How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

Chapter 25: Twenty five

Although Lu Jiaheng has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and has many friends of Fox and Dogs, but he really makes friends, but there are only a few of them.

If you are young, Cheng Yi is one. An American has gone to gold-plated lace, and one is smaller than them, but they are not as bad as they are. In the Chinese New Year, I don’t forget to burn paper money for each other.

But she is Lu Jiaheng's only female friend.

The girl's analysis of the girl is certainly more reliable than Cheng Yi's.

Therefore, Lu Jiaheng dropped his old face. From the newsletter, there was a lot of abd who didn’t know which lady was abducted. Then she thought about it and asked her: If I want to chase you now, what do you want?

Want you to burp immediately. Lin Yu replied in shock.

"..."

Lu Jiaheng paralyzed and returned to the lazy couch. The phone dropped on the table and sneered. He thought he might have been squeezed by the door. He thought of asking this person.

Master Lu chose Baidu.

In fact, there are some words on the forum that seem quite reasonable. For example, chasing girls must be patient. If you can't come up, you will pierce with a fierce man, and the shy ones may be directly scared away.

To put it simply, it is to go step by step, to subtly, to do what one wants.

Let her adapt to you first, get used to your existence, and have a good impression and dependence on you.

There is even something like sending something to her every day for how many days, and then suddenly one day missing something to see her reaction such a saucy operation.

Do what you want, subtly, gradually.

be patient.

Lu Jiaheng really does not know much about Hatsushi’s preferences, the only thing she knows is that she really likes eating more cute.

Finally, he waited for a cup of oolong milk.

Lu Jiaheng took it by hand, and the warm cup of hot ironed his palm, dispelling all the negative energy at the moment when he just read the text message.

He lowered his eyes, rubbed his fingertips against the wall of the paper cup, and spoke slowly, meaning: "You came back just to give me this?"

After speaking, Lu Jiaheng could not help secretly raising the corner of his lips.

Chuichi nodded and hesitated again, raising his eyes and asking, "You don't have a girlfriend?"

Lu Jiaheng froze: "When did I have a girlfriend?"

"Then-don't have a boyfriend?" Chuichi said hardly.

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

Lu Jiaheng's temple jumped and took a deep breath, a little helpless: "Little Gardenia, I don't like men."

At first glance: "I know, you like--"

"I don't like it." Lu Jiaheng didn't hear her finish, interrupted with a blank expression, "I was talking nonsense at the train station that day, fake, I don't like it."

Hakuchi's eyes widened a little, and I didn't know why he seemed to be relieved, his shoulders collapsed, and he suddenly felt a little guilty, and he didn't know what he was guilty of.

After sneaking a glance at Lu Jiaheng, he happened to be looking at her too. Hakuchi didn't know if he was looking at her all the time. In short, his eyes were opposite.

For the first time, I was taken aback for a moment. It wasn't that I looked away. It wasn't that it wasn't. It was cold. The tip of her nose was freezing a little bit red. Even her ears were red. Her face was white and tender, like a little snowman.

Lu Jiaheng looked at her helpless, slightly raised her eyebrows: "Why don't you keep asking."

Churi lowered his head, his voice low: "Ask what..."

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes. The little head was buried a little bit, and he also leaned slightly closer to him: "Ask me if I like someone?"

Chuchi didn't speak.

Lu Jiaheng licked his lips and lifted the corners of his lips. His smile looked a little harsh, but his voice became softer: "Ask who is that person?"

Chuichi slowly raised his head: "You have."

Lu Jiaheng stunned: "Huh?"

Chuichi continued slowly: "Everyone likes you."

Her voice was low, and her head was hanging down, and Lu Jiaheng didn't hear clearly.

The weather was a bit cold at the end of November. Standing outside for a while, the first gardener was a little stiff, her fingers shrunk into her sleeves, and her fingertips were hidden in her cuffs.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of me, pinching a cup of milk tea.

Lu Jiaheng returned the oolong milk cover to her again.

Chuichi raised his head.

He straightened up: "Too lazy to take it, you will give it to me later."

Chuichi "Oh" made a sound and took it.

The drink was still warm, and Hakuchi put his hands on it, warming it up a little bit.

So the previous topic was interrupted, and the two of them walked towards the library together.

The little girl seemed to have fallen into her own small theater again, apparently in a state of absence, so she followed him all the way forward until she reached the library door, and she had to go straight into the eyes.

Lu Jiaheng raised his hand, grabbed the rabbit ears on her plush coat hat, and dragged the person back.

Chuchi was dragged back like a baby chick, recovered, and raised his head, his face blank.

Lu Jiaheng reached out to her: "Return me."

Chuichi remained at a loss: "Ah?"

His hands were fair and beautiful, his fingers were slender, his palms spread out before her, and she shivered, insistingly repeating it, like a child begging for sugar: "Oolong milk cap, return me."

Chuichi: "..."

As soon as Chuichi entered the study room, he saw Gu Han beckoning frantically at her.

On Friday afternoon, there were slightly fewer people than usual. Basically, they didn't have class in the afternoon. They all went home at this time. Lin Tong and they sat on the long table in the corner, and the most window-open position was empty.

Chuchi adjusted his coat and hat that had just been pulled away by Lu Jiaheng, and walked over to sit down.

