Xueba school grass is cut from white to black

Chapter 55
Jun Zhimiao wakes up the alarm clock on time, picks up the phone after getting up, and finds that Zhou Wan has sent her several messages.Probably complaining that she doesn't make new friends here, and hangs out with an Internet celebrity in city B every day.

Jun Zhimiao rubbed her temples, not knowing where Zhou Wan came from with such rich associations, so she casually sent a message to Huo Lan after a few perfunctory words.

"I woke up."

The other side quickly replied, "Then I'll come and pick you up in 15 minutes."

Jun Zhimiao replied yes, then got out of bed and changed clothes.When she was rummaging through the suitcase, the small wooden box fell out of it. She was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered that the return gift she bought for Huo Lansu had been kept in the suitcase and had not been taken out.

Jun Zhimiao opened it again, looked at it, and closed the lid again after making sure the gift was not damaged.After changing her dress, Huo Lansu just arrived at the door. She took her bag and put the gift box inside.

What they booked was the seats in the restaurant in the hotel, and they just took the elevator down.Jun Zhimiao was led by Huo Lansu, and the high heels stepped on the red carpet at the door. The combination of handsome men and beautiful women made people in the restaurant look over unconsciously.

After Huo Lansu asked her for her opinion, he ordered several dishes comprehensively.After the waiter stepped back, Jun Zhimiao took out the wooden box from the bag.

"this is for you."

Huo Lan took the box and opened it to find a silver-gray leather bracelet with a similar color to her bracelet. "For me?"

Jun Zhimiao nodded, and shook the silver chain on his hand.

"Before you bought me a bracelet in return."

"You like to wear white T-shirts, and your complexion is white. This should look good with you."

The bracelet is a new type of luxury product, the price is slightly cheaper than the bracelet, but it still costs Jun Zhimiao's pocket money for a month.

Huo Lan took it out and took it with him, and couldn't help but tease: "A token of love?"

Jun Zhimiao blushed so much that she wanted to pinch him angrily. "I said it was a gift in return!"

Huo Lan smiled slightly, seeing that Jun Zhimiao was still angry, he stretched out his hand and gently pinched her face.

"I'm not kidding, I want to ask you a question."

Jun Zhimiao's heart skipped a beat, probably guessing what he was going to ask.

"Do you want to ask me why I didn't tell you your real identity?"

"Yeah." His expression was loose, and there was ridicule in his gentle voice.

"Does Miao Miao despise me?"

These words are very gentle, but unconsciously making people nervous, Jun Zhimiao quickly shook his head.

"I don't dislike you, it's just..."

The fingers placed under the table couldn't help but clenched, and she hesitated to speak.

"My mother can't hide things, and she loves to show off. If you want her to know that you are Huo Lansu, you don't know how many demands you have to make. One thing more is worse than one thing less."

If Zhou Wan knew that the two were in a relationship, she would definitely try her best to make the two of them get engaged, and Jun Zhimiao would have a headache thinking about it.

Huo Lansu propped his forehead with one hand and smiled lightly.

"Well, what if I don't mind the trouble?"

The young man had a smile on his brows and eyes, and his fair face seemed to be covered with soft light.The corners of the mouth are raised, looking particularly attractive.The words were gentle, and the voice was soft and low, inexplicably somewhat ambiguous.

What happened to the sudden feeling that the atmosphere was too good to be true?

Jun Zhimiao thought about it, and decided to tell the truth.

"You don't mind me, why do you want to be idle and bored and cause trouble? It's because studying is too easy and you want to find something to do?"

Her amber eyes were clean and clear, and she met his gaze without fear.

She is always so surprising.

The corners of Huo Lan's lips curled up, his voice was like a spring breeze blowing on his ears, with a hint of pampering.

"Listen to you, if you don't make it public, you won't make it public."

　Recently, I see a little less people. In fact, it’s okay if you don’t vote for red beans or recommend anything. I’m not too young to eat sugar (kimbo.

　　


(End of this chapter)