Yuran smiled, "Really, nothing happened; all the classmates are quite nice!"
Bo Yan’s mother gave up; her cooking was actually not bad at all. Everything she made suited Yuran’s taste perfectly. As Yuran ate, she praised Bo Yan’s mother, making her beam with joy.
Bo Yan ate his own al slowly and with great composure, observing the custom of silence during als.
Yuran smiled with her eyes curved and lips bright white, resembling an innocent child. Bo Yan would occasionally glance at her, but he would quickly shift his gaze away.
However, his thoughts inevitably drifted far away.
He had not planned to co back originally. The new movie was in the planning stage, and ti was tight; he needed to polish the script and more.
Sohow, he thought of three days ago when his mother ntioned he should co ho because Yuran was finishing her military training and coming ho for dinner. It was as if by so evil force, and before he knew it, he was standing at the doorstep.
He did not anticipate hearing those words from the girl. She didn’t seem angry when she spoke. If one ignored the flowers she crushed in the palm of her hand, he might have believed her.
In his heart, his impression of the girl had always been that of a willful and unreasonable rich third-generation, brainless, all appetite with no self-control, losing all the dignity her ancestors left behind—a person who, even if she grew up straight, would definitely not be any creative or normal individual.
Of course, in his heart, the girl had always been a wayward girl beyond redemption, incapable of achieving anything she should at her age.
Every ti the two passed by each other at ho, the young lady’s overtly passionate gaze was hard to ignore, and he had no interest in giving her a second glance.
But from so point, this young lady began to shine brilliantly. Oh, from that ti she fell from the second floor and nearly lost her life, she began to deliberately distance herself from him. Every ti she saw him, she would politely and distantly call him ’Xiaoqi,’ without much sincerity, just perfunctory.
And every second, she restrained herself, keeping her distance, fostering a sense of unfamiliarity.
His gaze, following his mories, unconsciously fixed on the girl. Bo Yan looked at the girl in front of him seriously for the first ti and realized that she was very beautiful.
After her brightly colored hair had been replaced by smooth, jet-black hair, her delicate and beautiful features were even more accentuated. Her lips were red and her teeth white, with little dimples at the corners of her mouth when she smiled—sweet and appealing.
A chill ran through his heart; he quickly retracted his uncontrollable gaze. This feeling wasn’t good!
Without changing his deanor, he picked up a piece of barbecued sparerib that Yuran had barely touched with her chopsticks and brought it to his lips—Bo Yan’s mother had specifically prepared it for Yuran. Seeing her enjoying it so much, he spookily went along.
The sweet and salty taste spread through the tip of his tongue to his taste buds, causing him to frown slightly, not really liking the taste. Bo Yan’s mother questioned angrily, "Xiaoqi, you don’t even like barbecued spareribs. Don’t ss with the baby’s dish. That’s specially prepared for the baby. What are you picking at!"
Bo Yan: "..."
Yuran was also shocked but quickly responded, "Godmother, no, no, no, there’s plenty. If Xiaoqi wants to eat, let him eat; I can’t finish it anyway!"
Her mouth still full of at, her cheeks puffed out like a dolphin, looking a bit comical.
At that mont, Bo Yan’s gaze was profound, a slight sweep, and Yuran was startled, not daring to ponder the aning behind that look, swiftly shifting her gaze away.
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