This star’s style is wrong

When the recording of the program ended, it was almost early morning.

Fang Xing returned to the studio to search and saw Lu Xiang'er still there.

When their eyes met, Fang Xing saw light in her eyes.

Lu Xiang'er was so happy that she wanted to wave hello, but she held back.

Fang Xing ran over, took her hand and ran.

"Xiaoyun..."

Lu Xiang'er looked back at Ning Xiaoyun, a little hesitant.

Ning Xiaoyun waved her hands and said, "What do you want me to do? Just do whatever you have to do. I'll go back to the hotel by myself."

Fang Xing pulled Lu Xiang'er and ran out of the Xiangjiang TV building, running all the way to Lanshan Park and stopping only after reaching the dolphin sculpture.

The cool night breeze ruffles the flowers, plants and trees in the park.

Lanshan Park was very quiet in the early morning. Only one or two couples sat cuddling together on the grass in the distance.

Lu Xiang'er nervously pulled her hand back and hid it behind her back.

Fang Xing gasped and asked, "Why did you come to Xiangjiang?"

Lu Xiang'er had already thought of her words, and she just said it at this moment: "Well... Ning Xiaoyun and I came over to play and watch the recording of the show."

"Really?" Fang Xing suppressed a smile.

"Really!" Lu Xiang'er nodded vigorously, as if as long as he nodded hard enough, it would be true.

After finishing speaking, she quickly asked, "Then who are you singing "Confession Balloon" for tonight?"

Fang Xing grinned and said, "Of course it's for competition."

Lu Xiang'er was a little disappointed with this answer and responded: "Oh..."

Fortunately, at least I'm not singing it to anyone else.

Fang Xing saw her disappointed look and added, "I'll sing it to you by the way."

Lu Xiang'er blinked twice and could no longer hide the smile on her lips, but she still forced a straight face and said, "Just by the way?"

"Yes, you're all here to watch the show. Of course I'm here to sing a song for you." Fang Xing answered matter-of-factly.

"I...I..." Lu Xiang'er wanted to explain, but the words came to her lips and she couldn't.

"What are you doing?" Fang Xing pushed her against the dolphin statue and stared down at her expression.

The roots of Lu Xiang'er's ears were a little red, and she was so nervous that she bumped around. She looked as pretty as a rose.

The closer Fang Xing got, the shorter her neck became.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Xiang'er felt awkward being stared at.

"look at you."

Fang Xing smiled, then held her face in his hands.

Lu Xiang'er realized something and quickly shook his head: "No..."

"I've kissed you twice, so I won't be too messy this time, okay?" Fang Xing pretended to be serious.

"But you haven't expressed it formally." Lu Xiang'er pursed her lips and her ears became increasingly red.

"I said it before," Fang Xing corrected.

"When?" Lu Xiang'er frowned and thought back, but she didn't expect when she said it.

"On the stage." Fang Xing replied seriously.

Lu Xiang'er twisted her body and shook her head with a straight face: "That doesn't count."

Fang Xing held her face and said in a formal tone: "Holding hands doesn't count as a promise, so let's use this as a promise, okay?"

After saying that, Fang Xing leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips.

Lu Xiang'er felt very sweet, but still struggled a few times instinctively, but was held by two big hands and could not run away.

After a few kisses, Lu Xiang'er's ears became increasingly red, her body was still a little hot, and her whole body felt soft.

Fang Xing pulled her to sit on the grass and let her rest on his shoulder.

Lu Xiang'er looked at the stars in the sky, blinked her eyes, and thought about the past few days. She felt that the changes were so magical.

She suddenly thought of something, frowned and asked: "Wait a minute, you said a few days ago that you were tired and looked like you were going to stop interacting with each other, but today you said that "Confession Balloon" was sung to me. , there is a problem here.”

Fang Xing shook his head and smiled, stretched out his hand to poke her forehead, and said, "She's still as stupid as ever."

Lu Xiang'er finally came to her senses: "Oh, it turns out you said those words a few days ago on purpose. It was too much!"

Fang Xing took a deep breath and said, "It's right to say it was intentional, but it's not entirely a lie. I practiced singing for two consecutive weeks and my heart was very tired, so I was really tired that day.

"When I flew to the East China Sea that day, I sent you flight information. I wanted to see you when I got home, but you didn't show up..."

Lu Xiang'er felt the heaviness in Fang Xing's tone, and felt a little guilty, and explained: "Actually... I actually hid in the distance to watch you that day. However, the last time we met, you bullied me again, and I was still a little angry. , I didn’t come out on purpose.”

"Really?" Fang Xing looked at her with a smile.

"real."

Lu Xiang'er nodded seriously and quickly remembered what she wanted to ask just now: "Wait a minute, don't change the subject. What you said that day were just to make me angry, right?"

Fang Xing admitted: "Yes, otherwise you would be stupid all day long, when would you be willing to say yes?"

Lu Xiang'er shook her head like a rattle again: "It's still wrong. You didn't know that I would be here to watch your game today. If I hadn't come, who would you have originally planned to sing this song to?"

Fang Xing reached out and poked her forehead and said, "Of course I'll wait until it's broadcast, and I'll ask you to listen to it together. You can't even think clearly about such a simple thing."

Lu Xiang'er frowned and thought for a moment, and found that it was indeed reasonable. Then she said with satisfaction: "That's pretty much it."

"Since it's almost done, let's kiss again."

"don't want!"

The two were playing around and cuddling together.

…

After returning to Donghai, from that day on, Lu Xiang'er was giggling all day long in school.

Every time Ning Xiaoyun saw it, she couldn't help but shake her head: "It's hopeless."

