The Godfather of Chinese Entertainment's Little Flowers

As dusk settles, the city takes on a gentler, more somber appearance.

The dinner location was set at Wanda Plaza near the school.

It happened to be Friday, and the mall was packed with people, most of whom were university students from the nearby area.

Han Luo wore a long black trench coat paired with light-colored jeans, his hands in his pockets, standing tall and imposing at the mall entrance.

In just the few minutes he waited for him, Han Luo had already rejected three or four girls who were not particularly attractive.

A few minutes later, he finally saw a beautiful figure jogging towards him from a distance.

Meng Ziyi's pretty face was flushed, and she was breathing heavily.

"Sorry I'm late, senior!"

Today she was wearing a long brown cardigan over a floral camisole, her chest was broad, and she wore a denim mini skirt, her long, white legs were dazzling.

Han Luo glanced at his phone and chuckled, "You're late for our first dinner invitation?"

Meng Ziyi pursed her lips, stammered, and seemed a little embarrassed.

In fact, she started preparing for this date two hours in advance.

I tried it on and on, but I was still not satisfied. I've used up more than half a bottle of foundation!

Who would have thought that we'd still be late in the end...

Fortunately, Han Luo was just saying it casually, "Let's go, which restaurant did you mention?"

"Uh-huh."

Meng Ziyi instantly became energetic again, following Han Luo around and chattering away.

"Hey senior, I checked online, and this restaurant's food is really good..."

Sure enough, Sister Meng has a keen eye; this unassuming hot pot restaurant is indeed delicious.

The two of them ate a spicy hot pot, which made Meng Ziyi's cherry-like lips turn bright red and juicy!

"Ouch...it's so spicy! Senior, don't you think it's spicy?"

"I'm fine, probably because I didn't put chili in my sauce."

Meng Ziyi glanced at Han Luo's sauce, gently biting her chopsticks with her pearly teeth, seemingly lost in thought.

Han Luo added, "You don't have to keep calling me 'senior.' You can call me Han Luo, or A-Luo, it's fine!"

Mencius pondered for a moment, then said, "If you won't call me 'senior,' then I'll call you 'Brother Luo.' 'Brother Luo' sounds better!"

Luo Ge?

He's been promoted to Chief Detective of the Five Hundred Million Dollar Detective Agency?

Whatever, it doesn't matter. "Whatever you want!"

Meng Ziyi then started asking questions related to the audition.

"Brother Luo, were you nervous during your audition?"

"Luckily, I have a good mindset!"

"Was the director fierce during the audition? I've heard that most directors have bad tempers, and I'm most afraid of being yelled at..."

"He probably wouldn't have been rude to you during the audition, since he hadn't even paid you yet. What right did he have to be rude to you?"

Han Luo's predecessor, as a qualified ox or horse, possessed top-notch awareness.

No money, no discussion! With money in hand, you can insult me ​​however you want!

Meng Ziyi suddenly realized, "Oh right, he didn't pay, so why is he yelling at me?"

Han Luo picked up a piece of meat, chewed it gently, and then Meng Ziyi asked:

"Could you tell me about your audition?"

Han Luo put down his chopsticks and began to describe the scene vividly. Meng Ziyi, resting his chin on his hand, listened intently, his eyes sparkling.

Halfway through dinner, Meng Ziyi's bowl of sauce was almost empty, and she suddenly spoke:

"Brother Luo, I think your sauce looks pretty good. Could you make me a bowl?"

She blinked her big eyes, gazing at him expectantly.

Han Luo naturally felt embarrassed to refuse, after all, the young lady had paid for the meal.

"You have good taste! I learned this sauce from a master chef; it tastes good with or without chili!"

Meng Ziyi raised her little hand, "Really? Then I want it non-spicy, it was so spicy just now!"

"Okay, wait a minute!"

Han Luo got up and left.

Seeing Han Luo walk away, Meng Ziyi quickly stood up, picked up a piece of fatty beef, dipped it in Han Luo's sauce bowl, then stuffed it into her mouth, chewing gently with a satisfied expression.

"Mmm...it really tastes delicious!"

After finishing her meal, she looked up again, her eyes wary, and muttered, "Want another piece?"

