Don't mess with Bai Yueguang [Quick wear]

The weather in autumn is joyful and unpredictable. One second the sun is warm, and the next second there may be a cool autumn wind.

Song Ruoshi waved hands to part with her colleagues. Her soft long curly hair was scattered on the coffee-colored windbreaker. The loose design style brought her a bit of laziness. Song Ruoshi raised her hand to stroke her long hair that was hanging down, showing With that delicate face in her hands, she leisurely walked towards the parking lot.

On the front of the car, there were several pieces of ginkgo leaves scattered. These fallen leaves would not attract Song Ruoshi's attention as usual, but this time the ginkgo leaves were regularly placed on the front of the car, forming a clumsy heart shape appearance.

Song Ruoshi frowned, she thought it was some boring person doing something grandstanding, impatient eyes showed in her always gentle eyes, she pursed her mouth, intending to wave away the ginkgo leaves, she didn't I want to play around with these people leisurely.

But a girl with ponytails wearing a large beige sweater popped out next to the car. She was wearing a mask, and people could see her round almond eyes at a glance. Just looking at her clothes, she thought she was a high school student, but she Wearing a conspicuous ear stud on her left ear, no other high school student would dare to dress like that unless she wanted to be reprimanded by the dean.

Therefore, her appearance was like a surprise that fell from the sky, making Song Ruoshi's eyes light up slightly, shining like stars.

"Oman?!"

Song Ruoshi subconsciously looked around and found that there was nothing unusual, so he was relieved.

She glanced at Aman reproachfully. Although the two of them agreed to have dinner together today, Song Ruoshi did not expect Aman to come to him so boldly. If something was photographed, wouldn't it implicate Aman?

No, she was just having dinner with her friends, why did she think of something else.

Song Ruoshi patted the center of her eyebrows, she now found out that her concern for Aman has surpassed that of ordinary friends.

Aman put his hands behind his back, shaking his ponytail and said: "Mr. Song, don't worry, I'm fully armed. Look at me, do you think I still look like the star Riemann?"

Song Ruoshi decided to teach this startled girl a lesson. She stretched out her hand and pressed Oman's head. The bow on the ponytail was a bit thorny, just like her. She looked soft and easy to bully, but in fact it was her. Put away your own spiky illusion.

"It really doesn't look like it, it looks like a high school student."

Song Ruoshi was mature and elegant, and the teasing smile he gave her when he bent down was even more charming.

Aman held her arm and said, "Don't worry, I didn't have a little tail following me when I came out of the set, not to mention I've changed my clothes now, no one will recognize me."

Song Ruoshi looked down at her sly eyes, smiled casually, and said, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered by standing alone in front of my car and placing these ginkgo leaves?"

Aman pointed to the yellow love heart and said, "Passers-by might think I'm waiting for my parents to pick me up. Don't forget, today is Friday."

"You're taking advantage of me again."

Aman bumped her with his arm, and said: "The ones that came out are too soon to be bought as flowers for you, so I can only use local materials."

Song Ruoshi stared at her, with a lingering tone, sighed and said: "Your romance really makes me..."

"What's wrong with you?"

She smiled lightly, took out her mobile phone from her satchel, and took a picture of the scenery on the front of the car. After finishing everything, she gently rubbed the top of Aman's hair, and added what she said before, "Let me be defeated .”

Song Ruoshi looked sideways, full of smiles, as if what she just said was just Oman's illusion, she opened the car door and said, "Get in the car, isn't it cold to stand stupidly?"

Aman stretched out his hands and hugged her slender waist directly, and shouted excitedly: "I knew that Teacher Song would definitely be defeated by me!"

She poked Aman away with her finger and said, "Stupid, correct me, you haven't defeated me yet."

Aman was not discouraged, her eyes were shining, she raised her small head, and when she was talking, she blew up her mask again and again, it was so cute.

"It's a matter of time anyway."

Song Ruoshi got into the car and smiled at Aman, who blushed and ran to the other car door and sat on the co-pilot.

Song Ruoshi squinted, "Why don't you sit in the back?"

"Teacher Song is not the driver, so I won't sit in the back."

She didn't break through Oman's little thoughts, and said, "The ghost is clever."