Tuesday afternoon, after the bell rang.

Ning Xiaoyun stretched out her hand to push Lu Xiang'er and said, "Stop giggling, get out of class is over. Let's go practice the piano."

Lu Xiang'er shook his head and said, "I have something to do tonight, so I won't practice the piano tonight."

"Something's wrong? What's the matter? It's not a date, right?" Ning Xiaoyun looked like her gossip soul had awakened.

"No, don't talk nonsense. I just have something to do, so you can practice the piano by yourself." Lu Xiang'er began to pack her schoolbag.

Ning Xiaoyun put on a dissatisfied expression and said, "We have agreed to be single until we grow old together. Whoever gets out of singles first will be the dog."

"What! You are already a big boy and you have to learn to practice the piano by yourself."

Lu Xiang'er coaxed her child for a while, then put her bag on her back and walked away briskly.

Ning Xiaoyun looked at Lu Xiang'er's back and shook her head helplessly: "It was still taken away after all."

…

After Lu Xiang'er ran out of Dongyin School, she went to the supermarket and bought some fruits, yogurt and salad dressing.

I returned to Tianlan Wenyuan at six o'clock in the afternoon, but instead of going home, I walked around on the gravel road and ran into the sixth building.

at this time.

Fang Xing was preparing to cook at home. Mushroom and chicken soup was already simmering on the stove, and he was preparing to make sweet and sour pork loin.

While cooking, the door was left open.

After Lu Xiang'er entered the door, she closed the door, put on her slippers, put the fruit on the dining table, and said, "I'm going to make a fruit salad. Do you want yogurt flavor? Or use salad dressing?"

Fang Xing looked back at her and complained: "You can cook whatever you promised you could, but you end up cooking fruits?"

Lu Xiang'er spread her hands and said, "What should I do? I've only made fruit salad."

"Okay, okay, then you can do it. I didn't expect you." Fang Xing smiled and shook his head, as he had expected it.

"Hey! What's the matter with your tone? Just because I haven't done it, it doesn't mean I can't do it. Maybe I can do it well once I learn it." Lu Xiang'er was a little unconvinced.

"You also said 'maybe'." Fang Xing began to marinate the tenderloin, add water and flour, and then mix some tomato sauce.

Lu Xiang'er curled her lips, ignored Fang Xing, and cut the fruits seriously: "Hami melon, watermelon, some bananas, and an apple, then pour in the yogurt and stir it..."

After mixing, she raised her head and said happily: "I'm done."

"That's awesome." Fang Xing praised with a half-smile.

"Huh? Why does your tone sound like there's something in it?" Lu Xiang'er walked to the kitchen, looking like a supervisor.

"No, no, I'm complimenting you." Fang Xing shook his head seriously.

"That's not bad, do you want to help? At least, my knife skills are good." Lu Xiang'er began to think of ways to praise herself.

"But I don't have a place to show off your knife skills. It's a pity."

Fang Xing said, picked up the soup spoon, opened the lid of the soup pot, scooped out half a spoonful of soup, handed it to Lu Xiang'er, and said, "How about you try the taste and see if it tastes good enough."

Lu Xiang'er pouted, blew on the spoon, and then asked: "Do you mind if I taste it on the spoon like this? Will this spoon be used to ladle soup later?"

"It's okay, just try it." Fang Xing urged.

Lu Xiang'er tasted it, nodded and said, "It's just right, it's very fragrant."

Fang Xing took back the spoon, took it to the faucet and rinsed it, and said, "You can wash it after you taste it. What a big deal."

Lu Xiang'er's eyes widened: "Huh? You've gone too far!"

Fang Xing looked at her while holding back a smile: "I've already kissed you, do you still care about this?"

Lu Xiang'er stretched out her hand and punched Fang Xing twice on the back, and hummed, "Then you still wash it."

"Just kidding."

Fang Xing held a spoon in one hand and gently hugged her with the other, wanting to kiss her.

Lu Xiang'er hid here and there, but refused to submit.

Fang Xing hugged her tighter, gave her a "pop" on the face, pointed to the dining table and said, "Clear the table, we can eat soon."

Lu Xiang'er looked back and found that the fruit peels and plastic bags left over from the fruit she had just cut were still piled on the dining table. She hurried back to clear the table.

After Fang Xing cooked the sweet and sour pork loin, he cooked some lettuce with mushroom and chicken soup, and then served the three dishes.

Together with Lu Xiang'er's fruit yogurt salad, dinner is ready.

Fang Xing took out the bowl and chopsticks, served her a bowl of soup first, and said, "Try it first. I haven't cooked for a long time."

Lu Xiang'er took a sip of the soup, and her eyes gleamed.

Although she had tasted it when she tasted it just now, now that she was officially drinking the soup, it felt even more delicious.

She tasted another slice of sweet and sour pork, which was sour and sweet, especially to her taste.

"You are so good at cooking. This is too much. Who did you learn this from?" Lu Xiang'er's eyes were full of stars, as if she had discovered a new world.

Fang Xing smiled proudly and said, "It's okay, just do whatever you want."

Lu Xiang'er hurriedly pushed the fruit salad in front of Fang Xing and said, "Then you should try what I made."

Fang Xing picked up a piece of fruit, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, nodded and said, "Yeah, it's delicious."

Lu Xiang'er pursed her lips and asked with a smile: "Really?"

"Um!"

Fang Xing nodded again: "It's very sweet. It tastes like cantaloupe. It's very authentic."

"Um?"

Lu Xiang'er frowned, feeling like there was something wrong with what he said.