However, when she thought about her circle of friends, she felt angry and aggrieved: "I'm going to bed. It's cold in winter and I don't want to get up."
In other words, I don't want to see him.
Bo Zhanye frowned and stood by the door: "The heating is not on in the room? If you don't want to see me, you should find a better reason."
A meal at Lanxi River.
Yes, she forgot that the Presidential Palace has all the good equipment and she can almost wear thin sweaters at home. That reason is indeed a bit low.
She was already aggrieved and was being picked on, which made her mood even worse: "Oh, that means I don't want to see you, no need for a reason."
Direct, clear and powerful.
Bo Zhanye's dark pupils instantly sank, but his good patience and demeanor still made him say again:
"In the middle of winter, I came here on a little yellow car. Are you really that cruel?"
Little yellow car?
Can he ride a little yellow bike?
Lan Xixi got up out of bed out of curiosity and disbelief, walked to the window sill, and saw a small yellow car parked downstairs!
For a moment, she was surprised and stunned.
I have known him for so long, and even though I know his past, he is still aloof, grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, and has never been wronged financially.
Every car he rides in is a limited edition, and the little yellow car is still a public item. For him, who has a mysophobia, it is difficult to accept that he can actually drive...
Her heart was shaken as if she had been hit by a big punch of stone.
It felt like he was willing to do everything for her, even if he gave up everything and endured everything.
However, when she thought that he could get along well with Song Feier, her joy and emotion dropped, and she gritted her teeth and said:
"Who asked you to ride? I didn't let you ride. Just ask my brother to take you back."
So, no matter what, you just refuse to see him tonight?
Bo Zhan Yejun's face was cold and his dark eyes were depressed: "Then when do you plan to meet?"
Lan Xixi pursed her lips: "I don't know."
It's a good thing I don't know.
When facing Nan Jingting, she was talking, laughing, and gentle!
Bo Zhanye's chest was beating with energy. He really wanted to kick in the door and force her down to punish her.
But, in the end, reason prevailed over anger, and he didn't want to quarrel with her, nor did he want to make trouble with her.
"I'll wait for you here for three hours."
Following these words, the air fell into silence.
Lan Xixi lay on the bed, holding her hands tightly.
If he had told her to wait outside alone, maybe she would have softened her heart and felt distressed, but...he added a time limit, which gave her a completely threatening feeling.
She said angrily: "Even if it takes thirty hours, I won't go out."
But she didn't know that Bo Zhanye had already been patient enough.
Ever since he saw the photo of her chatting and laughing with Nan Jingting, he had become angry. He, who should have asked her to explain, came to find her in person to ask her questions, and even rode an extremely awkward little yellow car.
When he came outside her room, he was still patient in the face of her cold and indifferent attitude.
Three hours is his greatest tolerance and tolerance.
He stood there with a deep expression on his face and a condensed breath.
Time passes minute by minute, half an hour, an hour, two hours...
The people inside didn't move at all.
There was no irritation on Bo Zhanye's face, on the contrary, he was calm.
He is the kind of person who once decides to be patient, he will do it, willingly in the process.
However, if it exceeds his limit, he will turn around and leave without mercy.