Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Seeing this sentence, the tea pours the expression faintly.

She actually expected Nan Jiateng to say something different.

Seeing such a straightforward remark, she always felt a little anxious in her heart, always wanting to see Nan Jiateng's different side, not the same look all day long.

Although Cha Qingluo thought this way in her heart, she still issued one in a regular manner, "Okay."

Soon, Cha Qingluo's cell phone made a message, and at first glance Nan Jiateng told her to go downstairs.

Cha Qingluo has been prepared for a long time. He carried his schoolbag and went downstairs.

When we got downstairs, there were many girls discussing.

"Really Nan Jiateng, President Nan!"

"I don't know what he is here for?"

"Isn't it related to Cha Qingluo? It used to be that Cha Qingluo had been stalking President Nan."

"Isn't President Nan really taken down by Cha Qingluo? Cha Qingluo seems to be fighting, and looks pretty ordinary. President Nan would like Cha Qingluo?"

"Who knows, no, just wait downstairs, or who is waiting."

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Cha Qingluo listened to these words, her expression was indifferent, and she walked out calmly.

What others say has anything to do with her, she is her own way.

For her, the most important thing is the relatives and friends around her, and the strangers discussing what has no influence on her.

When Nan Jiateng saw the tea pouring, a light flashed in his eyes, "down."

"Well, are we going now?"

"Well, we take the car first, then go to the foot of the mountain, and then climb the mountain."

Nan Jiateng said that she was wearing sneakers, so that climbing the mountain should not be tiring.

Nan Jiateng was about to take Cha Qingluo away. He suddenly saw the big schoolbag that Cha Qingluo was carrying. "Give me the schoolbag!"

Nan Jiateng was very considerate and did not ask what Cha Qingluo brought, just thinking about helping her carry it.

At this moment, Cha Qingluo touched.

She was always used to carrying heavyweights on her own. This was the first time she felt treated like a girl.

"No...no, it's not heavy, I can move my back."

Nan Jiateng didn't give Cha Qingluo the time to refuse, he reached out and gently took the schoolbag from the back of Cha Qingluo, and then carried it on his back. "Go, the car is at the door."

Cha Qingluo watched Nan Jiateng carrying her orange schoolbag, and a hint of sweetness appeared in her heart.

Even if the heart is strong, and the female man, I hope to be treated as a little girl.

Cha Qingluo was happy, and her steps were brisk.

She found that although Nan Jiateng didn't talk much, she was actually very careful.

For example, yesterday, she did not eat at noon, he would know.

Today, she was carrying her schoolbag, and he also helped her.

The longer she spends time with Nan Jiateng, the more she will find his charm, really considerate and attentive.

She has always felt that boys are careless.

By the door of the school, more than a dozen people had been waiting there, mostly boys, and two or three girls.

When the two or three girls saw Cha Qingluo, their eyes were not very friendly.

But the boys whistle, "Oh, Nan Ge brought the tea girl. I heard that the poster tea girl has contributed, and the poster is really good."

Cha Qingluo was a little embarrassed. She always felt that she came with Nan Jiateng as if she were Nan Jiateng's girlfriend. Her tea Qingluo represented Nan Jiateng.

"That, everyone is too praised, there are bad places in painting, a lot of advice."

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