Chapter 92 Bad Taste
The sound of "brother" made Lu Yuan turn around. He also knew Xu Jiaqian. At this moment, his hand against the car door froze unconsciously.
Xu Jiaqian put one hand in his trouser pocket and held a cigarette in the other hand. The smoke curled up and filled the air, "Come here."
This was naturally said to Xu Yan.
Xu Yan did not dare to stop what his elder brother was saying, glanced at Lu Yuan, lowered his head and walked towards Xu Jiaqian.
When she moved, Lu Yuan behind her also moved.
The two of them walked up to Xu Jiaqian, and Xu Yan said softly: "Brother."
"Mr. Xu."
Xu Yan glanced at Xu Jiaqian, his face was gloomy, and his voice was slightly trembling: "Brother, this is my boyfriend Lu Yuan."
"Oh." The voice was cold. Even after hearing Xu Yan's introduction, Xu Jiaqian's expression remained unchanged.
He raised his hand to open the rear door, stuffed Xu Yan in, and then looked up at Lu Yuan, "It's getting late. Mr. Lu, please excuse me. I'm taking my sister home first."
After saying that, Xu Jiaqian also got into the passenger seat. Xu Yan and Lu Yuan looked at each other through the car window. The next second, Xu Jiaqian asked his assistant to drive.
In the end, only one car's exhaust and Lu Yuan were left.
inside the car.
Xu Yan hesitated to speak, staring straight at Xu Jiaqian, but Xu Jiaqian calmly looked at Xu Yan's tangled look through the rearview mirror in the car, closed his eyes and fell asleep, and the air became more and more silent.
After returning home, Xu Jiaqian raised his hand, grabbed the top tie and pulled it down, looking extremely irritated, "Didn't I still scold the scumbag at that time? How long has it been, and the good horse still hasn't turned around? ”
Xu Yan muttered in a low voice: "I'm not a horse." After saying that, she raised her eyes and looked directly at Xu Jiaqian, "Besides, it's been more than a year."
Seemingly amused by Xu Yan's words, Xu Jiaqian laughed angrily, "Oh, you still know that it has been more than a year and you are still related to him. I think you have forgotten all the tears you shed."
"I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten." Seeing Xu Jiaqian's anger, Xu Yan could only do his best to follow his elder brother's lead.
Jialan Garden on the other side of Lincheng.
Facing the table full of cooked food, Liang Ming lowered his head and glanced at his watch. The time was close to eight o'clock, but He Rongsheng never appeared.
He looked at the class schedule on his phone and examined it carefully. There were no classes this afternoon or evening.
Unable to bear it anymore, he made a phone call. The ringing sounded for half a minute, but the call was not connected. He dialed again, and this time he heard directly: "The user you dialed is currently on the call. Please call again later..." < br>
Liang Mingyuan's face gradually turned ugly, and he could only send He Rongsheng a WeChat message "Return the call, otherwise you will understand." ]
Fortunately, WeChat was not blocked. One minute after the message was sent, the phone call came back.
"Why didn't you come tonight?" Liang Mingyuan asked directly.
He Rongsheng was lying on the bed, with his feet in the air, swinging back and forth, with a coquettish tone: "Who told you to let me go yesterday?"
Liang Mingyuan was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "I bought another bag."
Hearing these words, He Rongsheng's feet paused for two seconds, then started shaking, pretending to say a calm "oh".
"You don't want it?" Liang Mingyuan was persuasive.
He Rongsheng said duplicity: "I don't want to."
"Okay, then I'll throw it away. No one wants it anyway."
"No." He Rongsheng couldn't hold his breath, straightened up and sat on the bed.
"Then come here."
……
Half an hour later, He Rongsheng walked into the apartment.
A bright yellow one-shoulder top and an apricot pleated skirt make her look youthful and beautiful, which is eye-catching.
His long hair was spread casually on his back, and Liang Mingyuan's eyes flashed when he saw the fair and round shoulders exposed, and he turned his head. He Rongsheng put his schoolbag on the sofa and turned around to see Liang Mingyuan sitting at the dining table, facing a table of food, but without moving his chopsticks.
She walked over, put her hands on the back of the chair naturally, and asked Liang Mingyuan: "Don't you want to eat? You're already cold."
Liang Mingyuan's eyes lingered on the delicate face, then he looked away and said: "Who are you waiting for?"
He Rongsheng scratched her head in embarrassment. She had already had dinner at school.
"I'll get it for you to heat it up."
"Can you cook?" Liang Mingyuan's tone was surprised.
He Rongsheng shook his head honestly, "No, but it should be no problem to heat up the food."
With that said, she walked into the kitchen carrying the dishes, and then Liang Mingyuan got up and followed.
"Have you been wearing this all day today?" Liang Mingyuan stood behind He Rongsheng and glanced up and down.
"Yeah."
He Rongsheng felt a weight fall on her shoulders. She turned her head and saw Liang Mingyuan's chin resting on her shoulders, with a strange look on her face, "Don't you look good?"
Liang Mingyuan shook his head, moved his chin back and forth on the exposed skin, put his hands under the hem of the sweater, leaned against his ears, and asked in a low voice: "What are you wearing..."
He Rongsheng's face suddenly turned red. She held the pot handle in one hand and the spatula in the other. She couldn't use the third hand to stop Liang Mingyuan, so she could only let him be cruel, "Don't..."
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When the food was hot, Liang Mingyuan walked out of the kitchen with the food in his hands with satisfaction, followed by a blushing He Rongsheng.
Liang Mingyuan was having dinner, and He Rongsheng was sitting on the sofa drawing. When he finished his meal and walked to the sofa with a cup of tea, He Rongsheng was seriously revising the design draft.
"You study art?"
He Rongsheng nodded.
Liang Mingyuan looked at her design draft and could see that she was very careful.
"Is twenty years old a sophomore, or..."
He Rongsheng said: "I am a junior."
"Do you know about Liang's jewelry?"
He Rongsheng raised his eyes and glanced at Liang Mingyuan, was he about to reveal his identity, and replied: "Who doesn't know about Lincheng's leading enterprise?"
"Do you want to come in?"
"You want to use the back door for me?" He Rongsheng's tone was surprised.
"It's a beautiful thought."
He Rongsheng said: "Yes, a month ago for the fall recruitment, the interns in Liang's design department started as graduate students and were required to win the first prize in the school design competition. The requirements were very strict. I accompanied a senior graduate student to the interview. However, Liang’s humanistic care is quite good, and he even gave me water while I was waiting outside.”
Liang Mingyuan looked at the innocent person in front of him and couldn't help but raise his head and knock He Rongsheng on the forehead, as if to vent his anger.
"Ouch, you hit me on the head again." He Rongsheng raised his hand to cover it angrily.
"Hmph, you deserve it." Liang Mingyuan added silently in his heart, who made you forget who brought you water.
"How many days will it be your school anniversary?"
"Yes, the ninety-fifth anniversary of the school is said to be very grand." He Rongsheng sat cross-legged on the sofa and asked casually: "Will you come?"
"Yes."
Although no one in the Liang family graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, most of the interns that the Liang family recruits every year graduate from the Academy of Fine Arts, so the school also sent an invitation letter to Lao Liang, but Lao Liang probably won't go.
Liang Mingyuan's eyes flashed, and he looked at He Rongsheng concentrating on painting. A malicious thought came to his mind, "How do you know I can go to the Academy of Fine Arts' anniversary?"