearing a small skirt with a pleated black and white look. It seemed that she was as ladylike as she was. She walked faster and the end of the skirt was raised behind her.

Like a butterfly made of paper, it sways in the wind, sways.

It was so straightforward and raised to people's eyes.

As he looked, Rong Chuo's lips floated in a curve, slightly light, like the water marks on his clothes, and it was hard to see.

Little fool.

...

After leaving the private room, the sound of wind and rain came into people's ears from all directions.

A heavy rain suddenly came.

Outside, there are wind and rain, dense raindrops as big as beans, like curtains, running through them to connect the heaven and earth.

The weather was bad, and except for the cashier and cleaning aunt, there were no one else in the front hall.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are covered with streams. Apart from one window, the interior is dry and clean, while the outdoors are a world of wind and rain.

The rain did not come suddenly, and the weather forecast was in advance, and Yan Ge brought an umbrella when he went out. However, it was raining heavily at this moment, and holding an umbrella means not to hold it, and outside—

It's very dark, and I can't see my five fingers.

A rain surging, as if the lights of the entire city were flooded.

His eyesight became weak, and Yan Ge reached out to explore his bag and took out his cell phone with his touch. The lights were not turned on, but the voices were loud, "Yan Xiaoge."

Her hand only stopped for a moment, then turned on the light and shone into the dark rain curtain.

The footsteps were neat and steadily, and they came to her step by step. Rong Chuo said four words, "Waiting for me here."

"I don't want you to send it." Yan Ge refused and thought for a while: "Thank you."

"Well, don't I give it to you," he asked naturally, following her words, and said leisurely: "Then I want to give it to you, okay?"

"no."

“…”

He leaned slightly and looked at the low-level little hair spinning in the dark.

The mouth is firm and the hair on the head is curled.

Perhaps because of night blindness, although she looked in one direction, her eyes were not focused, and she seemed unsightly.

After bent his lips, his hand fell into his pocket.

Ruddy.

When his vision was weakened, other senses became sharper. Yan Ge didn't know what he was doing, but he could hear the sound, and it was the sound of his hand tilting the plastic paper.

...I don't know what it is.

But the next moment, the texture of the plastic paper was immediately sent to the palm of her hand. Both sides were wrapped, with a hard touch in the middle, an irregular cylinder - also, a touch that she was very familiar with.

It's something she picks up almost every day.

Big white rabbit milk candy.

When Yan Ge was a little stunned, the few milk candies had already been passed into her palm from his fingers. The skin touched a little, and it had a slight heat on the skin between her palms. It was just a matter of seconds, and it was about to leave.

But that candy was already lying in her palm.

Afterwards, the man's light and calm statements floated into her ears like a gust of wind.

"Give you all the sugar," he said.
Chapter completed!