Frank and strict

The restroom was not far from the lounge. When Yang Juan came out after using the restroom, when he returned to find Zhuo Lan on the same road, he was blocked by an angry He Lang.

The other party stopped him by the wall of the aisle, lowered his head and locked his eyes on his face, gritted his teeth and said, "Are you lying to me again?"

Yang Juan didn't know why, but he still opened his mouth to explain reflexively, his tone was anxious and flustered: "I never lied to you again."

"What's the matter with your name?" He Lang laughed back angrily, with a self-deprecating arc on his lips, "You still want to lie to me that your name is Zhuo Lan?"

Yang Juan looked back at him blankly, obviously he didn't realize that He Lang didn't know his name yet, "My name is Yang Juan." He paused, and couldn't help but add, "I didn't lie to you that I It's called Zhuo Lan."

He Lang's memory confirmed his words, the other party did not seem to have said it himself.His expression softened slightly, but thinking that he had memorized the wrong name for two months, his expression was still not much better, "Who is Zhuo Lan? You were in the cafeteria that day, why did you take his meal card?"

"Zhuo Lan is my roommate. I lost my meal card, so I borrowed his." Yang Juan replied truthfully.

He Lang was silent for two seconds, and asked in a calm voice, "Which Yang? Which volume?"

Yang Juan said in a low voice, "Yang of the poplar tree, a roll of the woolen roll."

He Lang was taken aback for a moment, then quickly concealed the emotion in his eyes, his eyes fluttered over the curly hair on his head, "How do I know if you are lying to me again?"

Yang Juan asked him obediently: "How do you want me to prove it?"

In fact, He Lang already believed most of it in his heart, not to mention that Yang Juan once mentioned his nickname in the game, the two names Yang Juan and Zhuo Lan were put together, obviously the former was more likely to remind him of the person in front of him.

But he still stretched his face and asked: "I want to see your ID card."

Yang Juan looked a little embarrassed when he heard this, "I didn't bring my ID card."

He Lang said: "Then show it to me when you go back."

Yang Juan obediently agreed: "Okay."

After the game in the morning, the group went to the cafeteria of the University for dinner.He Lang and the fourth child had acquaintances at the University of Sports, and they left after watching the game.The members of the basketball team will go back to school in the evening, Zhuo Lan also plans to go back with them in the evening.

Yang Juan received a call from his tutor and decided to leave after dinner.

Zhuo Lan had no objection to this, Song Qing looked a little regretful, and offered to take him to the bus stop in front of the school.Yang Juan was not familiar with the campus of the University of Physical Education, so he did not refuse.

The two walked to the nearest bus stop, and Song Qing once again offered to accompany him to wait for the bus.Yang Juan quickly shook his head and said no, Song Qing didn't insist, but before leaving, he took out his mobile phone and added him as a friend on WeChat.

When the two faced each other and bowed their heads to become friends, He Lang was sitting in the car on the side of the road.Seeing him and Song Qing walking in front of the bus station from a distance, He Lang raised his eyelids and followed them involuntarily.

The fourth child sat on the co-pilot and made a phone call. He Lang put his hands on the steering wheel and waited for him absent-mindedly.After hanging up the phone, He Lang tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips, turned his face and asked him, "What did Shao Ye say?"

"He said let's go and show up." The fourth child answered.

"Then go." He Lang started the car, drove slowly along the road, and tilted his eyes to the bus stop by the road without any trace.

Song Qing had already left, and only Yang Juan was left standing on the side of the road waiting for the bus.After getting closer, the fourth child also noticed Yang Juan in front of the station.He stretched out his hand and pointed to the front right, motioning He Lang to look.

Only then did He Lang stop the car.

The fourth child lowered the car window and shouted at Yang Juan's station: "Why are you here alone?"

Yang Juan focused his eyes on the face of the fourth child, walked a few steps towards him and said, "I have something to go back to school first."

The old four looked regretful, "Unfortunately, we still have something to do, otherwise we could drop by and pick you up—"

He Lang's voice passed over him, "What time?"

The fourth child closed his mouth and leaned back into the chair to make room for them to speak.

Yang Juan gave a soft ah, but didn't understand what he meant, "What?"

"What time do you want to deal with your affairs?" He Lang turned his face to the side and asked indifferently.

"It's fine before six o'clock." Meeting his gaze from inside the car, Yang Juan blinked and said.

"Get in the car." He Lang said concisely.

Yang Juan let out another ah.

"You get on the bus first." He Lang urged him impatiently, "You can't park here at the bus station."

