Lu Qinghuan was slightly stunned, seeing the man stand up, she subconsciously wanted to follow along, and finally stay again.

He didn't mean to get her up, his big palm landed on the top of her head, patted her hair gently, and gave her a condescending look.

Lu Qinghuan didn't understand it for the first time, until the man opened the drawer of the bedside table.

"When you usually eat sugar, do you like strawberry flavor, or sweet orange?"

She was stunned for a full second, and then her cheeks became hot in hindsight, and she quietly glanced at the bulging place where he was bulging, and whispered, "Are there any grapes?" ”

She was greeted with a chuckle.

……

When Lu Qinghuan went downstairs the next morning, Meng Yanchen was still waiting in the hall, but his face was very ugly, his left hand was wrapped in gauze, and it was faintly stained with blood.

Seeing her come out of the elevator, raised her eyes, and was still sitting on the sofa, with no intention of moving, Lu Qinghuan bit her lip and walked in his direction.

"Brother Yanchen."

In the past, when Meng Yanchen was injured, Lu Qinghuan had to make a fuss, ask questions, and shed a few tears in distress, but at this time, she only called someone, and she was speechless.

Without him, only the mouth is sour.

The man was really not human, he said that her skills were not good, and then he said that he would help her practice, and almost made her wear out her mouth in one night.

At this moment, Lu Qinghuan even moved his mouth, he felt a sour pain, and he didn't want to say a word.

Meng Yanchen was silent for a while, raised his injured hand, and pushed a cup of soy milk in front of her.

"Mr. Li, you've got it?"

The milky liquid was packed in a glass, and it was difficult to make Lu Qinghuan have an appetite at this time.

But she still sat opposite Meng Yanchen, obediently held the cup with her hand, and shook her head.

"Mr. Li is not in the room."

Meng Yanchen paused, looked at her unconvinced, and frowned again: "Then why didn't you come down last night?" ”

Lu Qinghuan lowered his eyes, didn't look at his obvious gaffe expression, and said softly: "I thought he would arrive later, so I kept waiting, and I accidentally fell asleep while waiting, and then it was dawn." ”

She did not say a word about his existence as the man had taught.

Meng Yanchen's brows were tightened at first, but slowly, he couldn't help but feel a little happy, and even he didn't realize that he was quietly relieved when he heard Lu Qinghuan say this.

"In that case, then you can go back to school later, I have something to do, I'll leave first, be careful on your own road, and pay attention to safety."

Lu Qinghuan stopped him when he got up: "Brother Yanchen." ”

Meng Yanchen paused, lowered his eyes and looked at her lightly: "Anything else?" ”

Lu Qinghuan bit his lip and asked, "What did you say about my mother before......

Meng Yanchen looked away from her and began to walk out again:

"As long as you are obedient, I will naturally tell you later."

Lu Qinghuan's expression froze, and a sneer crossed her heart, it was like this again, from childhood to adulthood, it was like this, but whenever she had the slightest intention of resisting, the Meng family would talk about her mother, and finally give her an empty joy.

Only this time, she didn't want to believe it anymore.

The long eyelashes hang down quietly, covering the bottom of the eyes, a cool color.

About fifteen minutes after Meng Yanchen left, the elevator opened again, and Lu Qinghuan looked over and saw the man coming out of it.

At this time, he had already regained his clothes, and when he saw her sitting alone, he walked to her side: "It's not that you eat less, why do you order so much breakfast?" ”

Lu Qinghuan didn't move a mouthful, only pretended to sip the cup of soy milk and pushed it to him.

"I didn't order it, my brother ordered it."

After a pause, he looked at the person obediently again, and said softly, "I don't know your name yet." ”

When she went out in the morning, she applied cherry blossom-colored lip gloss, and at this time there was an ambiguous lip print on the cup, and the man not only did not avoid it, but raised his glass to drink the soy milk with the lip print.

"Didn't you say that I would tell you next time we met?"