Today Should Be Preferred

She was calm on the surface, but actually Tinglan's every move fell into her eyes.

After reading her circle of friends for several years, she knew her food preferences well, so at this time, she kept calm and turned her favorite foods in front of her.

But she didn't seem to be in a good mood tonight. Lu Kuo deliberately enlivened the atmosphere and deliberately threw a lot of questions to her. She always answered in a few words, and didn't want to attract the attention of any classmates present.

Lu Kuo did not forget his mission tonight and wanted Zhuo Yu'an to contact Tinglan more, but found that Tinglan is really a master in the cold field. This time has never been hot, so he has to change the subject.

Deliberately, I deliberately mentioned Zhuo Yuan and Wenjian from the previous science class, and talked about Wenjian's pursuit of Zhuo Yuan, just to stimulate Tinglan.

Because of Zhuo Yu’an’s strong aura, other students have not dared to speak, and really have nothing to say, but Lu Kuo mentioned that the goddess of Zeng Manager Keban was different. After all, Zhuo Yu back then An He is gentle and simple, not only outstanding appearance, but also the top two in the year round, there are a lot of topics.

Lu Kuo still wanted to add some fuel and jealousy. He thought, if Ting Lan is a little bit interested in Zhuo Yu'an, he can at least react when he hears this?

Sure enough, he looked at Tinglan's face so bad that even Cheng Chen stared at him angrily.

Zhuo Yuan also called his name, stopping him from speaking further.

He was boring to ask, he shut up and said nothing.

Zhuo Yuan was in a floating mood and couldn't sink, so he poured himself a small glass of Red Wine Town God, and saw that Tinglan next to him had been staring at the wine in his hand, paused, and raised his head to ask her.

"Want to drink?"

Ting Lan nodded.

Zhuo Yuan smiled, then took her wine glass and poured a little for her.

The red wine didn't wake up, and it tasted a little dry. Tinglan only took a sip, frowned and put it down. Zhuo Yuan said next to him, "Would you like to exchange some Sprite for you?"

"Okay? Will it be a bit soil?" Ting Lan asked.

Zhuo Yuan didn’t answer her question, she just opened the can of Sprite next to her, poured a little into her red wine glass, shook it, and handed it to her.

: "Try it."

His tone was unconsciously gentle, even his eyes were gentle.

Ting Lan took the wine glass and took a sip. She did not have the dry feeling like just now, with the sweetness of Sprite, she admired: "It's delicious."

He narrowed his eyes and took another sip.

"It's also wine with Sprite, don't drink too much." Zhuo Yuan kindly reminded.

Ting Lan nodded, feeling much better.

Zhuo Yuan didn't speak any more, he also had stage fright and didn't know what to say.

At the table, under Lu Kuo's guidance, everyone was no longer restrained and started chatting enthusiastically.

Cheng Chen bickered with Lu Kuo from time to time, Zhuo Yuan and Tinglan listened quietly beside them.

Zhuo Yu’an’s memory went back to high school, and it was the same at that time. Every time he went to the liberal arts class to find Lu Kuo, his classmates were quarreling, Lu Kuo and Cheng Chen were quarreling, and listening to Lan smiled alone. Yi quietly listened to the side.

Subconsciously, he turned his head and glanced at Tinglan next to him, and saw that she was listening quietly again, smiling. She is no longer the innocent girl with a pony tail and school uniform.

Now she, with black curly hair casually draped behind her, with a slight movement, the faint smell of her nose soaked into his nose, making him uneasy. The combination of shirt and skirt outlines her figure very well, the thinness, the abundance, and everything is appropriately good.

When he got to the back, Zhuo Yu'an didn't dare to look at her anymore, and he didn't even dare to sit next to her. He moved a little to the side, keeping at least an arm's distance away.

After Cheng Chen had finished fighting with Lu Kuo, he looked over Tinglan and looked at Zhuo Yu'an:

"Mr. Zhuo, I haven't had your WeChat account for so many years, so let's add one, classmates."

Lu Kuo: "You want to add him to WeChat, have I approved it?"

Zhuo Yuan has taken out his mobile phone and showed them the QR code of adding his friend on WeChat.

"Or Chief Zhuo is generous." Cheng Chen scanned his QR code, and other students on the table also scanned the code to add it.

Cheng Chen called to Tinglan: "You also add President Zhuo, and I will have one more caregiver in Senzhou in the future."

Zhuo Yuan raised his eyebrows, moved the phone, and placed it directly in front of Tinglan.

Tinglan hurriedly took out his mobile phone and scanned his QR code, applied to add friends, just sent the application, and passed in seconds.

His WeChat name is his own name, Zhuo Yuan.

Because Cheng Chen had to catch a plane back to Qining for this dinner, Lu Kuo declared the end of the gathering before it was too late.

Tinglan took Cheng Chen's hand and spoke outside the restaurant. Every time Cheng Chen saw her, apart from caring about her mother's condition, she said the same thing. He was serious about his career and made good use of the resources in Senzhou.

Tinglan nodded obediently.

Zhuo Yuan smokes a cigarette not far away. He usually has no addiction to cigarettes, and only smokes one very occasionally. At the end of the dinner, looking at Tinglan not far away, I felt a little depressed. At this dinner, the two seemed to know each other, but they didn't seem to know each other. But for him, there is no progress.

He thought, after tonight, she probably forgot him again.

Lu Kuo waved at him: "Did you drive? Take Tinglan home."

He drove, so he was drinking tonight and only sipped a little red wine.

He glanced at Ling Lan. The other party seemed a little surprised by Lu Kuo's arrangement. After Lu Kuo left, she hurriedly waved her hand and said that she could go back.

He handed her the phone: "Tell Lao Lu yourself."

It was expected that she would not really call Lu Kuo to refuse.

"Trouble."

Still got in his car.

He drove, she was in the co-pilot, Zhuo Yuan felt unreality. For many years, he has been following her back, so close contact, too little, too little.

The car drove very slowly. His car had a very good mute effect without any noise. He did not receive any traffic station or play car music. It was surprisingly quiet, and even listened carefully, and could hear each other's breathing.

Of course Zhuo Yuan drove very slowly deliberately, and he wished to go the wrong way and make a more round circle. Tinglan was in the front passenger seat and fiddled with her phone.

She is not good at chatting, so she can only let the tension and embarrassment spread.

It might be her age, it might be the reason for Lin Zhitong's daily "brainwashing", or in this particular quiet space, in short, her mood fluctuates and her attention is completely attracted by the man next to her.

The man next to him is too good, he is obviously his age, but he has a career that is beyond the reach of the dust.

Listening to Lan yelling inwardly, this may be the hormonal flooding that Lin Zhitong always said.