The car was parked in the mall's parking lot. Jiang Shengjun typed in Ouyang Maomao's live stream chat: "Ouyang Maomao, aren't you afraid of falling and getting hurt badly?"
A lot of netizens criticized him.
Where did this lemon spirit come from?
Is this because they can't stand seeing others do well?
...
Jiang Shengjun casually reported Ouyang Maomao's live stream.
Su Wanwan couldn't help but laugh when she saw this.
Having been pampered by everyone since childhood, he is now being criticized by everyone, so his pride is being erased by netizens.
Su Wanwan snatched Jiang Shengjun's phone, turned off the screen, and leaned in to gaze at him affectionately.
"Alright, Jiang Shengjun, stop watching Ouyang Maomao's live stream, look at me. Am I not as pretty as her?"
The two looked at each other in bewilderment.
Jiang Shengjun said, "You're so much prettier than her, but I really didn't expect her to be so shameless, always thinking about Grandma. I didn't want to fall out with her, but..."
In the parking lot, Su Wanwan unbuckled her seatbelt, stood up, leaned close to Jiang Shengjun, and kissed him without saying a word.
The soft touch on his lips seemed to instantly clear away all the bad mood in Jiang Shengjun's mind.
After a while, Su Wanwan released his lips, cupped his face and said, "Alright, don't dwell on what she said anymore. She's just creating a persona in front of everyone. When the truth is revealed, she will be punished."
Jiang Shengjun looked at her, still savoring the moment, his thoughts drifting back to Su Wanwan, who had already returned to her seat and gotten off the bus.
He got out of the car and quickly walked up to Su Wanwan. He then placed his hand on the car body and cornered Su Wanwan against the wall.
In the dimly lit underground parking lot, Jiang Shengjun exuded an ambiguous aura, and Su Wanwan was enveloped in this aura.
"Wanwan was very proactive tonight."
"How about you take the initiative to come home a few more times?"
Jiang Shengjun was subtly and overtly hinting at Su Wanwan's intentions.
She looked up and pushed Jiang Shengjun away, then pinned him against the wall with a backhand. "Sure, Mr. Jiang, you'd better be prepared. We're going to the mall to buy clothes in a bit, let's do some role-playing."
Jiang Shengjun found the thought exciting.
Inside the enclosed elevator, the two took all sorts of funny photos in front of the mirror.
The elevator arrived at its destination with a "ding!" and the two immediately returned to normal.
He enjoyed being childish with Su Wanwan; that was the kind of life he longed for.
Inside the mall, Su Wanwan walked ahead, pulling him along as they strolled around, holding an ice cream in her other hand.
Wherever he goes, he becomes the center of attention.
Even though people are cursing them online, in real life, they only dare to curse them quietly behind their backs.
Everyone knows that Jiang Shengjun likes to sue others, and he does it all the time. Ever since people learned his identity, who would dare to curse him in front of them?
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dressed so youthfully and cheerfully before. The first time I saw you after you grew up, you were always dressed in a suit and tie. How about we dress more youthfully this time when we go shopping for clothes?”
Jiang Shengjun replied, "Okay, I'll listen to Wanwan."
Su Wanwan picked out a JK uniform, five-centimeter Mary Jane shoes, and white cotton knee-high socks.
I picked out a casual white T-shirt, black shorts, and a pair of sneakers for Jiang Shengjun, along with a black canvas backpack.
The two entered the hair salon.
Su Wanwan told the hairstylist, "Change his 3/7 parted hair to a youthful, choppy fringe."
After completing the procedure, Su Wanwan was extremely satisfied.
She washed her hair, removed her makeup, applied lotion and moisturizer at the hair salon, and only put on a light-colored lip gloss. She tied her hair in a high ponytail, and the two of them went to the mall again. This time, there were far fewer strange looks in the mall.
Because they look like ordinary high school students now. Su Wanwan is carrying a backpack and wearing round black-rimmed glasses, looking very well-behaved.
Jiang Shengjun raised his hand and patted her head, asking, "Did you wear this outfit back in high school?"
She held his hand and shook it: "I guess so. Most of the time I don't wear school uniforms, I wear JK uniforms. I'm a JK girl, so what?"
Jiang Shengjun shook his head and smiled slightly: "It's nothing, I just thought you were quite cute. If I had met you back then, I definitely wouldn't have let you go."
"Mr. Jiang is joking. I wasn't that fair-skinned back then."
She was really dark-skinned back then.
Jiang Shengjun asked curiously, "Do you have any photos? Can I see them?"
Without saying a word, she took out her phone from her backpack, showed Jiang Shengjun photos she had posted on QQ Space, and said, "Let me tell you, when it comes to being the darkest-skinned, even the darkest boy in our class back in school couldn't compare to me."
Jiang Shengjun curiously clicked on the photo and couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Pfft! Is this you?"
In the photo, Su Wanwan is still wearing a JK uniform, but her skin is extremely dark.
"Yeah, so do you want to take back what you just said?"
Jiang Shengjun blurted out, "I just like country bumpkins like you."
"What a country bumpkin! What an awful name!"
Jiang Shengyun ran away after he finished speaking, and Su Wanwan chased after him and hit him.
The two of them played around in the mall like children who never grew up.
Actually, Su Wanwan deliberately tanned herself.
Because she was in high school in the countryside, where there are still many petty thugs.
Once, she saw the school beauty get into a car with a thug, and she thought that she must get a tan so that the thug wouldn't be interested in her.
She can then focus on her studies.
If she had met Jiang Shengjun back then, perhaps she wouldn't have gotten so tanned.
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