"You bastard!" Lan Xin was ashamed and angry. She angrily smashed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand to the ground, turned around and ran away quickly...
Zhan Yun was also startled by her and frowned, wondering why she was so angry.
Isn't it just a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake? If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it. Why should you lose such a temper?
After a while, Zhihan came over.[
"Have you seen the blue heart?"
"I..." Zhan Yunzheng didn't know how to answer him, so he hesitated and pointed in one direction, "She went that way."
Zhihan looked at his face and probably realized something was wrong. At this moment, she suddenly felt something soft on her foot...
She lowered her head and saw that something had indeed been stepped on under her feet. She took her feet and saw that they should be sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, wrapped in oil paper. Now she had stepped on something and it was beyond recognition...
Zhihan thought of something, and moved her cold eyes to Zhan Yun's face: "Is this osmanthus cake from Lan Xin?"
"Uh...yes..." Zhan Yun felt a little uncomfortable, as if he had done something wrong. It was strange that he was obviously not wrong, so why was she asking him this question as if he had done something wrong?
"Do you know that this sweet-scented osmanthus cake was specially made for you last night? How can you bear to do such a thing to such a waste of a girl's kindness to you?" Zhihan's voice was a bit cold.
Although Lan Xin didn't tell her, she knew that Lan Xin deliberately hid it from her last night and was busy making this in the kitchen in the middle of the night.
She originally thought that this girl made it for her and wanted to surprise her today, but she never took it out. Now... seeing this scene, she probably knows who she made it for.
"I...how do I know she made it for me...I didn't smash the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the ground, she did it herself...I didn't destroy her thing, I just said I didn't want to eat it,
She lost her temper and smashed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the ground... How do I know what happened to her..."
The more Zhan Yun talked, the more confused he became. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what was wrong.
Why does the more he talks, the more he feels that it is his fault? What is his fault? Is it his fault if he refuses to eat when others ask him to?
Looking at him like that, he wouldn't understand no matter what! Zhihan shook her head, sighed, and walked straight in the direction he pointed just now.