Lu Chaochao shook his head while nibbling on the apple, "No need, I didn't do anything, just invite me to a meal then." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Seeing her serious expression, Yan Jiahui nodded fiercely and snorted.

Because it's friends, that's enough!

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"By the way, you can help me get the wholesale money to your friend when I get there. ”

“…… All right. Lu Chaochao forgot about this, after all, that friend didn't exist at all, so he could only take the money handed over by Yan Jiahui.

After putting the money away, Yan Jiahui was still excited, and she probably couldn't sleep when she went to sleep, so Lu Chaochao let her play here, and sat down at the desk to make mud figurines.

When Yan Jiahui saw this, she was very interested, she knew that Chao Chao had the ability to pinch clay people, and Lili's one was the evidence!

And there are a lot of small things on this desk, which are delicate and cute, and now that they can watch Lu Chaochao kneading clay figures up close, Yan Jiahui naturally wants to come over.

The black clay was extremely obedient in the fair-skinned and slender hands, but in the blink of an eye, it was pinched out into shape, and then with the small tool next to it, the outline came out.

Yan Jiahui's eyes widened, looking at this short-haired clay figure head, with a cute appearance, but she had an unhappy expression, and she didn't know who it was.

"Who is this?"

Lu Chaochao didn't speak, lowered his head and pinched a big piece of mud, rubbing it a little viciously, Yan Jiahui was aroused by her expression, and leaned next to her to look more seriously.

In the end, after the little clay figure was pinched, Yan Jiahui thought that she was going to start coloring, but she saw that Lu Chaochao was already cleaning up the mess, "Why didn't you color?"

After cleaning up the desktop, Lu Chaochao opened the small cabinet next to him and put the clay figurine inside.

Yan Jiahui was standing just in the position where she could see inside, and she saw that there were actually two people inside who looked the same as this little clay figure, but the movements were different, so she immediately blocked Lu Chaochao's action of closing the door, and her whole head leaned over to look.

The three little clay figurines are all the same size, and they are all black and earthy, except for the different movements, the expressions are all unhappy, but no matter how you look at it, this is obviously a boy!

Don't......?

Yan Jiahui felt that her gossip heart was burning, her eyes rolled, and she ran to the small balcony to find Lu Chaochao, who was washing her hands, and smiled sheepishly, "Chaochao, who is that little clay figure?"

"It's not anyone, it's just practice. Lu Chaochao replied expressionlessly.

Practice?Yan Jiahui doesn't believe it, can practice hide so tightly?

"Isn't it a classmate from our class?"

Lu Chaochao knew what she was thinking when she looked at her expression, but she was wrong, "Just pinch, how can I answer?"

After speaking, she walked back to the dormitory, and Yan Jiahui followed behind her, asking, "Hehe, Chaochao, do you know that the boys in our class have a collective crush on you?"

Lu Chaochao closed the cabinet door and said, "I know." ”

Yan Jiahui was speechless for a moment, narcissistic to this extent! When she looked at that face again, she was deflated, people are willful!

"Then, Chaochao, do you have anyone you like?" Yan Jiahui smiled ambiguously.

Lu Chaochao reached out and took an orange and raised his eyelids, "Jiahui, do you like Fang Yi?"

Now students have already begun to evaluate the school flowers and grass in the school, and the flowers and grass in the class or something.

Lu Chaochao is recognized as the only school flower in No. 1 Middle School, and the selection of school grass is more controversial, and there are many good-looking boys, naturally they all have their own fan groups, and no one is convinced of who is the school grass, so there are many school grasses.

Fang Yi is also one of the school grasses, he is in the first and second classes of high school, has good academic performance, is the class president, can play basketball, looks handsome, and has the charm of both idols and powerful factions, no wonder there are a group of fans to follow.

Yan Jiahui was dumbfounded, and then her face slowly turned red, looking at the interest in Lu Chaochao's eyes, she suddenly snorted and behaved very generously, "How about that, isn't it normal to like Fang Yi!" suddenly realized, "Oh, why did you suddenly mention Fang Yi? Could it be that the little clay figure is Fang Yi?" I won't rob you! You boldly go and confess!"

Lu Chaochao peeled a piece of orange and plugged her mouth, "You just talk nonsense!"

Chewing on the orange petals, Yan Jiahui was not idle, "Who is that little clay man?"

Lu Chaochao was so noisy by her that he stuffed the remaining orange petals into her mouth, choking her and rolling her eyes.

Yan Jiahui finally swallowed it, but Lu Chaochao turned around and pushed it out, and shouted, "Chaochao, let you go, I must ask who that little clay figure is!"

Lu Chaochao pushed her out of the door in one breath, and was about to close the door, Yan Jiahui had already reached out with a smile and blocked it, so she could only say helplessly, "You won, that's my brother!"

After saying that, he unceremoniously pushed her away and threw the door shut.

Yan Jiahui jumped outside, "I don't believe it!"

"Believe it or not!"

After making a fuss, there was no movement outside, Lu Chaochao turned off the lights, climbed the bed ladder, climbed halfway and jumped down, walked to the desk and opened the small cabinet, looking at the three black clay figures inside, his mood changed from indignation to complexity, and then fell into silence.

It's the same this year, but the birthday present still won't reach you.

"Bang" closed the cabinet, climbed into bed in three or two clicks, and couldn't help but take out a thin card, fumbling for the handwriting on it, the person smashed back on the pillow, held the card high, even in the dark can see that sentence.

I know you miss me.

"Now that you know, why don't you even leave me the address......"

Pinching the card, she fell asleep.

The next day on Christmas, Lu Chaochao knocked on the door next door, but didn't hear a response, guessing that Yan Jiahui was probably going to sleep in the dark, so he didn't wait, he went out to buy breakfast, and by the way, he brought one and put it on the windowsill, and it was 509 again.

Although it's Christmas, it's better for a single dog to hide in the dormitory!

With a complicated mood, Lu Chaochao turned his mobile phone into a computer, logged in to CC, and received a bunch of pictures from his mother to share as usual.

There's no way, if she doesn't go to Weibo to like and comment in time when her mother shares it, it will definitely be the same one in the next few days, and you can only pause this sharing if you go to watch it.

gave "Fang Heyu" the latest Weibo all the praises in the past, Lu Chaochao went to his own Weibo again, uploaded a few photographic pictures, all of which were small feelings taken by her mobile phone, which can be regarded as a literary hand, but her fans are only one of her own mothers, and it can be seen from the browsing records that the mother and daughter are a combination of mutual praise.