How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

It was originally prepared to pull Lu Jiaheng out to play. As a result, he said that Cheng Yi's event was canceled immediately, all the gangs drove away, and finally chose his own seafood restaurant.

Jinguangcancan, brilliant gold, is the kind that is suitable for the Austrian royal family.

When Lu Jiaheng and Chuchi arrived, the door of the box was not closed. When they walked down the corridor, they could hear the ping-pong inside, accompanied by roaring after another.

The two of them walked over, and the waiter pushed the door of the box hidden. The moment Lu Jiaheng came in, the whole room became quiet.

In a big private room, Cheng Yi sat on one side, and Lin Boyang sat on the other side. Apart from the two of them, there was no third person in the room.

At this time, the two men were glaring at each other with a pair of chopsticks across the large table. The fragrance of the food was scattered, the atmosphere was tense, and the battle seemed to be triggered.

Chuichi didn't know why there were obviously only two people. This meal seemed to have made them eat a little bit of food.

She stood a little behind and showed her head: "Long time no see?"

Cheng Yi stood up in an instant, and the greasy expression on his face turned into a radiant enthusiasm. It seemed that he would immediately rush to hug the first gardener and jump a waltz. He smiled: "I haven't seen you for a long time. Your son has been together for a hundred years."

Chuichi: "..."

Lin Baiyang sneered, put down his chopsticks, and squeezed a crab. With a squeak, the crab pliers were cut off by him neatly: "Fool."

Cheng Yi didn't know why he was in a good mood, and he didn't want to follow his general knowledge. He looked at Chu Garden with a smile: "Does the school girl like seafood?"

Hatsuri didn't pick too much food. She ate almost everything except a few vegetables. She grew up in the south and grew up by the sea, so she still likes seafood.

Cheng Yi's family also happens to be a caterer. The two of them had a good chat. The main reason is that Cheng Yi said that he was responsible for listening and eating, and gave him support.

Cheng Yi rolled out of a sand pit with Lu Jiaheng from a young age. Of course he felt that my wife, who he said earlier, was bragging, and now the reaction of two people is more certain, so there is no nonsense. Try hard to design for Lu Jiaheng.

——"A Heng in our family also likes to eat seafood! When I was young, I often ran to our hotel to eat and drink."

——"Lu Jiaheng eats crabs like a **** mother. He can peel the legs like a machine. He once ate a table of crabs on his own, and later became hospitalized with an upset stomach."

——“Don’t look at what he looks like now. When he was a kid, he was a lively and lovable teenager. From the lobby to the chef, no young lady disliked him.”

At first, he heard it with great interest, and agreed: "He doesn't have a young lady who doesn't like him now."

Cheng Yi said meaningfully: "Miss Sister is useless, he does not like Miss Sister."

Lu Jiaheng glanced at him coldly with his eyes hanging.

Hatsuri widened his eyes.

Lu Jiaheng now has a little understanding of her brain circuit. He is very calm and naturally put the half-peeled crab on her plate, casually saying: "I don't like little brother."

Hakuchi licked his lips, his expression looked quite regretful: "Oh..."

The weather is getting colder, and on the first night of December, the first snow fell this winter.

It is said that the southerners basically have not seen the snow that has not fallen to the ground. When they see the snow, they will be excited to scream. The biggest hope in winter is to get out of the snow, let people walk in the snow, and step on the shoes to crunch. Species.

Lin Tong was no exception. She woke up early in the morning and rushed out of the bedroom, vowing to have a romantic encounter with her first spring in the snow. The result was that within ten minutes of going out, the tip of her nose froze and she was red. .

Hatsuri sat cross-legged in a chair, holding the script in her hand. She was still deeply involved in the role-playing of her boss lady, using an aria-like tone: "Oh, Hitomi! It's cold outside!"

Lin Tong rubbed his hands and looked at her script, just looking at two lines of words, his eyes widened: "What is this?"

"The drama club script." Chuichi said honestly.

"I know it's a script, but--" Lin Tong pointed to the words above, "You have to fall in his arms? What kind of thing is this? Knight?"

"No, I fell on the bed and he picked me up." Chuichi carefully corrected her.

Lin Tongxue vomited out: "You have to fall into bed?"

Hatsui patiently told her: "Yes, because I want to seduce the knight, but it is not that kind of seduce, it is very pure, very literary seduce."

Lin Tong was quiet for a moment: "Who plays the knight?"

Chuichi: "Ah?"

"Knight, who plays."

"A senior," Chuchi thought for a while, and said, "But younger than me, he went to college when he was fifteen."

Gu Han, who had been applying nail polish over there, wowed excitedly: "Genius boy! I think this person likes me."

Lin Tong slammed her abruptly, and the big red nail polish poked out of the nail cover, Gu Han screamed and quickly changed his mouth: "This person is too bad!"

Chuichi: "..."

The celebration is Friday, just after the end of the afternoon, the weekend is closed. The first week of worship is like being really possessed by the boss lady, and the words are in aria.

Gu Han also wanted to paint her a red nail polish with interest, saying that this would make her more like a boss lady.

A few people went to class. Gu Han came with nail polish and took Chuji to the corner of the last row of the classroom. He turned out a bottle of red and a bottle of royal blue: "Which one do you like?"

