Luo Nanchu nodded, "Okay." ”

Hua Rong smiled at her, raised her hand and touched Luo Nanchu's little face: "Chuchu, sometimes think about it, it's good to know you." ”

She doesn't talk much, she doesn't make noise, and at this time, she needs someone to be by her side to talk to her.

It's really sad, I'm heartbroken by the person I like, this feeling is only Luo Nanchu can understand.

Not all feelings in the world can be cultivated, and she doesn't force it.

It's a bit sad that 20 years have taken to get this result.

"I've wasted more time than you do." Hua Rong complained softly, "Do you think I'm unlucky?" ”

"yes." Luo Nanchu sighed, "It's that he doesn't have vision." ”

It's Feng Jin who doesn't deserve her.

But how can you say whether you are worthy or unworthy of such a thing as feelings?

Feng Jin likes Liu Sisi, if he likes it, he likes it, and he will not empathize with him because Hua Rong is better than Liu Sisi.

Feelings are often wishful thinking.

Luo Nanchu chatted with Hua Rong until it was close to evening.

Feng Jin's grandfather called and told her to come home for dinner in the evening. The old man personally called, and she had to go back.

When they were separated, Hua Rong got up and hugged her: "Chuchu, I'm leaving." ”

Luo Nanchu sat there and smiled: "Well, you drive carefully. ”

She smiled slightly, pinned her tiny bangs behind her ear, and turned away.

She left with her head held high, her back slender and straight, with the elegance and pride that belonged to this woman herself.

She is the kind of woman who will not be defeated at any time.

Luo Nanchu didn't realize that Hua Rong would continue to suffer from Feng Jin.

She sat for a while, finished her coffee, and waited until it was getting dark, then got up to pay and left.

She had dinner outside, and bought a small box of cakes to treat herself, and when she opened the door and went in, she found that the door was hidden, Luo Nanchu stood at the door, looked up, and saw Fu Tingyuan lying on the sofa sleeping.

He didn't know when he would come back.

She thought he was so angry that he didn't want to pay attention to her anymore.

Luo Nanchu was a little ridiculous.

She relaxed her steps and walked in gently, then crouched on the edge of the sofa, holding her cheeks and looking at the man's sleeping face with a slight frown and a little dissatisfaction.

His face was still so beautiful, the kind of delicacy that was so special to her appetite that she couldn't even give it a bad conscience when he was the worst for her.

Every aspect of his appearance is in line with her aesthetics.

She looked at his face with her cheeks propped up, secretly wondering if she would make him angry if she secretly kissed him and was caught by Fu Tingyuan.

However, she was so bold that she couldn't help but poke her head over quietly and kiss him on the lips.

Fu Tingyuan opened his eyes and looked at Luo Nanchu, whose neck had not yet stretched back, with an expressionless face.

Luo Nanchu blinked innocently, "Hi." Good evening. ”

Fu Tingyuan sat up from the sofa and gently rubbed his temples as if he had a headache.

His expression looked a little tired.

Luo Nanchu put the cake on the coffee table, and felt a little pitiful when he saw his sullen appearance, so he walked over and asked him softly, "Have you eaten dinner?" Do you want me to make some for you? ”

He leaned back on the sofa and looked at her as if he were raising his eyelids: "What will you do?" ”

Luo Nanchu stood there and said very obediently: "Noodles." ”