Soon, Han Luo returned with a bowl of sauce. He felt that Meng Ziyi's gaze was a little strange, and the atmosphere was very subtle!

"Try it and see if it tastes good."

Sister Meng took the bowl of sauce with both hands and exclaimed, "Delicious!"

Han Luo: "????"

After a satisfying meal, the two took a taxi back to school together.

The two sat in the back row, and Meng Ziyi secretly sized him up while Han Luo looked out the window.

The dim, interlacing streetlights cast a soft glow on Han Luo's face.

His eyelashes were long and curled, his nose was prominent, and his prominent Adam's apple twitched from time to time, exuding sexual tension.

Yes, that's definitely her type!

"Brother Luo, do you have a boyfriend?" Meng Ziyi suddenly asked in a low voice.

But as soon as she said it, she regretted it.

Ugh! Why is my mouth always faster than my brain? It's so annoying!

Han Luo turned to look at her, his face full of confusion.

Perhaps because the car window was open, the wind outside was too loud, and I couldn't hear it clearly.

Meng Ziyi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly waved his hand, "No, it's nothing!"

"Oh, oh..." Han Luo nodded, looking out the window again, but after a moment, he said lightly, "No!"

In an instant! Meng Ziyi's face turned bright red from her neck to her ears!

Oh no, he heard it!

Meng Ziyi stared wide-eyed at his profile, but his gaze remained calm.

Her gaze followed his arm down to his hand, which was resting on the seat. His fingers were long and slender with well-defined knuckles.

As if guided by some unseen force, Meng Ziyi gently placed her small hand on his.

The moment he touched her warm hand, his large hand reached out and grabbed her small hand. Han Luo turned to look at her, his eyes filled with a smile.

It's as if it's saying: I've caught you, you little rascal!

Meng Ziyi's pretty face turned red, her brain gave up thinking, and she moved her pert buttocks to rest her head on Han Luo's shoulder.

Han Luo lowered his head, a slight smile playing on his lips, a faint fragrance wafting from his nose, and their hands, which had been clasped together, now intertwined.

The two walked hand in hand through the campus of Beijing Film Academy.

In this season, there is already a strong chill in the evening breeze.

But in the dim corners where the streetlights don't reach, there are still many couples embracing and whispering sweet nothings to each other.

This situation is more common the further you go into the girls' dormitory building.

Whenever Mencius saw it by chance, he would quickly look straight ahead, his little face turning red.

"Brother Luo, when are you joining the crew?"

Han Luo said calmly, "I'm going to Shanghai the day after tomorrow, and then I should be able to go in."

Mencius exclaimed in surprise, "So fast?"

Han Luo laughed and said, "Yeah, it's a web series after all, so there aren't many rules. Let's finish filming quickly and release it to make money!"

"Oh, right." Sister Meng nodded, her interest instantly waning.

Their relationship had just taken a step closer, and now they had to separate so soon. She was very unhappy!

"Alright, we're here!"

The two stopped under a large tree next to the dormitory. The dense foliage cast a large shadow on the ground, completely enveloping them.

Meng Ziyi looked up at Han Luo, pouting her little lips.

Han Luo smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Meng Ziyi didn't answer. She pulled away from his hand, wrapped her arms around Han Luo's waist, and rested her head against his chest. "I'll miss you!"

Han Luo stroked her soft hair. "What's wrong? It's not like we're going to die."

Meng Ziyi didn't say anything, but instead hugged her even tighter.

Han Luo could clearly feel two soft mounds pressed tightly against his chest, which felt somewhat comfortable.

After a moment, she finally relaxed, forcing a relieved smile as she said:

"Okay, I'm going back now. You should go back early too."

Han Luo looked at her and smiled faintly, but the moment she turned to leave, he pulled her into his arms.

Seeing Meng Ziyi's panicked gaze, Han Luo lowered his head and gently kissed him.

Meng Ziyi adapted quickly, becoming so engrossed in the moment that her body went limp, and she leaned against Han Luo.

Just then, she suddenly felt something soft forcefully invading her mouth.

She tried to resist, but it was all in vain!

Having become a defeated woman, she could only cling tightly to Han Luo's clothes, awkwardly responding, her intermittent sobs gradually fading away in the evening breeze...

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