Feng Han couldn't help but ask again, "Then where do you live?"

"I haven't had classes for the past two days, so let's stay at home," Han Wu turned around, "It's just time to discuss the plot of Meteor Garden." ”

Feng Han carefully hid his joy and nodded slightly.

However, when he saw Han Wu's car, he was a little unhappy.

With his superficial understanding of this world's car brand, this car should not be cheap, even if it can't reach the grade of Zeng Lexin's sports car, at least it is equivalent to a Mercedes-Benz BMW on that plane!

Although Daxia's car is not very expensive, the price of this car is at least worth a suite in Dongyang, which is by no means something that Han Wu can afford to pay for his paintings.

"What's going on with this car?" Feng Han asked very seriously.

"I borrowed it. ”

"Who can lend you such an expensive car?" Feng Han remembered that a roommate of Han Wu had said that there was a handsome guy who chased her in a luxury car, and couldn't help but get nervous.

"Please, my grandfather is Han Xiaoleng, my grandmother is Duanmu Sakura, my circle of friends is very high, okay, is it strange to borrow this kind of car!" Han Wu asked Feng Han rhetorically.

Feng Han moved his mouth, "If you have a point, go home." He thought to himself, I'm just worrying about Lao Han~

Sitting in the car, thinking of the torture that had just been sealed cold, the unhappy Han Wu asked rhetorically, "I recently heard that you wrote two more poems, called Zhiwusu, right." ”

"That's right. ”

"The name is weird, a bit of a cover-up feeling, but the content is easy to understand, are you in love?"

"Who said that," I don't know why, I can tell Lao Han, I can tell Big Bear Xiaolu Youxi, and even if my mother knows, it doesn't seem to be painful, but only for Han Wu, Feng Han doesn't want to admit it, "You also know that I have always come to write poems with my mouth open, and I never need to brew emotions." ”

"Oh, really, but some things obviously feel like they are specifically referring to, in the dark hall of the East Pavilion and Xiyue, it is clearly a specific location, and many people on the Internet are studying what stories of the authors are hidden in these two poems," Han Wu asked reluctantly, "Is there really no story in this?"

"Haha, what kind of story can there be, really not, I'm also playing tricks, don't you think that poets should be more mysterious, the more evil they guess, the more in line with my expectations. Feng Han didn't say a word of truth in his mouth.

Han Wu's eyes rolled, and he temporarily let Feng Han go.

Feng Han grew up in the capital and Longying Ancient City when he was a child, but he didn't have a lot of feelings about the house his mother bought, because he had been renting a house until he was six years old, and his mother bought his own house, plus decoration or something, in fact, Feng Han had lived for a year, and he didn't have much sense of belonging there.

If it weren't for Han Wu, he might have opened a room near the film academy.

Entering the elevator, there was a mother holding her daughter in the elevator, who was about two years old and holding a bottle.

Han Wu likes children, and she is also very popular with children, as soon as the two entered, her little pigtails were taken by the little girl, and her fat little hands reached out to fish.

Han Wu was not angry, and generously handed one to the little fat hand, "Sister, your daughter is so cute." ”

"Thank you, you are beautiful too. The other party said politely.

"I have a younger sister, who is older than her, and she also liked to pull my hair when I was a child, haha," Han Wu said good-naturedly, seeing that the floor was about to arrive, she discussed, "Little sister, can you let my sister leave, my sister has arrived." ”

The mother also advised her daughter who couldn't put down braids, "When you have long hair and waist, your mother will also weave it for you?"

The little girl obediently loosened her braids, but in the end she spit out a mouthful of milk, the child seemed to have practiced, and a mouthful of milk spit out thirty or forty centimeters away, right in the hair of the Korean dance.

The mother hurriedly apologized, "Oh, I'm sorry, this kid is too skinny." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, she didn't mean it, we're going to get down, goodbye~" Han Wu hurriedly pulled Feng Han down the elevator.

Feng Han was still indignant, "If this is our Su Su, I will definitely have to break my brain!"

Han Wu lowered his head, "Hmph, you know how to bully Su Su." ”

"There's a little girl named Xiao Nuomi, and I often bully her. Feng Han said triumphantly.

"I know, that's a good boy. Han Wu opened the door.

"How do you know Xiao Nuomi?"

"I went home last week, and she went to be a guest," Han Wu explained, "Don't say anything, I'm going to wash my hair!"

"You didn't tell me when you went back?" Feng Han asked.

"Didn't you go out with Lu Youxi and them, how can I tell you, I wanted to wait for you to come back before leaving, but I ended up playing and disappeared. ”

"You think I'm willing, it's not like I've been thrown halfway by Lu Youxi. "I had already calmed down my resentment against Lu Youxi, but when I heard this, I rushed up again.

"Oh, I'm not telling you, I'm going to wash my hair. Han Wu blocked Feng Han out of the door.

Feng Han sat on the sofa, regretting that the little girl didn't vomit her, wouldn't she want to take a bath~~

However, Han Wu went into the bathroom and came out again, "Can you help me?"

"What's the matter, I'm not a shampoo brother, so I have to help. The mouth is upright, Feng Han rolled up his sleeves, and seemed to be full of energy.

"It's not for you to wash my hair, you can help me untie my braids!" Han Wu kept his head down, afraid that the milk would flow into his neck.

"You can't untie your own braids yourself? I'm a good girl, is it so amazing?" Feng Han leaned over, the bathroom space was not large, and the two of them seemed a little full.

"My classmate's technique is very complicated, and he didn't use rubber bands and hairpins to make the braids like this, you see how to untie them, so much. ”

Feng Han picked up a braid tip to study, and Han Wu took off his coat easily.

Feng Han panicked instantly, "You, why are you taking off your clothes!?"

"Washing your hair is in the way, have you untied it?" asked Han Wu impatiently.

"Oh, it's on. Feng Han sighed that the classmate had a pair of skillful hands, but he still cracked it, and there were a total of eight pigtails on his head, which he lifted one by one.

This very innovative hairstyle fell apart like this, and it was the first time Feng Han had seen Han Wu have such a complicated lineup of braids on his head, which made the big girl of more than seven meters a lot more playful.

Han Wu's hairstyle has always been simple, which may be related to the fact that she didn't have a mother since she was a child, and Lao Han's clumsy hands naturally don't know how to braid them, so she has short hair that is easy to take care of when she was a child.

Later, although she had a stepmother, her stepmother was also unreliable, Mei Fengchao herself had short hair, because she didn't bring her grandma to braid her when she remarried, so even if Han Wu later left a long black and bright hair, she only had two styles: shawl or ponytail.

Feng Han was thinking about the history of Han Wu's hairstyle, so she urged, "Okay, you go out, I'm going to wash my hair~"

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