Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 55 I'm Sorry

The two exchanged glances, there is a situation!

Cover your mouth and snigger.

Lan Zhongwen propped his chin, his bewitching eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as if he wanted to hear Xiao Jiujiu's answer.

And Wei Beibei was expressionless, feeling bored in his heart, and had the urge to escape from the classroom.

Xiao Jiujiu glared at Qiao Mo viciously, "I think you're a big-headed ghost, forget it, I'm too lazy to explain to you."

In fact, she didn't write the love letter, but she didn't want to explain it.At this moment, she began to understand her feelings. The love letter of the girl in the third class was a beautiful misunderstanding for her. It was not written by her, but she had the same mood as hers. When a person sinks, he is willing to spend his whole life remembering it.

Qiao Mo actually came here to show off, Feng Shui took turns, Lan Zhongwen, who was so popular in the past, received love letters every day and received soft hands.When a girl chooses the level of a male god, she always starts with Lan Zhongwen, who has the highest grades. No matter which girl sees him and Lan Zhongwen, they will not talk about Qiao Mo first, but Lan Zhongwen first. How is the text.

In fact, not only girls compare their appearance, but also boys. Qiao Mo is good-looking, with elegant features, but standing next to Lan Zhongwen, his color pales in an instant. No matter in terms of appearance, temperament, or style, he can't compare to him. .

So he is annoyed.

Now Lan Zhongwen is not as good as before, and girls in high school are not as rigid as girls in junior high school.He wanted to take a look at the situation, and let Lan Zhongwen and Jiujiu see how popular he, Qiao Mo, was with girls.

The bag he brought was full of gifts from girls. He wanted to show off to Lan Zhongwen, but he didn't care at all, which made him angry.

He took out the gifts in the bag one by one and put them on Lan Zhongwen's table. Lan Zhongwen smiled faintly and automatically ignored him.

The gleam in Qiao Mo's eyes changed into a smile, and he seemed to say unintentionally, "These things are gifts from the girls for the Mid-Autumn Festival. How about you? Have you all received the gifts?"

He did not use interrogative sentences, but affirmative sentences.

Jiujiu and the other two girls were silent, obviously they didn't receive it.

Qiao Mo looked around, except Wei Beibei's table was piled full of gifts, and everyone else's was empty.This is not surprising, the strange thing is that Lan Zhongwen's table is also empty, this is impossible.

Even if his grades have plummeted, he still has an appearance that all girls admire. What's more, he is still a piano champion, somewhat legendary.

How could it be possible that you didn't even receive a gift?
Qiao Mo didn't allow Qiao Mo to think too much, the atmosphere in the first class had fallen into a death-like freeze, Qiao Mo coughed twice unnaturally, in order to relieve the embarrassment, he reached out to greet the three girls, "Don't say I'm not good to you, you guys Pick one of these gifts, and consider it my Mid-Autumn Festival gift to you."

This seems to be sympathizing with her?Xiao Jiujiu thought so, Wu Xia and Yingying had already rushed up to pick out presents, smiling happily.

Jiujiu stood there motionless, just like Lan Zhongwen said, a gift is a heart, and the gift is light and affection is heavy. If they knew that the gift they gave was ruined by Qiao Mo like this, they would be very disappointed. Whose? Isn't there a thousand choices for gifts?So affectionate?
After a while, Wu Xia and Yingying finished picking. With a dazzled smile, Qiao Mo beckoned Jiujiu to pick it up, but Jiujiu gave him a disdainful look, then turned around and picked up the trash can to take out the trash.

Qiao Mo was slightly taken aback, a little embarrassed.

Lan Zhongwen was in a good mood, with a faint smile on his lips, and continued to do the questions.

Wei Beibei quietly followed Jiujiu, and when Jiujiu was about to turn down the stairs, he quickly rushed to Jiujiu and snatched her trash can, "I'll empty it, it's too heavy for you to handle .”

Jiujiu was taken aback, the trash can in his hand had been snatched away.

Wei Beibei stuffed something into her hand, and with a phrase of Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, he fled in a hurry holding the trash can.

Looking at Wei Beibei's disappearing figure, Jiujiu bowed his head, holding a moon cake in his hand, with a smiling face painted on the festive package.

Jiujiu froze for a moment, looked at the mooncake carefully, and wrote three small words with a ballpoint pen on the lower left corner.

I am sorry.

Obviously he didn't want her to see these three words, he deliberately wrote them in the corner, small, with endless apology.

I don't know how many times he will say this sentence, Jiujiu thought to himself, in fact, she has already forgiven him, time is the best medicine, enough to erase all unpleasant memories.Beibei was sorry for her before, but at least he didn't shirk his responsibility, and he has been trying his best to make up for his apology.

Jiujiu sighed, and said with relief in his heart: Wei Beibei, I forgive you.

On the way home, Jiujiu felt that her schoolbag was getting heavier and heavier, like carrying a huge rock, and her forehead was dripping with cold sweat. She stopped the bicycle, pulled down her schoolbag, and when she opened it, she was instantly stunned.

In the dark blue backpack, there are 48 colors of paint lying quietly, emitting a dazzling halo under the rays of the setting sun.

80s paint is considered a rare item for their age, and ordinary students cannot afford it, so the only person who can afford it is Lan Zhongwen.

I thought I wouldn't receive a gift today, although I didn't say anything, but seeing others full of gifts, Jiujiu's heart was empty, very disappointed, and very envious.

She took out the paint and flipped through it in her hands, feeling elated.

"Do you like it?" Lan Zhongwen's low voice lingered softly in his ears, Jiujiu raised his head, the young man was sitting astride the bicycle, his white almost enchanting fingers curled slightly, a little nervous and a little sweaty.

The wind gently blew the broken hair on the forehead, Jiujiu stood under the setting sun, his eyes were like the autumn water in the night, and he looked forward.There was a smile on the corner of the mouth, and even the eyeballs that were as calm as the sea were stained with joy one after another. As he stroked the set of paint, his voice was as soft as a whisper, "Is this the Mid-Autumn Festival gift you gave me?"

Lan Zhongwen nodded, "I don't know what you like, so I bought what you can use."

This is the best gift she has ever received, not out of caring, not a casual object, but a real gift.And more importantly, the person who gave the gift was what she expected.

(End of this chapter)