To The Lovely You

   On Sunday evening, Su Rourou was carrying the large and small bags her mother had stuffed into her, ready to leave for school.

   Before leaving, Lin Shu and Su Changqing both looked at Su Rourou reluctantly: "Next week, go home and live on the weekend!"

   There is another sentence, they didn't say it: Without you, the home is really deserted...

  The time parents can spend with their children in their entire lives is just over a dozen years. When the children go to college, get married and have children, there will be only two old people guarding the empty big house, looking at the photos of the children when they are young and recalling the nostalgic time.

   Therefore, if you can let your daughter stay by your side for one more day, count it as one day!

  Su Rourou nodded gently: "Well, alright."

   In fact, she is also homesick and misses her parents...

   opened the door, only to find that Luo Yichen's black BMW had been parked in front of her house.

  Luo Yichen was leaning against the door of the car with his hands in his trouser pockets, waiting for her.

   Just after his seventeenth birthday, he looks more and more handsome and charming, and his overall appearance and temperament have risen to a new height.

  Su Rourou secretly glanced at him and kept thinking in her heart: How could he be so good-looking that she couldn't get tired of it no matter how she looked at him?

   Could this be the legend that Xi Shi is in the eyes of the beholder? Obviously this same face, she has seen it since she was a child!

   found that she had been peeking at him blushing, Luo Yichen chuckled in a good mood, stood up and took the large and small bags in her hands and threw them into the trunk.

   Then, he walked around to the car door and opened it for her in a gentlemanly manner: "Idiot, get in the car."

   Looking at the gentle smile on his face, Su Rourou's mood is like a flower in bud, blooming little by little in the sun.

   So far, she is quite satisfied with his performance, if he can stop calling her "idiot", then she will be even more satisfied.

   Just when she was thinking about it, she heard Luo Yichen's voice ringing in her ear: "Idiot, what are you doing, hurry up and get in the car."

   After he finished speaking, he moved his head closer to her and tempted with a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Are you waiting for me to carry you up?"

  Su Rourou looked at her parents, who had been standing at the door, with a little uneasiness, and pinched Luo Yichen's arm coquettishly: "Be serious, my parents are watching!"

   As she said that, she got into the car and secretly observed the expressions on her parents' faces from the rearview mirror with a blushing face.

   Well, it seems that they all look relieved, as if the merchants sold the boxed goods at a discount, and after that, the words "please pack, please take away" are written on their faces.

  Three black lines appeared on Su Rourou's forehead: Sure enough, she shouldn't have too many fantasies about her own father and mother...

   "Godfather and godmother, don't worry! I will take good care of Rourou." Luo Yichen showed a clear smile, waved at Lin Shu and Su Changqing, and then sat down tightly against Su Rourou.

   He was so close to her, so close that she could smell the good smell of mint on him, so close that she could see every eyelash of his.

  The driver started the car slowly, and the surrounding scenery gradually receded, passing quickly through the window.

  Unconsciously, Su Rourou felt a pair of hands around her waist bit by bit, enclosing her whole body.

   "Idiot, why are you so far away from me?" Luo Yichen's faint breath brushed past her ears, causing her ears to heat up all of a sudden.

   Then, his hands naturally wrapped around her shoulders and pressed her thin body into his arms.

  Su Rou Rou is like a docile cat, lying lazily in his arms, resting her head gently on his chest...

  Luo Yichen raised her hand and stroked her soft hair one after another, her eyes extremely gentle.

  The driver drove the car silently, silently peeking at the sweet embrace from the rearview mirror, silently thinking in his heart: Do you all think I don't exist? Can you not show your affection and show off like no one else? Can you let him concentrate on driving?

   If you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it anymore. He pressed the button on the car, and a flap slowly and slowly descended, separating the rear half of the car from the front half.

  Although some vague voices can still be heard, but... it is still much better than watching dog food helplessly.