The scheming beauty in Quick Travel is flirtatious and wild

Chapter 86 Boyfriend

Feeling the man's fingertips gently touching her cheek, Su Luo's eyes turned red and her heart softened a bit, but she still looked away angrily and said in a firm tone:

"Didn't you not let me touch you? Why are you taking the initiative to touch me now?"

Recalling the scene when he accidentally pushed her away out of jealousy when they were on the mountain, Chu Song's heart tightened and her fingers froze in the air. She felt unusually at a loss. She was brewing soft words in her heart, but she hesitated to speak.

However, Chu Song's unintentional silence caused the fire that had just subsided in her to come back and intensify, like a drop of water falling into boiling oil, causing the pot to explode in an instant.

The previous frustration and the pain from the wound turned into strong grievances, rolling in and overwhelming her reason. Su Luo lay down angrily, turned her back to him, and said in a hard and cold voice:
"Let's go, I'm sleepy."

The air was quiet.

She could feel the man's hand hovering on her shoulder. His fingers had clearly touched her sweater, but they still fell.

The air was quiet for a few minutes, no one spoke, and then the man's slow footsteps could be heard.

Most of Su Luo's face was buried in the pillow, staring at the wall, but her ears were perked up. She could hear Chu Song's fading voice, and then there was a snap, and the tent zipper opened and was zipped up again. .

The air was completely quiet.

Su Luo bit her lower lip, tears rolling down the corners of her eyes. Her heart felt sore and swollen as if it were soaked in water.

After a while, she sat up suddenly, kicked the quilt at her feet, and, feeling uneasy, grabbed the pillow at the head of the bed and threw it towards the door of the tent.

The pillow hit the canvas with a heavy thud, but didn't make much noise.

Ten minutes later, the tent was opened again.

As soon as Chu Song came in, he found a pillow lying on the ground at the door. It looked like it had been thrown over. He bent down to pick it up, patted it twice, and walked gently to the bed.

At this time, Su Luo still maintained the position before he left, lying on her side facing inward, as if she had fallen asleep. However, he was still keenly aware that her shoulders were stiff and there was no breathing up and down at all. She was obviously pretending to sleep.

Chu Song quietly walked over and sat down by the bed. Then, he raised his arm and gently put it on Su Luo's shoulder.

This time, she froze but did not pull away.

The corner of Chu Song's lips curled up, but he still put his hand on it, but did not force her to turn around. After a while, he slowly spoke, in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself:

"The little fairy is angry, what should I do?"

His voice is low and magnetic, with a reassuring power, like the sound of a bell in the morning, echoing in people's minds unconsciously.

Su Luo remained motionless.

"Why did I insist on saving that bird? It was pitch black all around. It fell from the tree and fell unconscious. What does it have to do with me?"

Su Luo's long eyelashes trembled and then stopped moving.

"I shouldn't make her angry, it's my fault, but she is also at fault..."

After hearing these words, Su Luo couldn't bear it any longer, sat up suddenly, stared back at him, and said angrily:

"I didn't know you were going to save the bird, you didn't tell me, you..."

Seeing the smile in his eyes, her voice suddenly choked in her throat, her eyes turned red, and her voice suddenly choked:

"Go away, didn't you leave? Why did you come back?"

She slumped her shoulders, and the tears in her eyes gathered into tears, but they were held in her eyes, unable to fall.

After not seeing the other person speak for a long time, Su Luo was completely annoyed and was about to yell at him regardless, but there was a sudden weight on the top of her head.

Su Luo was startled and couldn't help but turn her head and look at the full-length mirror in the corner.

Her current appearance was reflected in the glass mirror. Her small face was stained with tears, looking messy and mottled. Her eyeballs were red and swollen into two walnuts. Her mascara was washed away by tears and blackened on her eyes.

However, her eyes were fixed on the wreath in her hair.

Among the branches that are not too fresh, there are stars and golden leaves, and a bright red flower is pinned in the middle.

Gorgeous and fragrant.

After a long time, Su Luo gently took off the garland on her head, held it in her hands and looked at it, with a warm chest pressed against her back. She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and quickly tightened the expression on her face, and muttered awkwardly:

"too ugly."

Hearing this, Chu Song put his arms around her, rested his chin on the top of her hair, and laughed softly:

"Aren't you angry anymore?"

Su Luo turned around from his arms, sniffed, raised her eyelids, and glanced at him with red eyes. Regardless of saving her image, she just looked at him stubbornly with her panda eyes:

"...You pushed me."

Her voice was hoarse, full of infinite grievances, and Chu Song's heart softened completely.

"Well, I'm bad, can I call Luoluo back?"

He grabbed her uninjured hand, held the back of her hand and punched his own chest fiercely, every time, with great force.

Su Luo pretended to hit him hard several times before she couldn't bear to leave. She withdrew her hand and finally showed a smile on her face.

She leaned against his chest and played with the wreath in her hand, her movements gentle and her voice nasally:

"You climbed a tree?"

