Guan Buhui's room was not decorated like that of ordinary ladies, but instead looked a bit scholarly.
On the window facing the north door, there are also several North Sea nightshades transplanted.
Wang Luo entered the room, looked around, and murmured to himself: "This flower must be placed in a sunny place."
"Solanum nigrum likes cold and hates heat. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."
Wang Luo felt a little ashamed and stopped continuing.
He sat down on the stool.
Guan Buhui, with a stern look on his face, was sitting next to Wang Luolai. At this moment, he was looking at Wang Luolai carefully: "You don't want to ask me why I'm looking for you?"
"You're here now. You'll naturally tell me later."
"Tough mouth."
If there was a girl sitting in front of him, Wang Luo would at least have to say, "Why don't you try it? I'm so soft-spoken."
Wang Luo quickly shook his head to get rid of the boring thoughts in his mind.
"How was everything on the way here?"
Wang Luo felt a little unnatural, but still nodded.
"Are you still used to what you just ate?"
Wang Luo nodded.
"Is everything okay at home?"
Wang Luo listened to Guan Buhui's series of questions, and there was a string of greetings in his mind. What are these questions about? Why are you asking about these questions? Are you still greeting my whole family?
"Guan Buhui, what on earth are you asking?" Wang Luo was a little angry.
"Didn't I just ask you? Just answer me." Guan Buhui was also a little angry.
"No, just tell me why you came to me. Don't make so many twists and turns. I have a bad stomach and like to vomit."
"Want to meet you."
"See me?" Wang Luo looked surprised.
"If I don't see you, who will you see? You ungrateful thing."
Wang Luo jumped up and stood up, hugging himself tightly with both arms: "Guan Buhui, what are you talking about? Why am I so ungrateful? I am not as good as Long Yang, when did I do anything to you?"
There was a "pop" sound,,,
Guan Buhui slapped Wang Luo directly on the face.
Fiery red palm prints.
Wang Luo was so angry that Xiaotiandi had already spread his wings, but when he raised his head and looked at Guan Buhui, tears flowed down his cheeks bit by bit. Wang Luo was completely stunned.
Wang Luo bit his lip, wishing he could run around on the floor anxiously: "Brother, if you hit me, others might think I bullied you. Now, if you hit me, why are you crying? It hurts if you hit me.
In your heart?"
Na Guan Buhui wiped his eyes to himself: "Wang Luo, do you not recognize me anymore?"
"I know you. Guan Buhui, how could I not know you?"
"When did you meet?" Guan Buhui asked with a tearful voice.
"Isn't it just now that I came to your house and you came back? Do you know me?"
There was a "pop" sound, and another slap.
Wang Luo was stunned. After finishing the battle, he roared: "Wang Luo, you are ungrateful and I hate you."