Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 199 My Wife (1)
"Look at you big-headed ghost, he's looking at me." The girl D raised an eyebrow at Lan Zhongwen, and immediately changed back to a lot of disdain, "Cut!"

Lan Zhongwen looked at it for a while, then turned his face back, with a noble face, "I don't know those students who seem to be from other classes."

When the boy behind Jiujiu heard this, he almost fell down. He leaned forward, shaking the black line on his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Lan Zhongwen, that's the girl in our class."

This boy was so envious of Lan Zhongwen's level of fraternity, unexpectedly, after a long time of trouble, he didn't even remember whether those girls were in the same class.

Ninety-nine embarrassment.

The girls in my class can't remember. Is this memory good or bad?
Lan Zhongwen didn't respond, he shrugged, "I don't know, I have no impression."

Jiujiu was almost in a mess in the wind, this university, how come he has been studying for almost a semester, right?Can't even remember the faces of my classmates?

Jiujiu glanced back, although the girls were not particularly beautiful, they were well-shaped, very pleasing to the eye, not the kind of plain faces that can be forgotten at a glance, how could they not remember?
Thinking of this, Jiujiu couldn't sit still, shook Lan Zhongwen's hand and said: "How can they say that they have been in the same class as you for 3 months, your memory is not so bad, is it?"

Well, she is a gossip girl, if she doesn't know the truth, she probably won't be able to sleep at night.

Lan Zhongwen read the securities daily with his chin propped up, his face was noble, but with a trace of solemn coldness, obviously dissatisfied with Jiujiu's harassment.

He lowered his eyelids to look at Jiujiu's restless hands, and sighed, "Jiujiu, I'm selling futures right now."

As quiet as Lan Zhongwen, sitting with her, he couldn't do anything, which seriously affected his judgment, and when she sat next to him, he couldn't concentrate.

Sure enough, it happened once and for all, and there was a feeling that the king would not go to court early.

"Okay." Jiu Jiu blinked eagerly, and withdrew his hand.

Lan Zhongwen looked at her cute look, couldn't bear it, and compromised: "Okay, I'm answering your question, I have to attend classes every day, stare at futures, and miss you, call you, How can there be time to remember other people's faces?"

It sounds like he's quite busy.

Unlike myself, I just think about what to eat in the morning, what to eat at noon, and what to eat in the evening. It seems that my head is empty all day long, and I don’t know what to think about.

Jiujiu frowned and thought, suddenly thought of a question, and leaned in front of him again, "What shall we have for dinner?"

Lan Zhongwen's silence lasted less than two seconds. He raised his head from the securities newspaper and glanced out the window. The sun was setting and the sky was full of red clouds. The whole sky seemed to be warm yellow, illuminating the outlines Ru Dan Ru Rose, very warm.

He stared intently, and his tone became softer, "Are you hungry?"

"It's okay, I just wanted to ask what are we going to do at night?"

"Then what do you want to do?" Lan Zhongwen put the securities newspaper in his schoolbag into his schoolbag, lay on the table, narrowed his slightly raised eyes, and instantly looked like a lazy Persian cat, reflecting a noble and elegant atmosphere .

Anyway, Jiujiu is here, he can't be quiet, focused, serious and analytical, why not chat with her, and relieve her boredom.

"I don't care." Jiujiu said firmly.

"That night, let's have a big pot meal in the school cafeteria, and then go to the track for a couple of laps to exercise." Lan Zhongwen teased her with a narrow smile in his eyes.

Jiujiu's smile froze for a moment, with a look of disgust, "It's not romantic at all."

"Didn't you just say casually?"

"Then can't you stop being so casual?"

Lan Zhongwen suppressed a smile, "I'm listening to you, how about it? Am I very obedient?"

"Be good, you don't understand style, you don't have any romantic cells."

"Okay, so what do you want to do?"

"casual."

"..." This kind of casual answer, many words and many mistakes, Lan Zhongwen didn't dare to answer lightly, thought for a moment seriously, and said as if dying, "I think the big pot of rice in the cafeteria is good."

"Let's go!"

Lan Zhongwen laughed loudly, fixed her eyes, and said softly: "Jiujiu, do you want to go to the movies? Don't you like Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui? They have a new movie this year called Rouge Button, do you want to watch it?" ?”

"Okay." Jiujiu said happily, after thinking for a while, she felt wrong again, and squinted at Lan Zhongwen, "No, I remember that you don't seem to follow stars? How do you know they have a new movie?"

"You like it, I must pay attention to it." Lan Zhongwen pinned the broken hair scattered on her face to the back of her head, her eyes were clear and clear, and Jiujiu stared blankly, as if drowning in his tenderness for an instant. In the pool of eyes.

"Jiujiu, let's eat Shanghai cuisine tonight? It's your first time in Shanghai, so you can eat something special."

Jiujiu grunted, and said with a smile: "Although I don't really want to eat the main meal, but you recommend it, you can try it."

"That's for sure."

Shanghai cuisine, also known as Shanghai cuisine, is mainly braised in brown sauce and raw, and it is good at thick oil and red sauce, with a strong taste.

Lan Zhongwen led Jiujiu into Wang Baohe, the earliest Shanghai cuisine restaurant in Shanghai. It was founded in 1744. The overall appearance is classical, revealing a strong old Shanghai style, luxurious atmosphere.

Lan Zhongwen ordered seafood risotto, eight-treasure duck, steamed hairy crab, hibiscus crab powder, emerald shrimp and crab, yellow crab bucket, Jiujiu didn't understand, fiddling with the tableware and asked, "Why do you order so many crabs?"

"The food here mainly eats crabs. Also, Shanghai dishes are quite heavy. We are Cantonese. I'm afraid you may not be used to it, so it's safer to order seafood."

"Okay." Crabs, she quite likes them.

"It's such a long journey, are you thirsty? I'll get you a cup of freshly squeezed juice. The soup shouldn't be ready so soon." After Lan Zhongwen finished speaking, he beckoned for the waiter.

"I don't want it!" Jiujiu stopped him, "Juice is so bad, it's not sweet, I don't want it, I want to eat fruit."

"Okay." Lan Zhongwen added a plate of seasonal fruits to the waiter, and specially ordered, "Serve the fruits now."

(End of this chapter)