In her third year of high school, Yun Xiang was brought home by her father's comrade-in-arms, Cheng Xiao.
Cheng Xiao had a son, a proud and arrogant person who loved to look down on other...
"Yeah." After saying that, Cheng Che lowered his head and continued to eat.
Yun Xiang stirred the porridge in her hand and asked him again, "I'm going to the cafe tonight. Can you accompany me?"
Cheng Che frowned. Going to the coffee shop again at night?
Seeing Cheng Che's confusion, Yun Xiang immediately explained, "I'm not going to work. Sister Jiang Yi said that the boss of that person wants to apologize to me and asked me to come over."
Cheng Che said "Oh" and said nothing more.
"Then will you agree to go with me?" Yun Xiang sat forward.
Cheng Che raised his eyes and met Shang Yunxiang's sparkling eyes.
She looked at him like that again.
It was as if she was about to act coquettishly in the next second: Brother Cheng Che, please, please.
Cheng Che took a deep breath, lowered his head, and said with a stern look, "Besides, I'll go when I have time."
Yun Xiang was dissatisfied, but she was already showing goodwill. What else could he possibly be so upset about? It was truly tormenting.
Yun Xiang clenched his fists and really wanted to imitate Mi Lan and throw the chopsticks in front of him.
So, Yun thought about it and just did it.
"You're such a piece of shit." She slammed her chopsticks on the table, cursed, and ran away.
If you want to do something like scolding Cheng Che, just get away with it!
Otherwise, she would be like Mi Lan, who was warned by Cheng Che with three numbers!
Cheng Che: “???”
No, she cursed?
The little guy with poor directionality has become so brave that he even dares to hit him with chopsticks?
"Yun Xiang, come back!" Cheng Che slammed the table.
Yun Xiang turned his head and said with a professional fake smile: "Cheng Che, there is no way I can pick it up like Mi Lan, you can pick it up yourself."
Cheng Che choked.
Yun Xiang waved at Cheng Che, picked up the bus card and ran away.
Cheng Che looked at the chopsticks that fell on the table, his silence was deafening.
After a moment, he picked up the chopsticks on the table and threw them into the sink while cursing.
Pick it up yourself...