As she pulled out the book, Gu Han's head stretched out.

She seemed to hear something magical gossip, her eyes glowed and looked at her with great excitement.

The first time Hakuchi saw her expression was when she was holding a tarot card in her hand to test her for the fate of her and Xiao Yi.

Sure enough, Gu Han cleared his throat and looked divinely: "I am gardening, I feel that there is a vision in your chart, which is related to the emotional aspects. I am afraid that there has been a movement in your house."

Chuichi was shocked.

Gu Han continued: "Hurry up and tell me the first name that appears in your mind now."

Chu Garden swallowed saliva: "Wu Yanzu."

Gu Han turned a deaf ear: "Yes, that's right, a pink water cup suddenly appeared in your emotional palace!"

Chuichi: "..."

Gu Han tried harder, shaking his legs while rolling his eyes: "I am gardening, this pink water cup has a deep feeling for you."

Hatsumi took off his coat and hung it on the chair, not much concerned about it.

Chuchi's first impression of Lu Jiaheng was actually a little bit worse.

At the door of the campus, the boys were lazy leaning on the side of the road. When the girl came to ask him for a number, he didn't look at others very much.

Glimpse a glance, the number is given.

Chuichi felt that it was a courageous thing for girls to ask for numbers from boys and girls who liked them. Whether boys gave girls numbers or refused them, they should give each other a little respect. They should not be so casual. , I didn't take people seriously.

At the time when Chuichi Junxun fought and punished the station, Lu Jiaheng often went to the playground, and Chuichi accidentally saw it a few times. The girl went to WeChat or something.

Anyway, it looks good, he gave it all.

Later, after getting more familiar with it, Chuichi felt that this person was actually quite good.

In addition to being habitually frivolous to girls, she is a bit of a guile.

Gu Han still rolled his eyes and shook his legs, lowering his voice mysteriously: "I am gardening, I feel it! The fluctuation of the pink water cup is quite strong."

Churi tilted his head, leaned closer, and looked at her calmly and said, "Han Han, you are cross-eyed."

Gu Han: "..."

The lights in the bar were dim and ambiguous, and a few people were seated in two, three, and three in the soft semicircular deck.

Lu Jiaheng put a side, the whole person hanging Erlang slumped on the sofa, long legs on the coffee table in front, holding a paper cup of milk tea in his hand.

The sound of music and noise in the ear rumbling, he was wearing headphones, as if unaffected, looking straight at a daze.

A man and a woman sitting next to them grabbed a cup where you fed me and I fed you. In the noisy room, the man was pushed and did not hold on, and the man fell to Lu Jiaheng.

Lu Jiaheng was in a daze, the man suddenly bumped into him, his strength was not small, he was not stable, the whole person was slanted to the side, one foot fell to the ground, the half cup of oolong milk cap in his hand came out .

The paper cup of milk tea fell on the dark ground, with a slight sound, almost submerged in the background sound of boiling.

The people in the whole deck looked like they had been pressing the mute button at the same time.

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes and looked at the pool of liquid that had spread to the feet. He pulled off the headphones and closed his eyes. He turned his head to look in the direction of the collision.

The dark eyes were heavy and no emotion could be seen, the corners of the lips drooped slightly, and the air pressure was a bit low.

Cheng Yi squeezed the glass and twitched his teeth, then shrank his shoulders.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, someone next to him finally couldn't help but came over and asked him: "What are you doing Aheng tonight, bringing a tea with milk and holding it like a baby all night."

Cheng Yi felt a little difficult to explain. The cup was put down in his hand, and he pointed his finger to the wreckage of the milk tea cup on the ground: "That-his ancestor gave him."

The man was shocked: "Who?"

"Spirit, I guess, but it's still inseparable."

The man who bumped into him drank a bit. He didn't take it seriously. As a result, his face changed when he saw the other person's expression, and he quickly apologized.

Lu Jiaheng looked at him and said nothing.

Seeing this, Cheng Yi quickly raised a wine bottle and yelled, "Hengzai! I wish you an early birth! Son!!!!"

"..."

His voice was very loud, highly recognizable, and close, and the sound of the music through the noisy and loud shook Lu Jiaheng's eardrum.

Lu Jiaheng turned his head and looked at him with a mentally handicapped look. The other leg resting on the coffee table was also put down. He slowly put the headphones into his pocket and grabbed his coat and stood up and walked away.

As soon as we left the bar, the glass door was closed, and the smoky noise inside was isolated and clean, and the air was cool outside. The night lights of the city center were as bright as the day, and the streets were full of traffic.

Lu Jiaheng put on his jacket and walked along the road while pulling out his mobile phone to dial a number.

After a few sounds, they picked up over there.

Hatsuri's voice was still not slow, soft, and sounded temperamental: "Hey."

Lu Jiaheng paused.

The other side was also quiet. After a while, she called him: "Senior?"

Lu Jiaheng stood at the end of the street, stopped and looked at the huge led screen advertisement in the opposite shopping mall.

The tone is faint, but it sounds not very happy,

"Little Gardenia, my milk tea is gone."

At first glance: "Ah?"

He lowered his throat, his voice was muffled, and inexplicably looked a little wronged, a little obedient,

"My oolong milk cap was just knocked off by someone else."

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