The man clenched her arm and said in a warm voice, "she is your friend. I can invite her for you, but I can't eat with her for you."
Zhou Linlin, "..."
This man is so direct.
Lu Yao lifted his eyelids and looked at him coolly, "are you entertaining or rubbing rice?"
"You can do whatever you want. I've made a reservation and I can go there now." Shao Yunchen held her hand, warm and light on his handsome face.
Lu Yao gazed at his hand for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled, "with strong? I don't have the right to refuse? "
There is no smile on the face, the eyes with a cold sneer.
She now felt that he was more and more brazen, shameless enough to have no respect for her, as if everything could be in charge of her. Even if she was angry, she was also allowed to make her angry, but she did not change her attitude at all. What should he be like.
It's nice to hear that you have good manners. To put it bluntly, it's dogged.
She is really angry sometimes. She will be flustered when she is out of her control and angry with him and herself.
Shao Yunchen seemed to have already guessed what attitude she would be. She did not even move her eyebrows. She still held her hand and chuckled, "I didn't use it. I just went to your house in the morning. My aunt told me to take good care of you."
Lu Yao
The woman looked at him as if she were still, dark and heavy.
After a long time, the radian of her lips became cold, "there is no need for Mr. Shao to worry about having Lin here."
The man's facial features are three-dimensional and profound, and a beautiful face always looks light. Her quiet eyes pass by Zhou Linlin. "Miss Zhou should still have something in the afternoon, so it's not good to always trouble her."
Lu Yao frowned and looked at Zhou Linlin.
The other party was stunned for a moment, and his eyes slipped around for a moment. He seemed to suddenly think of something and nodded in a hurry, "yes, yes, I remember. I have to accompany my mother to buy clothes in the afternoon. Haha Yao Yao may not be able to accompany you
“……”
Lu Yao looks at her eyes suddenly become extremely inquisitive.
Which way is this girl going?
Zhou Linlin was seen by her, sweating all over. She looked around with a guilty heart. Then she raised her wrist and looked at her watch. Suddenly, ah, "is it so late? Yao Yao, I don't think I can eat lunch with you. If my mother has to wait too long, she will eat me. Mr. Shao, Yao Yao will be handed over to you. I'll go first. "
"Hello, Lin..."
The woman spoke very quickly, waved her hand and ran away.
Lu Yao's pretty face changed for a while, which was very wonderful.
Can the play be more pompous? She just left herself and ran away?
"If you can't handle things well by yourself, why do you have to let others be in a dilemma?" The man's faint voice rang out.
Lu Yao's face was cold. She turned her eyes and glared at him. Then she shook off his hand and said angrily, "if you are so brazen, the police can't handle it well. Go away and don't follow me again."
Shao Yunchen took a step directly forward. His hand, which had not been taken back, was directly put on her shoulder. With a slight force on his arm, he held the man half into his arms. His voice softened a little, "eat first. I'll take you back later, eh?"
Lu Yao's body is stiff. She sticks to his chest and sniffs at his breath. Remembering the conversation with Linlin in the morning, Lu Yao's heart is in a mess. She twists her eyebrows and pushes him hard. Her tone is low, almost praying, "Shao Yunchen, can you stop this?"
He tossed about like this, do you know let her heart struggle?
Did he know how much warmth he felt at this time? If she goes on like this, she will really regret the divorce.
Throat hair tight, mouth suddenly astringent fierce, a grievance surged to the heart, her dark eyes once moist.
Shao Yunchen low eyes, body slightly a shock.
Did she cry?
"Yao, Yao Yao?"
Red eyes, as if suffering from extreme injustice, there is a kind of delicate and pathetic sense of weakness.
Shao Yunchen slightly flustered, holding her shoulder in both hands, eyes tightly staring at the past, hoarse voice like a low sigh, "my fault, you don't cry, if you don't want to see me, I'll go now."
She may really find him bored.
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