The next day.

School.

Meng Yao packed up her things and left the classroom.

The moment she stepped out of the classroom door, she suddenly felt a very strong gaze staring at her.

Meng Yao immediately turned her head, and then, she saw that not far away, Song Xiaoyan was sitting in the shadow of the corner, staring at her viciously.

Yes, the eyes are vicious!

That gaze was as sharp as an awl, as if he wanted to poke Meng Yao directly through a hole!

Like a highly venomous cold snake, staring at her tightly in the dark, it could pounce on her at any moment, wrap its cold and slippery body around her, and bite her with its fangs!

How much hatred does it take to have such a gaze?!

Meng Yao felt a slight chill in her heart.

And maybe it was Song Xiaoyan who found Meng Yao looking at her, her face returned to normal, lowered her head, and began to pack up her books.

It was as if that vicious gaze just now was just Meng Yao's illusion.

Meng Yao looked at Song Xiaoyan for a few more seconds, and there was nothing else unusual.

She exhaled and told herself that maybe she had really misread it just now.

Unless Song Xiaoyan knew that she was the one who printed the photo, but it was Li Wenwen who quarreled with her and broke her evil deeds. And it was she who wanted to frame herself first.

But despite this, Meng Yao was still faintly uneasy in her heart.

On the way back, she passed by a fruit shop, thought of one thing, and bought a few catties of fresh lychees that had just been put on the market.

Take the elevator and go straight to the eighth floor.

Meng Yao rang the doorbell.

Immediately, the door opened.

"Something?" He Zheng's sparse and cold eyebrows and eyes were covered in the shadows, looking a little ascetic and sexy.

Meng Yao raised the lychee in his hand, raised the corner of his lips and said, "Thank you for yesterday's incident, I bought some lychees for you, a little heart, don't dislike it." ”

He Zheng stared at her without saying a word, and for a moment, he suddenly smiled and said, "It's okay, it's a little thing, just forget about lychee." ”

With this smile, the cold eyes were unexpectedly dyed with tenderness.

Meng Yao's heartbeat was half a beat faster, and she asked, "Don't you like to eat lychees?" ”

Before He Zheng could answer, Meng Yao said again: "Lychee is very nutritious, it nourishes the brain and fitness, appetizes and benefits the spleen, and can also aphrodisiac and nourish the kidneys." ”

Speaking of this, Meng Yao coughed as if he had just reacted, and said, "You may not need the last four words." ”

"......" He Zheng hooked his lips and reached out to take the lychee, "You know a lot." ”

Meng Yao said embarrassedly: "Hehe, what looks like it in the encyclopedia, in fact, I just said it nonsense...... I'm leaving. ”

Looking at her back and going downstairs, He Zheng carried the lychee into the house.

Looking at the bright red and delicate lychees, a smile crossed his deep black eyes, and he went to the kitchen to take out a delicate porcelain plate, peeled off two lychees, and put them on the plate.

Afterwards, the man took out his phone and took a picture.

As soon as Meng Yao got home, he saw Meng Haochen pick up his mobile phone and take a look, and immediately showed a look of shock and ecstasy, as if he had won a five-million jackpot.

A Weibo account called "True Eye" on his mobile phone has millions of followers, but there are only a few Weibo posts in total, and each one has countless comments and retweets.

The most recent one was half a year ago, and it was still a preview of the release of a new book.

But a few seconds ago, a new Weibo suddenly appeared.

There is a picture on Weibo of two lychees in a fine porcelain dish, the shells of which have been peeled off, revealing the white, tender and sparkling flesh inside.

The picture is accompanied by only two words: "Very sweet." ”