Help!Shang Lian Zong was captured by a paper man

This is a mandatory date, and she must abide by the rules of the game and cannot refuse.

Even though, He Ziyan gave her the chance to refuse.

Putting these aside, what is her real inner thoughts?

she does not know.

There was a mess in my head.

"Grumbling..."

The steam in the milk pot was bubbling, and a circle of white foam rushed out.

Jiang Luo was the first to spot it and shouted, "Wok!"

He Ziyan rushed over.

In the blink of an eye, he had already appeared in front of the stove and turned off the fire.

Jiang Luo was surprised, "You just... so fast, like a gust of wind, it passed by in a whizzing way."

It was the first time she saw He Ziyan so flustered.

He Ziyan blushed as he buried his head in wiping the water stains on the countertop.

He was too eager to know Jiang Luo's answer, so he made a mistake in his busy schedule.

Uncommonly unstable.

The shoulders were slightly locked, and He Ziyan's back looked like a child who had done something wrong.

Jiang Luo snickered.

He Ziyan, who can make mistakes, is unexpectedly cute and more real, no longer like a god who came down to inspect.

Jiang Luo put the flowers on the dining table.

When the fingers brushed over the petals, they unconsciously fiddled with them, and the fragrance of flowers enveloped their eyebrows.

She liked it so much.

When Jiang fell into his seat, He Ziyan happened to walk over with noodles.

She looked up at him, "Thank you."

He Ziyan's ears were still flushed, and the embarrassment caused by his mistakes had not faded away.

"You're welcome." He Ziyan muffled.

Putting down the bowl, he returned to his original position, then picked up his laptop, and sat down beside Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo's hand holding the wooden chopsticks paused for a moment, and the corners of his eyes slightly curved.

The years are quiet and good, probably so.

But in the next second, a clear sentence broke the tranquility.

"Luoluo, here is my schedule." He Ziyan pushed the computer over.

Putting down the chopsticks, Jiang Luo wiped his lips with a piece of paper and turned his head to look.

On the screen is a neat table.

[From 12:1 to [-]:[-], Luoluo eats breakfast. 】

[From 1:2 to [-]:[-], depart for the Spring Amusement Park. 】

……

Jiang Luo: "..."

Isn't the essence of dating all about surprises?

You told me what I was going to do, where did I get any surprises?

This is a "one-day date tour group"?
Squeezing a smile, Jiang Luo pointed to the first row and asked, "How do you know I'll wake up at 12 o'clock?"

"It was originally drafted at 8 o'clock, but it was revised when I saw you leave the room." He Ziyan explained solemnly.

Jiang Luo: ...Thank you for your 8 points.

"If you have other places you want to go, you can tell me, and I'll modify it." He Ziyan's face was sincere, and he might even think he had a top-notch attitude.

Jiang Luo remembered that Zheng Man had said that He Ziyan had only dated robots.

Perhaps, dating a robot does require planning ahead, down to the minute.

But she is not a robot.

Jiang Luo raised his hand, his fingers were down, and his wrist bones were arched.

Snapped.

She smartly closed the laptop.

He Ziyan was confused, his expression was like that of a little dirt dog tilting his head on the side of a country road and looking at the passing cars.

Jiang Luo was surprised.

He actually saw clumsiness on He Ziyan's face!

He Ziyan actually has something he's not good at!
Then she should teach him well.

"This is not solving a math problem. There is no need to follow the steps step by step. Try... Be casual?"

She paraphrased what he had said last night.

Under the tacit understanding, there is an indescribable sweetness.

Pushing down his glasses, He Ziyan responded obediently: "Okay, I see."
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After breakfast, He Ziyan took care of washing the dishes, and Jiang Luo went back to his room to change.

Almost as soon as the door was closed, she couldn't wait to rush to the closet, opened the door, and began to choose clothes for going out.

A piece of gown and skirt gestured on her body, dissatisfied, and then threw it away.

The clothes on the bed are getting more and more tired.

Jiang Luo finally chose SL's spring collection, a beige long dress embroidered with roses, paired with a short denim jacket.

Then, while sitting at your dresser, grab a bottle and can to dab on.

When she was painting her eyebrows in the mirror, she froze suddenly.

She in the mirror is not the black, white and gray tones of the past, but bright colors.

On the face, the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, every inch of skin is jumping with joy.

It has nothing to do with "high coldness".

What about Gao Leng?

What about the bad girl?

What is she doing?

Putting down the eyebrow pencil in his hand, Jiang Luo suddenly realized.

How did she become like this?

Is it because of He Ziyan?
What if He Ziyan left after tomorrow?

What if He Ziyan loses contact with her after the drama ends?
She shouldn't be immersed in such rippling emotions.

This is not her.

pat.

The cap of the brow pencil is tight.

After staring at the mirror for a few seconds to calm himself down, Jiang Luo then got up, picked up the sunglasses on the table, and put them on.

Carefully choosing clothes and putting on a delicate makeup are all sending signals to the other party.

I have a good impression of you, I want to spend a good day with you, and I look forward to going further with you.

Not choosing clothes or putting on makeup is also sending a signal.

I don't like you very much, and I don't have any expectations for dating.

Jiang Luo chose the latter against his will.

As long as He Ziyan can tactfully put away those provocative overtures, she can rationally cut off the growing affection, and then finish the next work well.

She still wants to stay in this romance.

And this is her only job at this stage.

Can't mess it up.

"I'm ready."

As soon as Jiang Luo came out, He Ziyan who was sitting on the sofa stood up.

The two set off.

He Ziyan drove, and Jiang Luo sat in the co-pilot.

The photographer didn't get in the car, but set up the machine in the car, and they drove behind.

"You are beautiful." When the car started, He Ziyan cast a vague glance at Jiang Luo.

It's now.

Jiang Luo leaned against the seat, looked straight ahead, and said in a calm voice, "I'm not beautiful today, I don't have makeup today."

This is her statement.

Make it clear that she doesn't have makeup on, that she's not looking forward to the date.

Even though, she was actually looking forward to it.

She can no longer let He Ziyan affect her heart, she must take the initiative to isolate the relationship, so that He Ziyan can retreat.

"Do you usually wear makeup?" He Ziyan chatted with the car as it drove into the driveway of the community.

Biting his lip, Jiang Luo set his mind hard, and answered bluntly, "Except for being in the hut, I usually wear makeup."

The implication is only dating you without makeup.

"Did you go to the press conference yesterday?" He Ziyan asked again.

Jiang Luo: Hey hey hey, the question went astray.

"It melted." She replied.

He Ziyan said indifferently: "It's no different from now, except that yesterday's lips were redder."

Jiang Luo: "..."

"Makeup is a mask," He Ziyan said, "it can dress you up to be whatever you want. When you don't wear makeup, it's your true appearance, which is fine."

What others see is you wearing a mask, but I, from the very beginning when I met you, is the real you.

He Ziyan was secretly delighted.

Jiang Luo turned his face away, pushed his sunglasses a centimeter above the bridge of his nose, and looked out the window.

What He Ziyan said... was quite pleasant.

Jiang Luo was angry with herself again.

Why is it always so easy to be moved by him?

While hating herself, she couldn't bear to raise the corners of her lips.

Vehicles galloped on the road, stepping on a piece of gold.

I went to see "Unfamiliar with Life" yesterday, it was quite good, hehe, I recommend it to everyone.