Xue Niannan's squad leader usually sits in the first row. At this time, there are only three of them. Lin Tong is sitting at the outermost position. She has been playing with her mobile phone since she was in the bedroom.

Chuichi thought about it: "Does red look more like a lady boss?"

"Mahjong Hall Lady?" Gu Han said as he pulled out the red bottle and unscrewed it.

The smell of the nail polish was a bit pungent, but fortunately, they sat in the last row, and could not reach the teacher in front. Chuichi flipped out the script and continued to recite the line. Gu Han pulled her hand to her.

The nail polish was cool. As soon as he touched his nails, Hachiri couldn't help but shrink his hands: "Oh, cool."

"Don't move, it won't look good if painted."

"It's so cold."

"How do I draw a flower for you? I paint very well."

The two men buried their heads and studied there intently. After painting one hand, Chuchi took it away carefully, and looked down at Gu Han to paint the other, and the painted hand retracted. Fan by the side.

Without a double blow, her wrist was suddenly caught.

The first gardener was taken aback. The first reaction was that the teacher was here. The conditioned reflex shrank and raised his head and turned his head.

Lu Jiaheng didn't know when to sit in the empty place next to her, clasped her wrist with one hand, and leaned sideways.

He didn't know when he slipped in. Chuichi and Gu Han were too involved in playing. He didn't find anyone sitting next to him. Chuichi looked surprised: "Senior?"

Lu Jiaheng raised his eyes.

He was gripped by Wuji's wrist, and the red nail polish on his hand was not dry. The big red took advantage of the pale skin on her hand, but it looked like it was raised slightly in the classroom.

Chuchi just wanted to ask how you were here, and the voice of the teacher in the elective course in front of him smiled: "That female student, just you."

For a time, all the eyes in the whole classroom looked towards their first direction.

Lu Jiaheng lightning loosened his hand in general, the person retracted to the wall and sat against the wall, his head clung to the table, hidden behind the front row of people, and began to install a transparent person.

At first, he turned his head in a daze, but nothing happened.

The professor in the elective course continued to smile: "Oh, I haven't seen such a classmate who raised his hand to answer questions for a long time, so happy."

Chuichi was still outside the state, stood up dumbly, and said tentatively: "Choose...Choose?"

There was a low laugh in the classroom.

At first he was at a loss.

The professor apparently did not expect it, and coughed twice: "Student, this is a short answer question."

She "ah", blushing, lowered her head and apologized.

"Sit down, sit in the last row and listen carefully."

At the beginning, Gardenia sat down with red ears, bowed slightly, and turned his head around, looking angrily at Jiaheng.

This man is still laughing.

The little girl was thin-skinned, and she had never had such a thing in her class since she was a child. She suddenly felt that this was a great embarrassment. The whole person was so popular that she dared to speak loudly and stared at him with big eyes Low pressed: "What are you doing!"

Lu Jiaheng licked his lips and smiled, his expression looked quite innocent, and also lowered his voice: "Your nail polish just nearly rubbed on my face."

At first glance at the nail polish that hadn't been completely dried on his hand, he suddenly realized that the little temper that came out of embarrassment came and went quickly and quickly disappeared.

She was still blushing and her mouth was flat. "Then you don't have to hold my hand so high...so shameful."

Lu Jiaheng laughed softly, leaning lazily against the wall, his hand supporting his jaw, his head slightly on his side.

The thin lips lifted, and the black eyes were smiling, staring straight at her.

"Well, I was wrong, sorry." Lu Jiaheng apologized obediently.

When he spoke in his throat, his voice had a rusty texture, low and magnetic, and fell gently, like soft feathers.

It’s tickling.

At first, he shrunk his neck, raised his hand and pinched the earlobe, don't open his eyes: "No need to apologize..."

Lu Jiaheng looked at her small movements and raised her eyebrows.

The little girl's eyes dodge, her white and tender ears are also crimson, and her long, warped eyelashes are like two small brushes.

He looked away and nodded the script on her desk: "Are you from the drama club?"

Chuichi still hung his head, absent-mindedly "um".

"Are you a female shopkeeper?"

Chuichi raised his head and blinked: "Have you seen it?"

"Well, you just studied when painting a flower on your nails."

His long fingers tapped on the script in black and white, slowly and rhythmically.

After waiting a few seconds, he seemed to carelessly say: "Are you going to seduce a knight?"

His tone was plain.

The heating in the classroom is quite adequate, but I don’t know why, and Hakuchi suddenly felt a little cold.

She narrowed her neck and said weakly: "I don't know if it's seduce, that is, to make him like me."

Lu Jiaheng lightly said: "That's seduction."

"Ah, that's seduce," Chuichi obeyed.

He stopped talking again.

After a while, he chuckled softly: "Will you?"

"Ah?" Hatsumi blinked, "There are lines on the script..."

"Drama cannot only rely on lines, since expressions and actions are very important in dramas, it is certainly not enough to rely on lines."

Chuichi felt that what he said was justified, and was a bit distressed: "It really has to go to the seniors early to play."

Lu Jiaheng made a gesture with his hand, and pointed his finger at the script: "I can teach you."

At first he looked up in a daze, "Ah?"

Lu Jiaheng glanced at her with a condensed eye, her eyes dim: "I can teach you how to seduce."

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