Play Nice

Chapter 542 Chapter 542: Kouri Yao Lingsuo Episode 3 (one more)
That night, she had a nightmare. She dreamed of a three-headed monster that could eat people, lying on the roof of the bus, one head got into the car through the window, and swallowed her...

After waking up, she didn't fall asleep again, and the feeling of heart palpitations lingered all the time.

Right now, she was restless, and once again felt inexplicable palpitations and uneasiness.

The man came over, walking slowly, took off his sunglasses, and separated the hands she and Qiao Shupei were holding with the temples.

"Break up with him and stay with me."

A nonsensical sentence, like a joke.

Yao Lingsuo retreated instinctively: "I don't know you." Her foreign language is very good, without the slightest accent, her voice is very soft, and everything she says is gentle and gentle.

Keri took out a handkerchief from his pocket, unfolded it, held a corner of the handkerchief, and shook it: "Do you remember?"

His hair changed color, from black to silver.Silver is more suitable for him, very handsome, very un"righteous", like the kind of dandy in a noble family who is the most ignorant of etiquette.

Qiao Shupei recognized the handkerchief, and put Yao Lingsuo behind him, with a bookish air, even if his tone was a bit cold, he didn't seem forceful: "My girlfriend told me that I don't know you." He turned to Yao Lingsuo and said, "Let's go. "

"Ah."

The two left holding hands.

Meilu came from afar.

"Boss, Mr. Sturt has arrived in the empire." Melu's imperial speech was not good, and he called Cen Si Mr. Sturt.

Keri crumpled up the handkerchief and threw it into the trash can.

uninteresting.

Cen Si is boring, and the little couple holding hands with each other is even more boring.

*****
"The man just now, have you seen him?"

Yao Lingsuo turned his head slightly, and took a shallow look: "I saw it once, on the bus." She didn't say anything about the man's behavior as a disciple.

Qiao Shupei frowned and remained silent.

"what happened?"

"The feeling he gives me..." Qiao Shupei is a gentleman of letters, he doesn't judge others lightly, so he chose a very euphemistic way of saying, "It's not very good."

Yao Lingsuo also felt the same way.

"Let's stay away from him."

"it is good."

They went to the other side of the Lover's Bridge.

The man who made them feel bad was still standing on the bridge.

*****
The next day was Saturday, and Yao Lingsuo had no class in the afternoon.June in Nyalado is very cool, and it is the peak tourist season. The streets are full of Watson flowers, and the pink and white petals are scattered all over the streets and alleys.

There was a light rain in the morning, and the town where Yao Ling locked was by the sea. The air after the rain was very humid. At dusk, there was still a little bit of light mist floating in the sunlight, lingering indistinctly on the top of the clouds.

Yao Lingsuo's room is on the second floor, and the window is facing Billy Linghai in the distance. Holding a foreign novel in her hand, she has been sitting quietly for a long time.When she was at home, her father never allowed her to read "idle books", and her father's restraint was counterproductive. Now she loves all kinds of "idle books".

"Gemma."

The landlady called her downstairs, but the landlady couldn't pronounce Yao Lingsuo, and Gemma was her foreign name.

She put down her book and went downstairs.

The landlady just turned half a century last year, and like many Guz people, she has a big frame and a plump figure. When she saw the slender and thin Yao Lingsuo for the first time, she was very worried that she would be blown away by the storm in Nyalado.

"There are your flowers outside the door, a big bouquet."

The flowers do not need to be signed for, they are placed at the door.

The landlady said: "Charles is really a romantic man."

The landlady thought that the flowers were sent by Qiao Shupei, but the message on the card was not in the imperial text.

Yao Lingsuo guessed who it was, and walked to the trash can outside the house with the flowers in his arms.The neighbor of the landlady happened to see it, and said it was a pity to throw it away, and asked if it could be given to her, so that she could make dried flowers.

Yao Lingsuo gave the flowers to the landlord's wife's neighbor.

After that, Yao Lingsuo would receive a bouquet of flowers every day, sometimes red roses, sometimes stars, and sometimes blue ice, always delivered at six o'clock in the evening.The neighbor's wife laughed and said that there was no place to dry flowers in the yard.

Today, Yao Lingsuo specially waited at the door early.

It was a man who came to deliver the flowers. I don't know if he was from a flower shop. As usual, he nodded to Yao Lingsuo and put the flowers at the door.

"Don't send it again." Yao Lingsuo said, "If you send it again, I will throw it away."

But the flowers will still be delivered on time every day.

I saw Keri again a week later, in the campus library of the University of Florida.

Yao Lingsuo was immersed in the book, when a note suddenly pushed in front of her, which disturbed her originally quiet personal world.

"Yao Lingsuo."

Her name was written crookedly on the note, and it seemed to have her own thoughts.

She looked up to the opposite side, and the first thing she saw was a head of silver hair.

"Is this how your name is written?"

He can speak imperial dialect, and it is very standard.

She didn't know how long he had been here, she was so absorbed in the book that she didn't notice at all.

He propped his chin, and borrowed the paper and pen from the next door with his face. The expensive formal coat was casually draped on the chair. He didn't wear a tie, and the collarbone and muscles of the black shirt were generously exposed, which was very enchanting. : "My maternal grandfather was an imperial man, I can say it, but I can't write it well."

He transliterated his name, wrote it next to Yao Lingsuo's name, and pushed it over to show her.

Cory.

The flowers a few days ago were all sent by him.

Yao Lingsuo's knowledge in the relationship between men and women is very lacking, but she is not too dull. She refused politely and decisively: "Sir, I have a boyfriend."

Keri was very generous: "I don't mind being a mistress."

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　　It has been modified for a long time, there should be six changes
　　
　
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