Don't want to be your idol.

Want to be your man.

Don't want to be your idol.

Want to be your man.

In no mood……

The kiss before made people panic, but now a few simple sentences are completely confused. After all, they are seven years old, and their experience and experience are short of them. No matter how young the training of the court is dignified and polite, they are just a little girl compared to men. At this time, people are deliberately doing bad things, but they don’t keep their kisses and confess their love, which makes people’s hearts so hard that they are thumping around. There is really no way to do it.

What's more, the person who confessed is her hero.

It's not a messy wall, it's the idol on her heart.

So, there is no way.

...

The two of them also pulled their hands, kissed them, and one of them initiated the confession intact, and now they are waiting for the other party to accept it.

The signal may not be very good, and the receiver did not respond for a while. He was stunned. Rong Chuo pulled his soft little hands and his whole body over and asked if he wanted to, and if he wanted, he would give him a message.

Then the person didn't say anything, but he nodded and was very serious.

So he asked again, nodding if he wanted.

"……willing."

“…”

Although the receiver's reaction was a bit confusing, it means it's here.

She was willing to let him be her man.

That's it.

The holding hands were slightly loosened and turned into a hug. It was called a hug, but with the height difference of nearly thirty centimeters, Xiaofaxuan's top was just as smooth as the man's chest.

With this hug, I hugged the person in my arms.

In this way, on the Peking University campus tonight, the relationship between my idol and my little fans successfully completed the sublimation.

The relationship was confirmed last second, and immediately afterwards, the cold texture of the metal fell on the palm of the hand. Following the touch, Yan Ge looked at it: It was a key.

The plot was a little familiar, so she went to see him again.

Rong Chuo said concisely: "I gave it to you, Yunzhu International Building 19, 1702."

The overall floor of Yunzhu International is too high, the lighting is insufficient, and the balcony area is not large enough. To be honest, he doesn't like the houses there.

But it's not useless either.

The only thing is that it is close to her school.

This is why I bought it.

Yan Ge: "..."

Why do you like buying a house?

So is my brother, so is he.

The key is too expensive. In terms of the relationship they just confirmed, she felt it was not appropriate to accept it, so she asked him: "Can you please don't?"

Unexpectedly, the man promised to be neat, "Yes." He said: "If you don't want it, sell it."

"..." She didn't mean that.

Rong Chuo looked sideways, glanced at her, and chuckled his lips.

"But I won't take back what I gave you."

A sidewalk leads directly to the Spring New Garden, with rows of cypress trees planted on both sides. The branches are slender and the leaves are like maple. It is time that the flowering season has passed, and green fruits are poked out between the branches and leaves, one or two round ones, swaying gently along the evening breeze.

The tree canopies on both sides are like clouds, and it is like stretching out arms to each other, snuggling to each other on the same body.

It was originally a night without stars and clouds, and the good moon was in the sky. But at this time, the wind was moving, the clouds were moving, and the leaves were moving, rustling.

Therefore, the clear light of the wheel is blocked, and the shadows of the swaying swaying sycamore trees are like leaves that can pinch out juice in the wind like butterflies.

It's not too late, just seven or eight o'clock.

The heat is hot, and there are not many people coming and going, they are just in groups of three or three. When passing by, their eyes stop intentionally or unintentionally.

Holding the packaged freshly cut flowers in your hands, the slender figure of the plain skirt came along the way.

Although she was covered by a long skirt, it was not difficult to see from the unnatural nature of walking: she was limp.

It was a top-level institution, and although I noticed the quality of the students, everyone just took a look at it, and there was no more expression on the rest.

Sometimes, neglect is also a kind of respect.

It was very hot in summer, but the branches that were close to the arms were cold, and the touch between the branches and stems was uneven. Holding the bunch of fresh cut flowers, Jiang Zhixiao walked forward while taking out her cell phone from her skirt pocket and following the number on the Kuaishou app, she dialed the phone out.

"Beep...beep...the phone number you are dialing is on the phone, please dial again later..."

It's rejection.

So she tweeted again, and it was still the same.

After repeated repetition, she finally connected. She dialed the broken hair stuck to her forehead and said routinely: "Hello, the eternal series of fresh cut flowers you ordered in Xiangqi Xiren has arrived, may I ask?"

"I don't want it!"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the four words over there with a angrily voice. Then the other party added: "I have broken up, I don't need to go back to you."

...

Downstairs of Changchun Xinyuan, watching the figure leave, Yan Ci took out a cigarette from his pocket. He stuck between his index finger and middle finger. His hand as slender and beautiful as a work of art pressed the lighter.

Rubbing, the blue flame suddenly arises.

"I don't want it anymore!..."

Although it is not external, the volume on the other end of the phone is high and it sounds loud.

The smoke burning action ended.

Following the sound, Yan's poems are biased towards the top.

Under the sycamore, the man in a plain skirt was holding a flower and making a phone call. When he walked a few steps unconsciously, his defects were exposed.

After the thin lenses, Lan Huo jumped in his pupils, but his eyes were unclear.

"Click."

The thumb loosens, the lid is snapped back again, and the flames go out.

...

Suddenly the other party said no, Jiang Zhixiao was stunned, "You,"

"Dou,Dou,Dou..."

The more urgent and busy voice sounded, the other party hung up the phone.

The hand that answered the phone stopped for a few seconds, then the forearm fell slightly, one inch by one.

The light on the screen also dimmed.

Just like the slow motion, the series of movements slowed down, and then the speed was restored, and Jiang Zhixiao put his phone back into the pocket of his skirt.

This bouquet is on hand.

The customer refused to pay, and she wanted to return the flowers to the store.

After gathering the bouquet, Jiang Zhixiao turned around and walked back. The silver moon moved, and at this moment the wind was like a human hand, and it slightly increased its strength.

The clouds blew over the moon, the branches bent over, and the doors and windows that didn't know where they were not closed, so they crackled and crackled.

It also caressed the flowers in her arms.

The three-branched Phalaenopsis is as pure as white as untainted by dust, scattered all over the ground in the wind.

From near to far, she leaned over to pick it up.

The first branch.

The second branch.

I picked up one branch and inserted it back.

Finally, the third branch.

When she bent down, the wind came again. The flowers rolled forward with the branches, while the Phalaenopsis bloomed on the stem, which was even whiter than the moonlight.

The wind does not move, nor does the flowers do.

I just stopped by a pair of pure black Oxford leather shoes, with three joints and regular stitching.

In front of her, her steps stopped, and her slender fingers picked up the flowers.

Then put it on the palm of your hand.

Reached up and towards her.

"……Thanks."

After coming to his senses, Jiang Zhixiao took the flower and looked up again, and his pupils reflected his body.

The white shirt and silver watch were ironed so smooth that there were no creases, and the buttons were tied from top to bottom.

Rigorous and regular, elegant and gentle.

The elegant man is profound.

The eyes were intersected with the lenses, and then Yan Ci looked deeper, looking at the bouquet in her hand, warmly speaking.
Chapter completed!