Quickly wear black and fall in love with white lotus

Xiuya outside the window seemed to give up, she fumbled in her pocket for a long time and put her hands to her ears, she seemed to be talking on the phone, and kept walking back and forth during the period, as if she was still searching for Lu Lehan's direction.

Biting the pearl sucked up from her mouth, Lu Lehan watched her expressionlessly squatting on the ground after making the phone call, her hands wrapped around her knees, helpless.

The crowd passed by him, people kept casting their gazes, and even a few little girls squatted down and patted her on the shoulder to talk to her, but they would stand up again in less than half a minute each time.

Finally, when a boy squatted next to her for nearly 2 minutes, Xiuya stood up abruptly, took out her mobile phone and put it in front of her ear, made a call and walked away.

When Xiuya's figure disappeared into Lu Lehan's eyes, the milk tea in his hand had just finished drinking.

Pushing the cup forward, Lu Lehan leaned on the sofa and watched the little fat man who just made eye contact with him eating French fries, stood up and went to buy a cup of milk tea, chewed on the straw and watched the people coming and going on the street.

"Go home," Song Anyu stood outside the window and stared at him, opening and closing his mouth.

Lu Lehan wanted to laugh but couldn't make an expression. After drinking the first cup of milk tea, he was no longer sad, but why did he feel that the first cup of milk tea was for nothing after seeing Song Anyu.

He took a big mouthful of milk tea and swallowed it down. He just smiled sweetly at the little girl with a round face, and the little girl smiled back at him.

Lu Lehan is typically greedy, not only seeing such a cute smile, but also cheekily asking people to add more sugar to him.

However, handsome or beautiful people are indeed treated unfairly. The little girl put two cubes of sugar in it, and after taking a big gulp, Lu Lehan's entire face wrinkled.

When he opened his eyes again, Song Anyu was no longer outside the window. Before he could show any expression, he heard a familiar voice whispering in his ears: "Go home."

Lu Lehan turned around and hooked the corners of his mouth, tightly holding the milk tea with too much sugar in it, and stretched out his other hand to put it in front of Song Anyu, and said softly, "Well, go home."