The car was started, and the ginkgo leaf on the front of the car was invited by the wind, danced with it, scattered around the car body, as if saying goodbye to Oman, and then, separated, completed the romantic mission entrusted to it by Oman .

"Mr. Song, if you compare my current acting skills with Gu Qian's, who is better?"

Song Ruoshi tightened her hand holding the steering wheel, she was a little puzzled, "Why are you asking this?"

Trapped by the seat belt, she twisted her body uneasily, and said, "She didn't provoke me first, otherwise I wouldn't be as knowledgeable as her."

Song Ruoshi thought of Gu Qian's domineering temperament, and asked with concern: "When Gu Qian was the same age as you, her acting skills were not as good as yours."

These words failed to comfort Aman, but instead made her put her hands in her hands and look at Song Ruoshi angrily.

Just in front of her was a red light, Song Ruoshi looked at her with concentration, and said helplessly, "Why are you angry again?"

"You still say, you even remember clearly what Gu Qian looked like at the age of 23. Teacher Song, you are not good at all!"

Song Ruoshi couldn't help laughing out loud when she heard the words. She leaned her head on the steering wheel with one hand, and instead of being angry because of Aman's sudden willfulness, she explained to her softly: "The point is not what she is at 23 years old. Look, the point is that I am comforting you."

She only cared about the girl in front of her, she couldn't think of Gu Qian's 23 years old.

Aman looked at her quietly, her eyes gradually softened, she raised the corners of her mouth, pulled her body, and said, "Mr. Song, do you know why I like you?"

Song Ruoshi was startled, the girl in front of him was too straightforward, but this kind of frankness hit his heart the most, and he couldn't explain why, but Song Ruoshi liked this kind of treatment very much.

Her eyebrows were bent, she was calm and elegant, and she was looking at Oman, both of them had each other in their eyes.

"Because, I will always be impressed by your tenderness."

She was a little surprised by this answer, gentle?Always be impressed by me?

Oman secretly pressed the button of the seat belt, and the shackles that trapped her disappeared all of a sudden. She held Song Ruoshi's face with both hands, and gently planted a kiss on her right cheek, like a touch of warmth in winter , making people particularly nostalgic.

"A... Oman."

Song Ruoshi was stunned, but Aman said, "The light is green."

The red light in front turned into a green light for driving, as if the relationship between the two of them had undergone a new change.

The faces of the two people who ate dinner were flushed. They left the heating, and the weather outside seemed to be even colder.

Aman got into Song Ruoshi's windbreaker, but it was barely able to cover her, maybe because of the previous kiss, Song Ruoshi indulged her more and more.

The two of them stood under the streetlight, next to Song Ruoshi's car.

Aman said: "The hotel over there is a bit far from the city center. Teacher Song really wants to take me back?"

Song Ruoshi raised his eyebrows lazily and chuckled, "Could it be that I can't even pay for the gas?"

Aman buried in her arms and laughed, and said: "Remember to take the work card I gave you before, and when you want to come to me to play, wear it and the crew will let you in."

"Ok, I know."

"Hey, this time I joined the group, I can't get out for two months. Mr. Song is the mainstay of the drama theater and he is very busy. It's pity for me to stay alone in the cold crew and be tortured by bad women."

The bad girl she was talking about was naturally Gu Qian. Song Ruoshi patted her head and said, "Did I tell you that we graduated from the same school before?"

Aman shook his head, "No."

"I'm in the same high school as her, and she's a year younger than me. We used to cooperate on school celebrations before, but we lost contact after graduation. We met again at the Huahua Theater a year ago."

"Hmph, don't mention this Gu Qian, she is not a good person."

Song Ruoshi smiled, "I'm also half of the entertainment industry. I've heard of Gu Qian's reputation, but I didn't expect that shy girl back then to become what she is now."

Aman clenched his arms tightly, with a bit of strength, and Song Ruoshi, who was being held back, glared at her angrily.

Aman was still reluctant to hurt her, so he quickly let go of his arms, raised his face, and said, "Mr. Song, I will definitely beat Gu Qian in acting!"

Song Ruoshi laughed in her heart, but seeing Aman's stubborn eyes, she nodded in agreement: "I will."

I hope there is a soft-hearted god who can hear my prayer and make her wish come true.

Thank you.

The author has something to say:

Aman: Even Mr. Song's windbreaker is fragrant! =v=

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