"I'm actually quite cowardly," she said. Since I was a child, as soon as someone treats me well, I begin to be afraid, afraid that I have no morality, incompetence and no background, live up to the feelings of others, and dare not even accept the good given by others, so I don't even have a good friend with a strong relationship when I grow up.

Just like today, when I think of you tutoring me, teasing me, making umbrellas for me, buying hot drinks for me, and asking me to put my hands in your clothes pockets, I feel uneasy, afraid that if I don't make my words clear in time, I will mislead you and mistakenly think that I will fall in love with you. ”

Wang Chengyou wanted to turn around, look at her, and say to her, one person wants to be good to another person, and he doesn't need another person to have a virtuous and talented background, just because he likes it. Like you, for your dedication, you are willing to accept, is the best feedback.

But he couldn't.

In this case, it will only scare Mo Yan away.

He had to endure it.

He hopes that his love for her can be translated into practical benefits for her life, for example, to help her get better results in the college entrance examination. After the college entrance examination, he will confess as soon as possible.

After sorting out the key points in his heart, Wang Chengyou turned around with a clear expression, and smiled indifferently: "Have you ever thought that you may be my experimental subject?" ”

"Huh?"

"I thought you were an art student, and with your cultural class results, you wouldn't be held back in the college entrance examination. Later, I heard that you gave up being an art student, and in that case, looking at the whole class, there was no longer a college entrance examination student as bad as you. And I, Taoguang has been in obscurity for too long, and I need to practice my hands, so I ......"

Every word was so contrary to his heart that when he said this, his heart ached faintly.

Although the words were full of ridicule for her, and it sounded a little sad, Mo Yan was still deeply satisfied. It's nice not to have to carry a burden on your heart.

"Let's change the topic and discuss what to wear the day after tomorrow, right?" Wang Chengyou turned around. Mo Yan's deeply relaxed expression stimulated her. Was she so eager not to have a closer relationship with him?

"Okay. But I don't have a clue. ”

"What do you think of my suggestion that you dress up as an Arab princess?"

"Arabian princess?"

"Wear a veil and a robe, but it doesn't have to be black."

"Okay. You don't even have to smirk. ”

"If you really don't like that kind of occasion, you can completely refuse Xu Qinglai."

"I want to refuse, but my skin is not so thick."

"Then plunge into it, relax, I don't know if there is anything fun to do when the time comes, there will be a lot of good food and drink."

"Wow~"

Mo Yan's eyes lit up. Recently, she has spent too much effort studying and Mo Jielian is arrogant and deductible from eating, she feels that the gluttony is about to drive her crazy. The words "delicious and delicious" are simply golden, and they make her eyes burst into a little red heart.

Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan said one sentence at a time, and they were very engaged, completely unaware of the strange purple-haired young man behind them.

In the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Huigang luxury store Dior, Wan Ting, who was trying on the new Dior handbag, suddenly showed a heartfelt smile, and she happily beckoned to the wide leather sofa that provided guests with a rest: "Tang Sheng! Tonsen! Come on! Help me see if this hand is not lined with grandma's birthday dress! ”

Tang Wenhao got up helplessly.

What forced him to accompany her shopping was the old birthday star of Wan Ting's family and her grandmother. He didn't dare to disobey the words of the two old ladies who had extended their friendship for more than half a century.

The writer hadn't approached Huanting yet, but he saw Huanting exclaim exaggeratedly, pointed out the window and said, "It's snowing!" Townsend, look! ”

After the writer was "almost", he couldn't help but be stunned.

Against the backdrop of a busy gray city, a yellow umbrella seems to have its own spotlight, and a girl with a bright yellow scarf under the umbrella has long and straight legs, which is simply against the sky. The first time they met, he couldn't help but look at it again and again, wasn't it these slender and flawless legs?

Oh, and that dark, shiny, silky, thick hair. At that time, if it wasn't for a burning cigarette in his hand, he would dare to touch it directly. It's a big deal to get a sentence of "stinky hooligan", it's worth it.

Seeing Wen Hao's stagnant gaze, Wan Ting's previous pride instantly turned into annoyance! It's dangerous! She almost got scammed! I thought that the love for high school girls came and went quickly, but I never thought that there was a hidden function!

Wan Ting pretended to be unsteady, bumped into Wenhao's arms, and hooked his neck with her hand: "Oh, Tang Sheng, you are really single with your strength, and even other high school students will pity Xiangxiang and cherish jade." Look at other high school students, it's just snowing, they all know that I'm going to fall down when I hold an umbrella for my girlfriend, but you don't know how to help me! ”

So, the writer stretched his gaze and saw a long boy under the yellow umbrella.

Groov.

It was a sound of shock.

Although his face was as usual, his heart was undoubtedly confused.

Didn't she take the college entrance examination half a year away? When this kind of fire burns your eyebrows, are you still in the mood to fall in love? Or is he too old to understand the pride of the new generation who regard the college entrance examination as nothing?

No matter how confused Tang Wenhao's heart was, Mo Yan and the tall boy talked and laughed, vividly staged in front of his eyes, and after a while, he was left with a pair of backs that were quite close.

"What? Do you see someone you know without blinking? ”

Tang Wenhao slowly but resolutely pushed away Huan Ting, who was on his chest, hooked his lips and smiled: "I haven't seen snow for a long time." ”

Wan Ting smiled. It doesn't break either. The waxed glass in front of me reflects the drifting lights of the room so brightly that you can see the snowflakes outside.

Tang Wenhao simply turned around, turned his back to the figure who was getting farther and farther away, and focused his eyes on Wan Ting's handbag: "Light gold scales, although there are not too many new ideas, are better than versatile." Not bad! ”

His unhurried tone and warm and smiling expression made Wan Ting doubt herself again for a while. High school girl, she should be too hearty.

Wan Ting smiled at Wen Hao and turned around to change clothes in the dressing room. took the opportunity to secretly send a message to Shiyun: "Guess who I saw just now?" ”

"Who?" She's used to being even.

"The high school girl that Tong Sheng loved before."

"Oh!"

"You don't have anything to say to me?"

"What?"

Wan Ting thought about it, and even she didn't know what kind of trouble she was asking so reluctantly. Maybe it was the high school student's collagen-full face that stimulated her, and there were so many beauties around Tang Sheng, but she only minded the high school girl who appeared the least the most.

Halfway through the words, Wan Ting wiped it off.

Tang Sheng complied with his grandmother's instructions, accompanied her shopping, and made an appointment with her for dinner. From breakfast and lunch until mid-afternoon, he was by her side, and his questions about her were not perfunctory, what else would she do? That's it.

Just when Wan Ting gave up in her heart, Shiyun's new news came in: "I hesitated for a while, I didn't want to tell you, but I thought of the promise I made to you...... I'll tell you, Brother Hao is already planning what will happen to the girl after she enters his studio, and I heard that he also talked to her about a master who teaches watercolor sketching. ”

A sharp warning!

Wan Ting hurriedly held on to the wall with her hands to stabilize her figure.

A woman's sixth sense is honest!

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