After sending warmth to the future boss, he was reborn

Chapter 90
When Ye Wan came out late, she found Mr. Lu standing outside waiting for her.

Lu Qingjue turned around, saw the bruise on her arm, and frowned: "I'll carry you."

Ye Wanwan frowned: "No need, Ah Jue, you donated blood too, I will feel sorry for you."

The two chatted sweetly.

Suddenly interrupted.

Tian Mengmeng just ran over happily after drawing blood, "Xiaowan, Xiaowan, I'm fine."

Lu Qingjue looked at her.

"Xiaowan, I remembered that I have something to do, so I'm leaving first." Tian Mengmeng blinked, and then consciously blinked after speaking.

Ye Wanwan: "..."

Ye Wanwan looked at the needle hole on her arm, and handed the chocolate and stuffed bunny to Boss Lu: "Ah Jue, help me hold it."

Lu Qingjue looked down at the thing held by the young girl's white hand, and pursed her thin lips lightly.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he still took the little rabbit toy and held it in his arms.

The handsome and cold boy was holding a soft and cute bunny doll. Ye Wanwan couldn't help but curl up her lips when she saw this scene.

The two walked side by side in the direction of the teaching building. The road was wide, and the branches of two rows of tall sycamore trees grew wildly, with thick green shade. On the way, there were many young couples who secretly held hands, and when they found someone around, they let go in a hurry. It was like first love.

Ye Wanwan paused, then turned to look at Mr. Lu.

This parasol road is beautiful, especially in summer and autumn, when the sun passes through the lush branches and leaves, and casts a mottled and swaying light.

The slightly intoxicating wind, the warm aroma, like adding fructose to the coffee, the mellow and slightly sweet fragrance permeates the air.

As if her heart was scratched by something, Ye Wanwan took out her phone from her pocket, quickly unlocked it and turned on the camera, then raised the phone to the profile of Mr. Landing.

"Ah Jue, look at the camera!"

Lu Qingjue heard the sound and looked over.

The screen freezes at this second.

The young man is cool and handsome, stunning time.
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Time passed day by day, and the days were dull but full.

Ye Wanwan felt that she was quite low-key. It could be said that she kept her ears to the outside world and only wanted to talk about love.

But I don't know if someone is jealous of her beauty and maliciously spread rumors to slander her personality.

That morning Ye Wanwan and Lu Qingjue had just got off the car on the side of the street when they saw a group of people standing around the school gate from a distance, squatting or standing, as if they were looking at something.

Ye Wanwan walked over one step ahead, and dozens of A4 papers were strewn all over the floor.

She saw Tian Mengmeng who happened to turn her head first.

Tian Mengmeng panicked immediately, and desperately waved at her to tell her not to come over.

But the school gate is so big, no matter what, she has to go to class, how can she not come over?
Driven by curiosity, Ye Wanwan still walked over.

One of the papers was blown by the wind and floated to her feet.

She looked down. It was a photo image printed in full color.

One is Ye Wanwan getting out of the luxury car, wearing a famous tag, with a bright smile on her face.

One was Ye Wanwan drinking porridge on the first floor of the school cafeteria, and there was a plate of pickles for [-] cents on the table.

Note: Girls in Class [-], Grade [-] were taken care of by others.

Below is a picture of Dad Ye sending Ye Wan to school at night.

At that time, her hair was messed up, and Father Ye fixed her daughter's hair, looking very intimate.

Ye Wanwan: ...

These people are so good at nonsense, why don't they go to heaven?
The paper in Ye Wanwan's hand fell to the ground unsteadily.

She was about to bend down to pick it up, when a white sneaker appeared in her field of vision, then her white knuckles slightly bent, and picked up what Ye Wanwan wanted to pick up.

"You go back to the classroom first."

She heard people around her say.

　I wanted to write about the school celebration, but I didn't think of a good plot
　　
　
(End of this chapter)