After unbuttoning all the buttons of his coat, Cheng Yelan opened his placket, couldn't help but admire the line of his waist was really smooth and beautiful, and took the scarf from his hand, found the middle position and stood on tiptoe around his neck, and then tied a knot that was not very complicated according to the way taught on the computer, and put the lower part flat in front of him, forming a wide tie style, and then tied all the buttons for him to see the effect, and now he feels like wearing a high-necked trench coat, The figure and temperament are not damaged at all.

Cheng Yelan nodded very satisfied with his work, took out his mobile phone and turned it into selfie mode to show him, "Look, isn't it particularly good-looking?" ”

Compared to her excitement, Song Qiguang only tugged at the corners of his lips with lack of interest, "It's barely acceptable." ”

Cheng Yelan smiled and took back her phone, "Then wear it, in fact, there are many other styles, both inside and outside the clothes, if you want to see it, I'll get it for you next time." With that, she took the milk from his hand, drew a little closer to him, put her arms around his waist as usual, and buried her head gently on his shoulder.

Cheng Yelan likes the very warm feeling when she is with him, and she likes the smell of him very much, as if she likes him very much. She closed her eyes and said in a very soft voice, "I'm sorry, I won't lose my temper again in the future." ”

She heard the boy laugh under his breath, put his hands on my shoulders, and said in a magnetic voice, "It's okay, it's just that I'm still curious to know what you're angry about." ”

Cheng Yelan hugged his hands tightly, and a touch of sadness suddenly slipped in his heart, how good it would be if they were already together, the real reason why he was angry was that he couldn't say it to him no matter what......

Silently smiled bitterly, Cheng Yelan's voice was smiling again, and he still said softly: "It's nothing, I just want to ......"

"What do you want?"

"You ......"

"Me?"

Cheng Yelan tried her best to resist the urge to laugh, "I want you to stop worrying about me!" ”

I just want you to change the dance partner for your birthday party to me to prove that I am the person you care about the most, but I know you can't do it, and I'm afraid that my infatuation will only be an empty dream after all. When will you understand my feelings?

"You ......" Cheng Yelan could imagine how he gritted his teeth and was helpless now, opened his eyes with a smile, let him take a few steps back, and raised his eyebrows, "The reason why I am angry, I can't tell you yet, but I hope that I can tell you one day, then you will know that my anger is by no means sudden, and you know how you provoked me to let me treat you like that." ”

"......" Cheng Yelan's words made the boy frown slightly, and looked at me puzzled, "Why do you want to make it so complicated?" Well, I'm looking forward to the day when you tell me how I inadvertently offended you, because I thought about it yesterday for a day and a night and didn't figure it out. ”

Cheng Yelan couldn't help laughing, "Okay, let's go to the library now." ”

After speaking, she took a step, but Song Qiguang grabbed me, "No need, I won't go to the library today, you come to my house for breakfast first, and then we will go out to play together." After the boy finished speaking, he let go of her and took the lead towards the school gate.

Cheng Yelan, who didn't expect him to say this, was stunned for a long time before hurriedly following, he just said, let yourself go to his house? ……

This is the first time Cheng Yelan has been invited to his house, and when he first heard that he lived alone outside the school, he was so envious that he wanted to go over and have a look, but now he was even more excited. The two of them walked out of the school gate together, turned to the left, and crossed the road to see a large residential area, which was quiet and quiet because it was not located in the center of the city, and the greenery was excellent.

The two walked into the community, the layout of the buildings here is very neat, and there is no clutter on the ground, Song Qiguang took her into a building in the middle, and when she came to the door on the left side of the third floor, he took out the key and opened the door, and made a "please" gesture to her with a smile, "Welcome to the cold house." ”

Cheng Yelan went in and changed his shoes first, and when he raised his head, he saw a very spacious hall, with a bright floor, a transparent glass mirror, and few items but an orderly arrangement, reflecting the owner's taste and cultivation.

"I'll take you to the bedroom first," Song Qiguang said beside her, "and then I'll make you breakfast." ”

"Okay." Cheng Yelan looked at him expectantly.

The boy's home is a semi-leap structure, three steps up from the hall to the bedroom and kitchen, there are three living rooms, his own bedroom is the largest one, the other two are the study and the fitness room, the study is more appropriate to say that it is a painting room, because there are not many books in it, but all kinds of painting tools are available.

There was a sense of surprise when he first entered his bedroom, first of all, the large bed that was large enough for three people to sleep on, which looked very soft and comfortable, and he also had a large bookshelf, a total of six floors, which should be able to hold thousands of books, and in addition to this, the contents of this bedroom were as neat and orderly as the hall, and it could be seen that this person was also careful to regulate himself when he was alone.

Cheng Yelan was very satisfied, but she wanted to evaluate but couldn't seem to find any words, Song Qiguang just smiled, walked in and took off her coat and scarf and put them on the hanger, and returned to her, "You can take a look around for yourself, I'll go get you breakfast." As she spoke, she took the milk she had been holding in her hand and turned to the kitchen.

Having said that, Cheng Yelan didn't go anywhere else, nor did he enter this bedroom, but just stood at the door and took a closer look at his daily living place. Although he was fond of black, the room was decorated in light colors: the bed was a light beige, close to the color of the floor; All the wooden furniture, such as the desk and wardrobe, is dark sandalwood, and there is a small but delicate marble chandelier on the ceiling, and the curtains are light green, which hangs quietly there. Cheng Yelan imagined him walking around, reading, and resting in this room, and his heart swelled with a burst of liking.

After watching it for a long time, Cheng Yelan turned around and went to the kitchen to find Song Qiguang, and saw him skillfully frying poached eggs in front of the stove at the door, and there was something boiling on the pot next to him.

Cheng Yelan thinks it's incredible, in fact, boys have always been very pampered in her eyes, for example, he is sometimes very domineering, he doesn't speak very politely, and he often satirizes people, and when he goes to school, he will let his family arrange to live outside the school, which is even more reflective, as well as the nobility and good upbringing he shows, Cheng Yelan really has no way to associate such a person with cooking skills.