Lu Zhenming has always been the perfect male god in her heart.

He is handsome and outstanding, studies well, is smart, and plays basketball very well.

He was like God's favorite, and he couldn't find a single blemish in his body.

So when she found out about his bad problems, she couldn't accept it all of a sudden.

And Lu Zhenming was only a sophomore at that time, and she had not yet entered the society, so she was even more incompetent.

After a long time, she said sneeringly: "But you are not a man." ”

At that time, Lu Zhenming said in a very disdainful tone: "Why am I not a man anymore?" I'm an adult. ”

"Did Jiang Fengxing take you badly?" Without waiting for Lu Zhenming to speak, she said to herself, "It must be so, this Jiang Xianxing, see the next time I see him, it's strange if I don't scold him well." ”

She saw Jiang Fengjiang after the separation, and as soon as she saw her, she scolded Jiang Fengxing, and Jiang Fengxing's face was inexplicable.

After a long time, Jiang Fengxing asked her what her nerves were that day.

She told the truth.

Jiang Fengxing laughed angrily: "I feel sad for Lu Zhenming to have such a stupid little plum like you, you don't use your brain to think about it, can I take Lu Zhenming badly?" ”

She was right when she thought about it, if Lu Zhenming was not interested in something, even if you put the knife on his neck, he would not take a second look.

But if he is interested in something, he can learn it several times faster than ordinary people.

She scolded Jiang Fengxing a little miserably that time, so when she apologized to Jiang Fengxing, Jiang Fengxing did not easily forgive her, but asked her to do him a favor.

In the end, she was pulled by Jiang Fengxing to block the peach blossoms.

***

"Shengsheng!" Song Zhiyue's voice sounded in her ears, almost breaking her eardrums.

Su Wansheng came back to her senses, looked at her blankly, and blinked.

Song Zhiyue asked her, "What are you thinking?" I called you several times and there was no response. ”

"Nothing." She glanced at her side, Lu Zhenming was no longer there, and only she and Song Zhiyue were left in the elevator.

"Don't look at it, people are gone early." Song Zhiyue took her and walked out of the elevator, "You don't get distracted every time you stay with him, do you?" ”

The two of them stood together just now, but they didn't say a word, and she was anxious for the two of them.

She was curious, how did the two of them get along?

Su Wansheng pulled the corners of her lips, revealing a slight arc: "I just remembered some things from the past." ”

Song Zhiyue asked, "You are with him?" ”

She nodded "um", and as soon as she looked up, she saw Lu Zhenming in the rest area.

Lu Zhenming sat on the leather sofa, pressing the lighter in his right hand for a while, and the flames went out and burned, burned and extinguished, as if he was waiting for someone.

Song Zhiyue also saw him, the pace of the two slowed down, and Song Zhiyue asked suspiciously, "He won't be waiting for you, right?" ”

"Probably not." As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Zhenming seemed to sense something and looked up at them.

Su Wansheng acted like a thief, immediately lowered his head, and walked towards the door of the hotel with Song Zhiyue in his arms.

Song Zhiyue whispered: "How do I feel that every time you see him, it's like a mouse seeing a cat." ”

Su Wansheng was silent, and after leaving the hotel, the two went to the hot spring.

Song Zhiyue turned around inadvertently and saw Lu Zhenming and the three of them who were not far behind her, and she said to Su Wansheng: "Fortunately, you didn't make yourself sentimental just now. ”

She suddenly came out with such a sentence, and Su Wansheng's face was inexplicable: "What do you mean?" ”