To The Lovely You

   Lan Xi'er, while the two of them were talking, secretly stretched out her hand and touched the edge of the candy little by little against the table.

   Ke Shaoze's eyes just swept to her, and his tone became cold in an instant, completely different from the tone he had spoken to Su Rourou before.

   "Hey, that's what I gave to Brother Rou, don't try to get your hands on it!" His eyes narrowed with a hint of warning.

   "If you don't eat, don't eat, what's so great!" Lan Xi'er pouted and gave him a big white eye.

   "Brother Rou, don't give this to others, especially her!" He pointed at Lan Xi'er, glared at her fiercely, and then turned away.

   As soon as he left, Lan Xi'er immediately stepped forward and pulled Su Rourou's arm: "Rourou, good things must be shared with good friends. I know you won't be so stingy, right?"

   Looking at her twinkling eyes with strange light, Su Rourou nodded her head awkwardly. She really didn't want to share this special thing with her... But she didn't want to be treated as a stingy person by her friends.

  Lan Xier saw her nodding, and immediately took out a candy and put it in her mouth.

   Then she peeled off another one very intimately and put it in Su Rou Rou's mouth.

  Su Rourou opened her mouth dazedly to catch it, and the good smell of milk spread in her mouth.

   For some reason, she felt that today's candy was not as sweet as before, and was slightly bitter. In my heart, I recalled what Ke Shaoze just said: We are good brothers!

   But, what she wants to do is not his good brother...

   She was feeling sad when the phone on the dinner table suddenly vibrated.

   The screen of the mobile phone lit up, and the name of Luo Yichen was displayed on it.

  Lan Xier's eyes swept over the three words inadvertently, and the movement of chewing the candy gradually slowed down.

   "Your Lord Bamboo Horse, I'm looking for you again!" She said with a smile, but the ridiculousness didn't reach her eyes. As she spoke, she stepped forward to grab Su Rourou's phone.

  Su Rourou reacted abruptly and took back the phone from her hand. She didn't know why she was so nervous. In fact, there was nothing shameful in her phone, just some messages like "Why haven't you come yet" and "I want to drink strawberry milk" sent to her by Luo Yichen.

   "He's looking for me, it must be bad!" Su Rourou clutched her phone and secretly opened it to take a look.

   Sure enough, it's not a good thing...

   "Starting tomorrow, you must eat with me at noon!"

  Su Rourou caressed her forehead helplessly: This guy, there have been more and more moths recently!

   So, doesn't she want to see him every morning, go to school, see him at lunch, and see him at night when she gets home!

  So, the final conclusion is: the only time you can't see him is when she closes her eyes and sleeps! OMG! Just thinking about it makes me sick.

   At this moment, Ke Shaoze returned to the pile of boys with a plate, and a group of boys immediately surrounded him and booed him.

   "Hey, Ke Shaoze, you can! I don't like An Yirou recently, so I like Su Rourou instead?" Best friend Hou Xiaofeng was the first to tease.

"Shut your stinky mouth!" Ke Shaoze put the plate on the table, dug a spoonful of white rice from Hou Xiaofeng's plate, and stuffed it into his mouth, "Rice can be eaten indiscriminately. You can talk nonsense! Brother Rou and I are just 'good brothers', don't tarnish our pure friendship!"

   "Cut, who believes it!" A group of boys expressed their disbelief.

  Luo Yichen suddenly dropped the knife and fork in his hand, and the plate on the table suddenly shattered in half: "You guys eat first! I'm full!"

   After saying that, he stood up abruptly and strode out.

   When passing by Su Rourou's side, he paused slightly and glanced sideways at her.

   Although he didn't speak, his eyes contained enough information.

  Su Rourou knew what he meant by this look, and gave him a big grimace back.

   Well, although she didn't want to dine with him, who gave her a handle on him, and she couldn't grasp his handle?