To The Lovely You

   Su Rourou's heart ached, but she tried her best to make the expression on her face seem calm.

  Luo Yichen parked the black BMW behind him, and the driver in black uniform opened the door for him: "Master, you got up late today, you better take the car! Otherwise, you will be late."

  If it was normal, Su Rourou would definitely rush up, brazenly flirt with cuteness, and ask him to take her for a ride.

   But today, she just took a bite of the toast in her mouth, lowered her head and walked forward silently.

   When passing by Luo Yichen's side, her footsteps slowed down unconsciously.

   She didn't know why her feet kept slowing down, as if she was expecting something.

   However, she did not hear the expected sound, only the moment when the door was closed, there was a "bang" sound. Then, there was the sound of the car starting.

  Su Rourou clenched her teeth secretly, quickened her pace and walked forward.

   After walking a few steps, she saw a familiar figure beside a telephone pole not far away, waving at her.

   "Ke Shaoze?" She widened her eyes in surprise.

   In addition to being surprised, Su Rourou wanted to ask something, but Ke Shaoze said quickly: "Brother Rou, come up quickly! You're going to be late!"

   "Oh, good!" Su Rou jumped into the back seat of the car in a hurry and couldn't care less.

   She just sat firmly when Ke Shaoze stepped on his bicycle and drove forward.

  Su Rourou asked while eating breakfast, "Why are you here today...?"

   Ke Shaoze's voice came from the wind: "Because I don't trust you! That golden retriever... Maybe it will come to trouble you again."

   "That's it..." Su Rourou whispered, "Thank you."

  The two of them were talking like this, and sure enough, at the intersection not far ahead, they saw the golden retriever man and a group of his little followers, who were sneaking into their heads.

   The moment they saw Ke Shaoze, they were like little ghosts seeing the King of Hell, and they disappeared without a trace like the wind.

  Ke Shaoze paused, thought for a long time, and then said, "Brother Rou... I think you need someone to **** you whether you go to school or leave school in the future. Why don't... let me protect you!"

   When he said this, his face and ears turned red. In fact, it's all just an excuse...

  Su Rou Rou almost choked her throat with a mouthful of toast, her eyes unconsciously following the black BMW in the distance.

   Seeing that Su Rourou didn't respond for a long time, he said a little embarrassedly, "Actually, I'm just worried about you...no other meaning."

   "Cough, cough, I know, thank you." Su Rou Rou covered her throat and coughed violently, finally swallowing the piece of toast stuck in her throat. But the position of the chest is still very blocked...

   Ke Shaoze's brows furrowed slightly. This is the first time she said "thank you" to him today? Why did her "thank you" sound so unpleasant to him?

  Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his eyes slightly, and Su Rou Rou behind him said, "Brother Rou, can you not say 'thank you' to me in the future?"

  Su Rourou patted her stuffy chest and asked in confusion, "Why?"

   Saying thank you, isn't it the most basic courtesy?

   But she didn't know Ke Shaoze's inner thoughts: when someone said thank you to him, that was the most basic courtesy; however, she was different - she was not someone else...

   "Anyway, I don't like you saying thank you because..." His voice sounded a little muffled.

  Su Rourou immediately patted her head: "I see, because we are 'good brothers'! You don't need to be so polite!"

   "Hmm..." Ke Shaoze twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a wry smile.

   "Master, what are you looking at?" the driver asked while driving.

   All the way, Luo Yichen maintained a posture, resting his chin in one hand, frowning and looking at the rearview mirror.

   In the rearview mirror, Ke Shaoze was riding a bicycle, running fast on the road. Behind him, there is a thin figure looming.

   He could only see half the back of her head, and the skirt of her uniform flying in the wind.

   Thin lips pursed down slightly: It seems that last night, I thought about a punishment plan for the night, and I can start implementing it-because, she really wants to drive him crazy!