Yang Juan didn't say anything more, opened the door of the back seat and bent over to get in.He Lang started the car and slowly merged into the traffic in the middle of the road ahead.

Seeing that he seemed to have no intention of explaining, the fourth child turned back from the co-pilot and said, "We also have to go back to school, but before we go back, we have to go to other places. You may have to wait for us for half an hour."

Yang Juan sat in the back politely and replied, "Okay."

He Lang first drove to the private club they frequented.

There was a birthday party over there today, and the two birthday gifts that the fourth child bought yesterday were still thrown in the back seat of the car.He Lang didn't know the birthday people very well, and he didn't want to see Liao Chang'an too much, so he didn't plan to go there, and he planned to entrust someone to deliver the birthday present.

It wasn't until Shao Ye called just now that He Lang didn't refuse anymore, and planned to go for a cutscene with the fourth child and then leave.

The car drove for about half an hour, and Yang Juan sat quietly in the back the whole time, without making any sound.

After arriving at the club half an hour later, the person in charge of parking the car was already waiting by the door. He Lang and the fourth child got out of the car and found that there was still no movement on the back seat door, so He Lang had to go back and open the door.

After the car door was opened, he saw Yang Juan huddled crookedly in the back row, already asleep.

For some unknown reason, He Lang didn't wake him up. Instead, after a few seconds of silence, he exited and closed the car door, turned to the people in the clubhouse and said, "I'll stop the car by myself, you don't have to worry about it."

Hearing the words, the fourth child stood a few steps away and asked, "What's wrong?"

He Lang didn't answer him, but just looked at him as usual, "You go up first, and I'll come over after I stop the car."

The fourth child didn't ask any more questions, turned around and disappeared into the gate of the clubhouse.

He Lang bent down and sat back in the driver's seat, and drove the car into the underground parking lot of the clubhouse.After the car was parked, he got down and opened the rear door, looking straight from the seat.

The gift bag containing the gifts was placed on the left side of Yang Juan, but he was standing on Yang Juan's right side.Yang Juan turned his back to him and leaned to the right.If he wanted to get the gift bag from this side, he had to pass in front of Yang Juan first.

He Lang frowned slightly, turned around to the right side of the car without hesitation, bent over and entered the car, with one hand propped on the seat, and the other reaching out to get the paper bag containing the gift.

Before his hand touched the bag, his eyes met Yang Juan's sleeping face at close range.The other party lowered his head, half of his cheek was pressed against the back of the seat, his eyes were closed tightly, his lips were curled into a cute curve, and his face and the tip of his nose were slightly red when he slept.

He Lang stared at him for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he withdrew his gaze with complicated emotions and subtly, and hooked the handle of the paper bag with his hands.

The paper bag didn't move at all under the strength of his hook.

He Lang raised his eyes, only to find that a corner of the paper bag was pressed under his body by Yang Juan.He frowned even tighter, adjusted his posture and sat down beside Yang Juan, grabbed the paper bag sideways, and slowly pulled it out.

The lower half of the paper bag slowly emerged from under Yang Juan's body, and Yang Juan's body also slowly followed the strength in his hand, tilting towards his direction.

He Lang immediately stopped his movements and looked cautiously at Yang Juan's face.He still looked like he was asleep, and there was no sign of waking up.

Subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief, the lines of his face tensed unconsciously, he carefully freed his hand to support his body, and gently moved the paper bag out with the other hand.

Yang Juan's body did not turn over from the backrest, and the sound of his breathing fell in He Lang's ears, still at a steady and gentle frequency.After the paper bag was pulled out, He Lang let go of the hand that was holding his body, turned around and straddled his legs to get out of the car.

Suddenly there was a small rubbing sound behind him, He Lang paused slightly, retracted his half-stretched leg, and turned his head to look sideways.

Little by little, Yang Juan's curly and fluffy head was pressing on the half of the cheek on the backrest, and it was slowly sliding down unconsciously, and finally fell to a completely vacated position. Without the support of the backrest, his head was facing straight He Lang fell over.

He Lang's breathing fluctuated for a moment, and he threw away the paper bag as if he was facing an enemy, and reached out to support his upside-down head.

Yang Juan's soft and warm cheek pressed against his fingers and fell into his dry palm.

He Lang's figure froze suddenly, but the hands holding his face did not move away for a long time.Restless, he touched Yang Juan's face in a strange way.

The author says:

He Lang: Damn it, how can a man's face be so soft and easy to touch?

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