Someone always wants to control me [Rebirth]

Facing the mirror, Yu An'an stuck out her tongue like a puppy, with the tip of her pink tongue slightly raised.

"What are you doing?" Wu Zhiwei held the toiletries and looked at her.

Facing the mirror, Yu An'an carefully observed the tip of her tongue, and her words were vague, "The tongue...is weird..."

Wu Zhiwei stepped forward, lowered his eyebrows and took a serious look, and even stretched out his hand to tease the other's softness: "It hurts?"

Yu An'an was so frightened that she quickly retracted her tongue, her eyes widened unconsciously: "It doesn't hurt."

Wu Zhiwei nodded, turned on the faucet, and curled his lips slightly: "Drink a glass of warm water later."

Yu An'an keenly felt that Wu Zhiwei was in a good mood now, and she didn't know which of her actions pleased him, so she said in a daze, "Okay."

However, his eyes fell on Wu Zhiwei from time to time, the tip of his tongue touched the roof of his mouth in a daze, his face blushed slightly, and his heartbeat accelerated unconsciously: "Zhiwei, have you noticed that our relationship is so good?"

Wu Zhiwei, who lowered her eyebrows and washed her hands, paused. She raised her head and looked at Yu An'an, with obvious confusion in her eyes: "Is the relationship okay?"

Yu An'an, who had been closely watching Wu Zhiwei's expression, hurriedly said: "No, it's just..."

The voices of Wu Chuxue and Tang Shi came from the ear, the timing of the test was wrong, Yu An'an could only stop this topic, swallowed the words in his mouth, and said: "I am very happy."

"Auntie, good morning Sister An An." Wu Chuxue happily greeted Wu Zhiwei and Yu An'an.

It feels good to sleep with Tang Shi, and because Tang Shi said to take her to the mountain to pick fruits, I feel very good.

Yu An'an turned her head, looked at Wu Chuxue's white face, and greeted with a smile: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Wu Chuxue nodded, Tang Shi also nodded beside her, the smile on her face couldn't be concealed.

Wu Chuxue's eyes on Wu Zhiwei were still clear and cold as usual, but she always felt that her aunt was upset with her, did she interrupt something?

Wu Chuxue glanced at the gentle Yu An'an, she was no different from usual, she didn't think too much, and said, "Sister An'an, hurry up, go pick the fruit later."

Yu Anan amusedly made room for Wu Chuxue, looked at Wu Zhiwei, and said, "I'm going to make breakfast."

Wu Zhiwei followed naturally: "I'll help you."

The two just walked hand in hand, Wu Chuxue: "..." Aunt is in a bad mood, it really is her illusion.

The breakfast is not too complicated, a simple bowl of vermicelli with water, and a fried poached egg.

After eating, they put on long-sleeved sneakers, and the four of them went up the mountain with a small basket.

After walking for about half an hour, Yu An'an and the others finally arrived at the orchard. This orchard was planted by her aunt's house. Tang Shi greeted her yesterday and gave 1000 yuan.

It was the first time for Wu Chuxue to pick fruit. When she came to the orchard, she sniffed the strong fruit fragrance and walked around with a basket. Tang Shi only had time to tell Yu Anan and Wu Zhiwei, and trotted after Wu Chuxue.

Yu Anan looked at the excited backs of the two, and his eyes fell on a large purple-red fruit tree. Not far from them, the branches were broken because of too many fruits. Yu Anan pointed there, "Zhiwei, we Let's go."

Wu Zhiwei nodded, looked at the somewhat uneven muddy ground, reached out to hold Yu Anan's hand, and smiled slightly: "Be careful of the slippery road."

Yu An'an squeezed Wu Zhiwei's hand with a smile, smiling like a bear drinking honey, "You're here."

Wu Zhiwei was keenly aware of the change in Yu An'an's state of mind, becoming bolder and presumptuous, but she didn't ask any questions, she was an excellent hunter, and she just waited for the prey to fall into the net.

Yu Anan became so active only because she seemed to realize that Wu Zhiwei was different to her. In the past, she was too nervous and shy, so she didn't think much about it, but today, although Wu Chuxue interrupted her, there was a Thoughts flashed in her head.

Wu Zhiwei was really kind to her.

Even if they are friends, it shouldn't be like this. She, Yu Lan and Meng Linger are good friends, but they won't be so clingy.

Obviously, Wu Zhiwei didn't notice anything wrong, but now she likes Wu Zhiwei, her sweetheart's actions and words are infinitely magnified by her, even over-speculated.

Yu An'an didn't know if she was too imaginative, she came to a conclusion.

Wu Zhiwei obviously liked her, but he didn't know it.

What she has to do now is to let Wu Zhiwei feel her liking, which is different from liking for friends.

Rather, want to be a lover's favorite.

Wu Zhiwei seemed to be ignorant of Yu An'an's changes, and squeezed Yu An'an's palm back, and the two looked at each other and smiled, with love for each other hidden in their eyes, but Yu Anan couldn't hide things all the time. He couldn't hide his love at all, Wu Zhiwei pushed his glasses and turned his eyes away, but the tips of his ears under the strands of hair were hot red.

The broken branch, looking at the broken marks, reckoned it was broken not long ago, just in time for them to pick it. Yu Anan reached out and picked a purple-red fruit, took out a tissue and wiped it carefully, and handed it to Wu Zhiwei, her eyes sparkling. , the dimples on both sides of the cheeks are obedient and soft, as if the gift is not fruit but a bouquet of roses, a rose expressing love: "Try it?"

Unabashed enthusiasm.

Wu Zhiwei didn't expect that Yu An'an would be like this when facing the person she likes.

So passionate that she wanted to kiss her hard, lick her dimples.

But not yet, not yet.

She didn't seem to notice Yu An'an's weird behavior at all, she took the fruit Yu Anan handed over with a calm demeanor, took a bite lightly, the sweetness covered up the faint sour taste, and her elegant eyes were stained: "very sweet."

Yu An'an's originally bright eyes seemed to be filled with stars, and the dimples on his cheeks deepened. He took the fruit in Wu Zhiwei's hand with his fingertips, and bit it down, because he was too nervous to taste it. But the bottom of my heart is indeed extremely sweet, and the eyes look at Wu Zhiwei unabashedly: "It's very sweet."

Rarely, Wu Zhiwei, who was in control of everything, blinked blankly, and suddenly bent his lips reservedly, with a smile on his brows and eyes, and his voice was gentle and soft: "The one you choose is naturally sweet."

Wu Chuxue, who had picked a large fruit, came over happily to share it with the fruit, but saw pink bubbles around the two of them, sprinkled dog food inhumanely, and bit it indifferently. Fruit, turn around and leave.

The Tang poetry left alone looked at the two of them thoughtfully, as if they understood something, but they didn't understand anything.

A few people picked a basket full of fruits and were about to head back home when the weather in July changed as it said it would, and a summer rain fell suddenly.