What makes you think I will always like you?

Lin Miaomiao made several shocked expressions in succession, looking unbelievable.

Liang Zhirou: What else could happen...

She was a little confused. It seemed that her ideal progress speed was a snail's pace in the eyes of others.

At this time, Lin Miaomiao sent another message: "It's okay. As a melon-eater, I feel a bit pity when I see that the imagined plot did not happen. Speaking of which, a roommate in my dormitory stayed with her boyfriend for two weeks. Just did everything.”

Liang Zhirou opened her collar slightly, looked at the red mark next to her collarbone through the small mirror in the room, and then quickly continued to block it.

She and Chen Lu had only reached this level so far, and for the rest...she wasn't mentally prepared yet.

Liang Zhirou: Then am I not normal...

Lin Miaomiao: It’s not that you are abnormal, it’s just that when mistakes become mainstream, correct ideas will become mistakes.

I'm joking a little more. If I didn't call you stupid, it would make me suspect that I'm not normal.

I'm just watching the fun and don't mind it. Funny.jpg

"What are you doing?"

After a while, Chen Lu saw Liang Zhirou sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her mobile phone. He approached her and asked, but as soon as he finished asking, he got the answer in his heart.

It was either Lin Miaomiao or Chen Mo, and it couldn't be anyone else.

Although Chen Mo still brought his mobile phone to school in his senior year of high school, he seemed to be studying very seriously recently, so it was most likely Lin Miaomiao.

Realizing that her free hand was being held, Liang Zhirou gently held it back, "I'm chatting with Miaomiao."

"She definitely didn't tell you anything serious." Chen Lu joked.

Liang Zhirou hummed sheepishly.

Chen Lu didn't need to look at the chat page to guess what this social terrorist probably said. It was nothing more than asking about last night's situation, "As the saying goes, those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black. Be careful of being polluted by her thoughts."

Liang Zhirou tilted her head, "Is Miaomiao black?"

"No, she's yellow."

......

Chen Lu felt the calluses on the girl's palms and said softly: "The calluses on your hands are getting better."

Liang Zhirou nodded, looked up at him and asked, "Do you feel more comfortable playing a gangster?"

"Can the matter of boyfriend and girlfriend be called hooliganism?" Chen Lulu did not change his expression and continued to squeeze the girl's hand softly, which was a relief. "This is called enhancing feelings."

After saying that, he smiled again, "But I still have to congratulate you for getting better and better at joking, even if it's based on mocking your boyfriend."

Chen Lu found that he always subconsciously lamented that Liang Zhirou had changed a lot recently. Although this Hanhan was still so weak and shy, she became somewhat more playful in front of him.

It's normal. This Hanhan is still a 19-year-old girl after all, but she has been suppressed for too long. In addition to being gentle and shy, she should also have the liveliness unique to her age.

He...has also changed. Liang Zhirou changed him with her actions, making him more and more confident and convinced of his feelings for this naive person.

Looking back, judging from Liang Zhirou's reaction, it should have been obvious that she liked him, but she couldn't believe it at the beginning, and she was still unsure about it until the moment she decided to confess her love.

"I'm not joking." When Chen Lu's thoughts were racing, Liang Zhirou suddenly said seriously.

The girl really felt strange, "I really want you to feel more comfortable when you hold my hand."

Before she was with Chen Lu, she was reluctant to waste time and money on taking care of her hands.

Chen Lu: "..."

He took a few deep breaths as quietly as possible.

How about marrying this idiot home now? I really can't stand it anymore.

The marriage certificate is just a piece of paper, you must immediately trick her into taking her home as your wife.

Liang Zhirou looked at Chen Lu with a strange expression and asked curiously: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Chen Lu stood up and walked to the door, cleared his throat vigorously, "It's okay, let's have breakfast."

After breakfast, a lot of things that Chen Lu bought online just arrived, and Liang Zhirou started to help Chen Lu clean up the house. After buying everything needed for daily life, people will consider buying something to increase their happiness.

After all, humans are very enjoyable creatures.

Even though it was a rented house, Chen Lu was still very interested in fussing with it. After all, he had no plans to move before buying the wedding house.

A house with two bedrooms and one living room can be large or small. If you buy a few things, it will look very lifelike. Flowers and grass, even though they may not even be able to support themselves, they still have to be put out when they should.

The most eye-catching thing is the lazy sofa he placed in the living room. He deliberately chose a larger size. It is just right for two people to sit on it and watch a movie together.

There is no need to go to the cinema to buy couple seats.

By the time everything was sorted out, it was almost noon.

Chen Lu sat down on the soft sofa, almost sinking in. He opened his arms towards Liang Zhirou, who was placing flower pots on the balcony, "Come here quickly."

Liang Zhirou walked up to him slowly, turned away and pursed her lips, gritted her teeth and closed her eyes before hugging him.

Chen Lu held the girl tightly in his arms and looked at the floor that had just been mopped.

It really feels like home.

Although I have never succeeded in sleeping in the same room.

"Auntie won't come here suddenly, right?" Liang Zhirou suddenly stood up and looked at Chen Lu nervously.

When Chen Lu was on the phone just now, the other party seemed to mention it.

"possible."

Chen Lu said truthfully, "You should be aware of my mother's temper. To put it nicely, there is no generation gap with you. To put it worst..."

Forget it, if you say it harshly, you will die.

"Then, what should we do?" Liang Zhirou couldn't understand why Chen Lu was so calm. It was a good thing that he wasn't caught red-handed. But if he was caught red-handed like this, wouldn't it be completely justified?

"We didn't do anything, why are you so guilty?"

"Isn't this called doing nothing?"

Chen Lu blinked at her, looking shocked and innocent, "What have we done? Classmate Liang Zhirou, your thoughts are unqualified. We are upright and are not afraid of slanted shadows. If my mother wants to come, let her come. I'm afraid What?"

Liang Zhirou pouted and ignored him. This person must be eager to be misunderstood. When the time comes, he will definitely use the opportunity to break the pot, and then trick herself into living with him at every turn.

He didn't care about innocence, and he might even be willing to be misunderstood and get beaten.

Liang Zhirou suddenly felt that she was much smarter, and now she could guess what Chen Lu was planning.

If you suffer too much, you will always become smarter - especially when all the losses come from the same person.

Her brain has analyzed it clearly, analyzing all the machinations of the man in front of her clearly.

But her body involuntarily fell into Chen Lu's arms, greedily feeling the feeling of peace of mind, and whispered uncontrollably:

"What you said makes sense..."