Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

He walked over: "Are we unfamiliar?" He leaned over and looked at her, "Then why are you adding me to WeChat?"

His eyes seemed to be ecstatic.

Chen Xiangtai was almost dead by him, and his expression was stunned: "I said that because I was afraid that my family would depend on you." She was so close, her eyes were full of him, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry?"

She has a low voice: "They are unreasonable."

She was downcast, as if she had done something wrong, a little regretful, and a little bit of grievance she had endured.

Lu Xinglan raised his hand and put it back when he was about to touch her head, took out the box with the alarm clock in his pocket, and held her chin with the box, which lifted her dazed head. .

"They don't make sense of your apology, and you are not them."

He was comforting her.

Although her tone was not gentle, her eyes were not gentle, but she knew that he was comforting her.

People are very strange. When you are alone, you can endure grievances, but if someone asks suddenly and someone comforts, a little grievance will turn into a great grievance, and the emotions you can endure will be inexplicably magnified.

She was sour in her heart, her nose and eyes were sour, she kept her eyes open and said, "Mr. Lu, don't care about my face, just let them pay if you deserve to pay."

"Hmm." Lu Xinglan asked her suddenly, "have you eaten? Do you want to eat with me?"

The wind must be too strong, her eyes reddened as soon as she blinked.

Lu Xinglan was a little unprepared: "What's wrong?"

She bowed her head: "The wind is too strong, it blows my eyes."

"Aggrieved?"

He hesitated for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand, raised it to her head, and patted twice awkwardly and unnaturally.

She shook her head, sniffed, raised her head to look at him, her eyes clear: "Can you eat bridge rice noodles? The kind of a pot."

"..."

Lu Xinglan retracted his hand awkwardly: "Okay."

At a small door, a parent looked outside.

The teacher at the door asked: "Which child's parent are you?" Seeing a little face.

The other party said: "Su Guyu."

Su Guyu’s mother just called and said that he would let a gentleman named Su come to pick up the child. The teacher understood and shouted in the direction of the football field: "Su Guyu, your father is here to pick you up."

Su Guyu ran over from the court with his schoolbag on his back, glanced timidly outside, and quickly retracted his small eyes: "Goodbye teacher."

The teacher smiled and said, "See you tomorrow."

Su Guyu pulled the zipper on his jacket and walked to Su Lihua. Six or seven-year-old children were timid and curious, and peeped carefully at the adults.

Su Lihua asked him: "Do you want me to help you get your schoolbag?"

He said no, then said, "Thank you."

Su Lihua walked in front, afraid that he would not be able to keep up, slowed down, he tried to be natural, but still unnatural: "Did you talk to your mother on the phone?"

"pass."

The conversation was incoherent and intermittent. Su Lihua walked for a while: "I'll take you to eat first." He walked to the left and let the child walk on the right side far from the driveway.

"it is good."

After a long time, Su Lihua asked again: "What do you want to eat?"

Su Guyu is very well-behaved: "Everything is fine."

It took a long time.

"Can pasta work?"

"Row."

One big and one small basically have nothing to say, very strange and unfamiliar way of getting along.

The car didn't stop far, it only took a few minutes.

Su Lihua stepped forward and opened the back seat door: "Sit in the middle position."

"Oh."

Su Guyu climbed into the car.

"Fasten your seat belt."

A bit of an imperative tone, not gentle, but patient.

Su Guyu: "Oh."

He tied it for a long time, but still didn't tie it.

Su Lihua sat in and helped him get it. One big and one small, two pairs of extremely similar small inner pairs are paired up, look at me and I look at you, and move away.

Su Lihua: "Alright."

Su Guyu: "Thank you."

The car drove very slowly, the big and the small did not speak, the atmosphere was a bit awkward along the way.

When he arrived at the restaurant, Su Lihua asked for a private room. He went in and pulled out the chair.

Su Guyu sat down.

Su Lihua pours water first: "Is there anything I can't eat?" The tone of her speech was more natural and softer than at the beginning.

"No."

Su Lihua looked at the menu and put it in front of the child: "Order it yourself. Ask me if you don't know a word."

"it is good."

Su Guyu took off the schoolbag, put it behind the chair, and ordered a creamy mushroom pasta with the menu. Su Lihua helped him order another soup.

Both noodles and soup are required.

A sip of soup and a bite of noodles, the father and son used to be exactly the same.

Su Guyu ate halfway, put down his chopsticks and got off the chair.

Su Lihua asked: "Where to go?"

"To the restroom."

Su Lihua got up and took him.

When he arrived at the toilet, Su Lihua didn't go in and waited outside. Halfway through, he yelled from outside, and the child responded inside.

After a while, the child came out.

"Have your hands washed?"

"Wash it." His hands were still wet.

Su Lihua gave him a handkerchief.

Su Guyu wiped his hands: "Thank you." After wiping, he returned his handkerchief to Su Lihua.

Su Lihua put away the handkerchief and led him back to the box. There was no air conditioner in the box. The soup was a bit cold. Su Lihua ordered Gu Yu again.

After eating, Gu Yu asked in a low voice, "Uncle, can you bring a copy for my mother?"

"Yeah." Su Lihua hugged him from the seat, "What does your mother like to eat?"

"She likes shrimp."

Su Lihua packed a seafood spaghetti and ordered a boiled shrimp.