Chapter 966

Cheng Xushu proudly holds up the waist pole. What do these rural people who have never seen the market know? What is the real angel? What kind of campus angel does the body of a devil without the appearance of an angel deserve to be.

"Here we are." As soon as brother pig arrived at the entrance of the canteen, he waved impatiently: "what do you like to eat?" Then I went straight up the stairs on the other side.

For the first time, Cheng Xushu came to the canteen of No. 1 Middle School of the city and didn't know whose food was delicious. He beat a set of rice around leisurely, three dishes and one soup, one bowl of rice, and soon vomited out after eating one mouthful.

"Such a terrible thing is to feed pigs!" Cheng Xushu just ate a few mouthfuls and impatiently poured this dish of things into the garbage can. In her mind, Xiang jiuer and other people went to eat out of school without telling her that the things in the canteen were too bad, and that they were tired of eating.

Where can such disgusting things be fed up with? It's a terrible thing even to eat.

Cheng Xushu angrily left the canteen and went directly to the school supermarket to buy a bread.

While eating bread and kicking stones on the road, I thought that the first day would make her shine in school. Who knows that she would not be successful.

Bad luck, bad luck.

On the other side, yilanyou and others ate the stewed chicken and rice outside the school, while each blackmailed Han Jinxiang a bottle of fresh juice to give up.

"By the way, we have a meeting after school today." Elanyou said, wiping his mouth with a tissue.

"OK." The others nodded.

"And a little surprise." Elanyou blinked.

"What surprise?" Tu Xiaofei asked, "do you want to pay in advance?"

"Go, you will know money, vulgar." Yilanyou waved his hand and said, "is it not to make a mistake for your family's meal? I want to ask for it back with money and profit?"

"No!" Tu Xiaofei called out wrongly: "you don't mean there is a surprise, otherwise there is nothing else."

"Guess what." Ilan you hooked his mouth.

"Tut, I will bully people around the gate." Tu Xiaofei snorted and turned his head. Then he saw a familiar figure: "Zhang Ya, that's not Yan... Yan what is it? "

"Yan Lecheng." Zhang Ya replied to the man's expressionless face.

Yan Lecheng, who just entered the snack bar here, also saw Zhang Ya, with a stiff expression on his face.

"Why do you stay at the door? Come on, you said you invited me to dinner today, don't regret! " Yan Lecheng behind the girl holding his arm and laughing.

Yan Lecheng lowered his head and pulled his arm out of the girl's arms.

"You!" The girl is a little unhappy, just want to say something, just saw the iranyou and others, tight frown eyebrow heart again open to smile and put hands: "good coincidence, you are also in ah!"

"Yes." Zhang Ya nodded his head.

"What a coincidence." Yilanyou also nodded her head. Her eyes swept Yan Lecheng and the girl and said, "you two Together? "

"We?" The girl's face turned red and immediately waved to deny: "No. I just happened to pass by. "

"Is that so?" Tu Xiaofei looks at Yan Lecheng and at the girl.

"Yes." The girl smiled.

Yan Lecheng didn't say anything, but sat on an empty table and chair nearby. Knowing that the waiter came to ask them what they were eating, Yan Lecheng said, "big stewed chicken, Zhuang ya, what are you going to eat?"

"Me?" Zhuang Ya sits opposite Yan Lecheng, leaning on her chin, and looks at the menu on the wall: "I want a medium portion of braised pig's hoof with soybeans."

"Drinks or?" The waiter continued.

"Orange juice." Said Zhuang ya.

"Coke." Yan Lecheng replied.

"OK, just a moment." The waiter turned and told the kitchen to go.

Yilanyou and others settled their accounts when they had almost eaten here. After saying goodbye to Zhuangya, they walked out of the Yellow stewed chicken rice house.

Yan Lecheng then raised his head and looked at Zhang Ya's back almost obsessively. His eyes were confused and sad.

“……” Zhuang Ya raised her head just to praise the delicious food in this shop, but she saw Yan Lecheng's expression.

The heart is like being held by an invisible hand. It seems to be pulling out her chest. The blood of the heart seems to be running against the current. This person is haunted by a kind of almost desperate feeling. The bitter taste in his throat is turning over, which dilutes the smell of braised pig's feet with soybeans, leaving only endless bitterness.

Until Zhang Ya can no longer be seen, Yan Lecheng lowers his head to eat his own meal.

One moment.

Two people sit together and repeat simple actions like robots.

The meal was almost finished. Yan Lecheng got up and walked out. When he got to the door, he stopped. After staring at Zhuang ya, Yan Lecheng looked at her and said, "you can say now."

“……” Zhuang Ya looks up at Yan Lecheng: "what?"

"Your request." Yan Lecheng frowned a little: "didn't you say today that you wanted me to make up for you before you came to see me?"

That's not Yan Yue's idea of cost, but since it has happened, he will not escape, and will bear his own responsibility as a man: "except to marry you, anything is OK."

Money or goods.

As long as he can satisfy.

Zhuangya's heart was in a mess. She was really in a mess before. She wanted to see him every day, but she also understood that this was not the way to go, so she wanted to see him at the end of the day to make a understanding.

I thought that after seeing each other today, they had a meal at last, then waved their hands briskly, turned around and strode away, leaving him only a figure.

This is the way she wants to leave.

But she couldn't walk away when she saw his painful eyes, his obsessed and sad eyes.

It's better to say that she has a virgin heart, or that she doesn't have a face, but she just can't let him continue to have that kind of eyes, and she is willing to offer all as long as he is happy.

Love a person so humble, she really feel that she may be crazy.

"I, I think so." Zhuang Ya looked at Yan Lecheng and said, "you can say anything but marry me."

"Yes." Yan Lecheng nodded his head.

"Go with me." Zhuang Ya pretended to be relaxed and said, "just get in touch with me."

"What?" Yan Lecheng was stunned, but Zhuang Ya asked for it.

"You can say anything yourself." Zhuang Ya's voice was a little shaky. Looking at Yan Lecheng's eyes was just like her secret love, humble and careful with a trace of unwillingness.

"I can't give you any promise, not even like you." Yan Lecheng grabs his hair and gets bored.