Transmigrated into his own aunt

Chapter 595
Ying Wanwan slowed down, put away the charming in her mind, opened the suitcase and took out two comics, one was Doraemon and the other was Arale.Walking up to Ronnie and coughing dryly, Doraemon handed it to him, "I'll show you this, this is my favorite manga, it's so beautiful, I buy every issue."

But it is not so easy to buy here.

There are more in China, and I don't know where the book dealers got them.

Ronnie glanced at her rosy face, his eyes darkened, and he took her comics calmly, flipping through two pages, not bothering to read them at all.Ying Wanwan gave him the manga and stood on the other side of the room, a little far away, he secretly glanced at her, a little puzzled, how could she act so nonchalantly when encountering such a thing?
After a few breaths, the flags and drums outside died down.

Ying Wanwan only saw the second page of the manga, she looked dazed, she thought she would have to wait for a long time, is there 2 minutes?
After putting away the book and putting his ear behind the door to listen, the man cursed secretly.

And the woman is apologizing.

How come back?

Shouldn't it be a woman who curses and beats up a man?

Across the wall, apart from faint voices, nothing else could be heard. After waiting for a while, there was a slight sound of closing the door outside, and it seemed that the person had left.

Ying Wanwan frowned in doubt, and looked back at Ronnie. He lowered his head at this moment, and she whispered, "Mr. Luo, let's go too."

Ronnie raised his chin slightly and nodded slightly.

Open the door and go out, the coffee and books on the coffee table are still the same, but the position of the pillow on the sofa is different from before. It is obvious that the scene of the crime is here, but luckily I didn’t sit on it just now.

Picking up the suitcase, "Now I can't talk to the apartment management again, will I be criticized?"

"No, it's your freedom to live or not, and no one can criticize you."

The two left the apartment, returned the keys, and wandered around the area of ​​their college. Ying Wanwan remembered the bookstore deeply.

There are all kinds of books in it, which are very complete.

Back in the car.

Ying Wanwan said, "Although there are many bookstores and a large library, I didn't see a few students holding books along the way. It seems that foreign students are not as fond of learning as those in our school."

Along the way, I seldom saw anyone reading a book, nor heard anyone discussing study.

If there is, it must be a yellow-skinned, black-haired Asian.

When I came forward to ask, it must be a student who came to study in China. In this comparison, the prosperity of the motherland after decades is not without reason.

"But even so, the best students in the school are still not our students."

Ying Wanwan: "." It seems so.

"Why do you say this is?"

Ronnie thought for a while, "Blind reading will make people lose the fun of learning, and there will be a lack of comprehensive quality. In fact, most foreign students are also very hardworking, but they will not take up their own time for fun. Reading alone Books are actually very important, no matter how smart and talented he is, he cannot learn for the sake of learning. For students, it is very important to maintain curiosity and creativity."

"It makes sense, but how to cultivate children's thirst for knowledge?" The second child has no thirst for knowledge at all, and has many thoughts of doing bad things.

Ronnie's eyes moved slightly, "I don't have children, I don't know."

Ying Wanwan: "."

There is an ancient city near the school, Ying Wanwan suggested to visit it.

"Aren't you tired? You've walked a long way."

"It's okay." Ying Wanwan couldn't help being teased by what happened in the apartment, and now she wanted to use up her excess energy.

Ronnie wandered around the ancient city with her. Before leaving, she took out the camera from her backpack and stuffed it into his arms, "Can you help me take some photos, make them look better?"

Standing back and posing.

Ronnie laughed, "Look at your standing posture, as if you have been trained."

Ying Wanwan withdrew her stiff expression from laughing, "Who trained me, hurry up and take a picture of me? Remind me to change my posture."

"it is good."

Ying Wanwan took more than a dozen photos in a row, and Ronnie said, "Can I take a group photo?"

"Okay?" She also wanted to take a group photo, but she was too embarrassed to speak.

Ronnie asked a passing young man to help him click on the camera, and stood next to Ying Wanwan. The young man who remembered them thought they were a couple, and directed them to approach.

Ying Wanwan saw that the distance between the two was a little far, she took a step towards him, and then turned sideways at the command of the young man.

The young man was still not satisfied, "Hand, a man's hand, put it on the lady's shoulder."

Ying Wanwan: "."

Just as he was about to explain, Ronnie said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, just take a picture like this."

The young man didn't speak any more, and asked the two to adjust their expressions before pressing the shutter.

Back in the car, Ying Wanwan said, "You helped me today and even went shopping with me, I invite you to dinner."

"Do you know where?"

Ying Wanwan hummed, and sat in the co-pilot to show him the way. Overseas has not changed much from decades ago and decades later, unlike China, where she can't even find her home after decades.

First send the roll to the photo studio for cleaning, and then follow the memory to a Chinese restaurant with ease, "My mother said that the taste of this restaurant is good, and the taste of the food can be customized according to customer requirements."

In fact, Pan Xin never said that.

She came here a few times with her parents before, and she remembered that the owner of the restaurant said that the store had a history of 50 years.

Most of the Asians come here to eat, and it is meal time.

In order to take care of Ronnie, Ying Wanwan asked for a private room.After ordering his favorite food, the recipe was pushed in front of Ronnie, "Mr. Luo, here it is."

Ronnie glanced at the waiter who was writing down the menu, and there were already five dishes, "Can you order more?"

Ying Wanwan said firmly, "I'm sure I can finish my meal."

Ronnie added two dishes and waited for the waiter to go out. He said, "Don't call me Mr. Luo, it's too old, call me Tingyun."

Ying Wanwan: "."

it's not good?Glancing at him, he hesitated, "I'll call your name privately."

"Ah."

There was still some time before the food was served, Ying Wanwan and Ronnie had nothing to talk about, so they took out Arale to look through it.

The chandelier above her head emits a soft halo, sprinkled on her body, quiet and beautiful.

Ronnie observed her every move calmly. After she flipped through a few pages of the book, "Are comics that good?"

"Yeah, it just came out, and now it's a limited edition."

Ronnie began to think about the meaning of her words, and was trying to formulate a formula when the food was served.

Ying Wanwan threw down the book, "I'm so hungry, you can help yourself." Picking up chopsticks, she ate heartily.

Ronnie laughed, "Haven't you eaten here?"

Ying Wanwan's small mouth was oily, and she wiped it with a tissue, "I ate it, maybe my appetite is better after giving birth, and I can eat it very much now. As long as it's not local food, I won't pick it."

"I haven't seen you gain weight after eating so much." There is not much weight in my arms.

　There was a bug in Chapter 2 yesterday, just refresh it again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)