Reborn 1980 Koi Cute Wife

Chapter 95
A jeep was parked at the gate of the school, with the windows rolled down, Lu Haoting rested his arms on the door, looked at the first day of the new year with his black pupils, and tilted his head at her, with an indescribably violent look, looking very gentle bounce.

"First day, who is he to you?"

Looking back and tentatively asking about the first day of the new year, I knew there would be surprises following her.

"friend."

On the first day of the new year, she gave her a cold sideways glance, and walked towards the jeep, thinking that her estrangement would make Wen Molan retreat in spite of difficulties, but who knew that she ignored the thickness of this woman's face.

She ignored the indifference on the first day of the new year, and chased after her all the way, shouting very kindly.

"First day, wait for me."

"Hi, I'm a freshman in junior high school. It's a pleasure to meet you. Are you returning to the steel factory's compound? If yes, I'd like to take a ride."

When she wanted to chase her away on the first day of the new year, Wen Molan had already surpassed her in one stride, introduced herself to Lu Haoting with a smile, and even expressed her desire to go back by car.

Just as I was about to explain to Lu Haoting that I was not familiar with Wen Molan on the first day of the new year, I heard Lu Haoting's lazy voice.

"I can't sit down."

He didn't even look at Wen Molan at all. For this kind of girl who deliberately wanted to get close to him, he had always rejected it coldly.

On the first day of the new year, she watched with satisfaction that the smile on Wen Molan's face froze, pinched her fingers in embarrassment, and the charming smile that she had practiced for a long time in front of the mirror was not easy for Lu Haoting.

"It's okay, then I'll walk back by myself."

Wen Molan was only momentarily stiff, but immediately returned to normal, smiling sweetly and waving to Lu Haoting.

On the first day of the new year, Wen Molan sneered inwardly. Wen Molan wanted to impress Lu Haoting first. She knew him well, so she could find an excuse to get close to her in the future.

"On the first day of junior high school, don't be dumb, get in the car."

Lu Haoting ignored Wen Molan, who was pretending to be affectionate, and pouted at Lunar New Year's Day, letting her get in the car.

"Okay!"

Lu Haoting obediently agreed on the first day of the new year. Of course, the co-pilot seat was owned by Lu Haoting, so she could only go to the back row to talk to Lin Jinyan and Zhu Zhihao.

"First day, afternoon me"

Wen Molan leaned over reluctantly, and was interrupted by Lu Haoting as soon as she spoke.

"drive."

The jeep roared away under the envious eyes of the students, and Wen Molan covered her nose with the choking car exhaust.

Looking at the rearview mirror on the first day of the new year, Wen Molan stomped her feet in annoyance. Her distraught look made her feel happy, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

"On the first day of junior high school, did someone bully you?"

When Zhu Zhihao got in the car and asked, Lu Haoting turned his head from the front seat and looked at the first day of the new year with his narrow eyes.

"No."

Shaking his head on the first day of the new year, his radiant eyes were full of smiles.

Lu Haoting turned his head and said arrogantly:

"The little master will accompany you to report, who dares to bully you?"

On the first day of the new year, the smile deepened, and he echoed:

"Yes, you dare not bully me."

"Can you keep up with your studies?"

Lin Jinyan poked his head across Zhu Zhihao, his shallow voice became less indifferent and more caring.

Grandpa mentioned that he should take care of the savior Chuyi.

"It's okay, it's not too difficult."

Faced with Lin Jinyan's concern, he was not used to it on the first day of the new year, so he replied modestly, then shut his mouth tightly and did not speak.

Because it is in the street, the speed of the car is not very fast. Lu Haoting likes the feeling of speeding. To him, this speed is like riding a bullock cart. With one hand on his brow, he looks out of the car window bored.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure walking towards an alley, his eyes flashed sharply, and he ordered the driver loudly:
"Stop, stop."

(End of this chapter)