"Ah."

"What did you just call me?"

"Fall down."

"No, before that."

"...little fairy."

Su Luo felt beautiful in her heart.

Suddenly, the tent was unzipped, and Yun Duoduo's little head poked in, with a wrinkled expression:
"Oops, the tent has turned into a saccharin factory, it's crazy! Clean it up quickly, we'll set off in half an hour!"

After saying that, she retreated very consciously, complaining that she would never come to this ghost place again.

When Yun Duoduo's voice completely disappeared, Chu Song took the coat over. Su Luo was so limp that she couldn't exert herself, so she let him help her put on her clothes. When she saw him squatting down to put on her shoes and socks, Su Luo He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

In late autumn, it was not warm outside, Chu Song wrapped her up like a bear, picked her up and stepped into the car.

There were well-meaning cheers in the car, and Gu Xiaozhou even made an arrow poking his heart, which was exaggerated and funny.

Yun Duoduo bent her arms in response, made a gesture of drawing a bow and shooting an arrow, and shot Gu Xiaozhou with one stab. Gu Xiaozhou immediately cheered, making everyone laugh.

"You are enough."

With a smile in his eyes, Chu Song placed Su Luo on the seat firmly. Then, he took a cushion from the side and stuffed it on her lower back. He also took out an airplane pillow from somewhere and hung it on the seat. Around her neck, he finally buckled the seat belt for her.

After everything was done, he was just about to sit down when he heard Su Luojiao say:
"Sit on my right side."

Chu Song was startled and confused, but he changed his position and sat down again. Then he looked to the left and met the soft gaze of the little woman. He heard her murmuring in a low voice:
"I want to hold him."

Chu Song curled his lips, held her uninjured hand, and intertwined their fingers.

Yun Duoduo in the front row suddenly yawned, looked towards the aisle, and asked loudly:

"Zhihan, who is Qianqian?"

Xu Zhihan's eyes flashed with narrowing, and she responded from afar:

"Probably a neighbor to hug."

Yun Duoduo burst out laughing, Grape Eyes shining brightly, and added:

"Ah, remember, my deskmate should be called Qingqin."

Another burst of laughter erupted in the car, causing the driver to look back several times.

Xu Zhihan turned around and saw Fu Qianbai staring at her for who knows how long, with searching eyes.

So, she asked doubtfully:

"what happened?"

Fu Qianbai came back to his senses, and the heartbeat of yesterday came again. He coughed lightly and said casually:

"I'm sorry for scaring you last night."

Xu Zhihan was stunned. She didn't expect the other party to suddenly mention this. She smiled indifferently:
"I was timid too, so I don't blame you."

Outside the window, the large wheat fields were yellow and clear, like a golden sea. Fu Qianbai looked at Xu Zhihan's profile reflected in the window, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

After a long while, he suddenly asked:

"What...are your criteria for choosing a mate?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted it. What kind of old question is this?

Sure enough, Xu Zhihan seemed to think for a long time before giving a vague answer:
"I thought it was very clear before, but I have changed my mind in the past few days."

Fu Qianbai felt a little uneasy in his heart.What does it mean that it was clear before, but then it changed its mind in the past few days?
Does it mean that you liked him before, but you no longer like him these days?

After thinking for a long time, feeling inexplicably irritable, Fu Qianbai's eyes lit up, and he suddenly turned his head to look at her, asking endlessly:

"Red, or white?"

"Ok?"

"Close your eyes, relax and choose subconsciously. Don't think about it. Red? Or white?"

"……White."

"Movement? Stillness?"

"still."

Xu Zhihan gradually understood what he meant, gradually cleared her mind and followed her instinct.

"left side, right side?"

"right."

"Early morning? Dusk?"

"dusk."

……

Fu Qianbai asked continuously. He spoke very fast, so fast that people had no time to think, so they could only answer subconsciously.

"Milk? Yogurt?"

"yogurt."

"Seaside? Sky?"

"Sky."

……

Xu Zhihan closed her eyes and leaned on the back of the chair. The sunlight shined on her hair through the glass. She became more and more relaxed and completely immersed in it.

"Flowers? Fireworks?"

"Flowers."

"Paris? Italy?"

"Italy."

……

Fu Qianbai's eyes dimmed and he clenched his fists, but his voice remained calm.

"Sun? Rainbow?"

"rainbow."

"Chu Song? Longtian?"

"Chu Song."

"Tomorrow? Yesterday?"

"tomorrow."

"Chu Song? Gu Xiaozhou?"

"Chu Song."

"Bread? Love?"

"bread."

"Chu Song? Fu Ganbai?"

"Fu Qian... Bai."

As soon as the air was quiet, Xu Zhihan slowly opened her eyes and met the man's amber eagle eyes. He was looking at her brightly. After a while, he said in a deep voice:
"Xu Zhihan, you like me."

Xu Zhihan's eyelashes trembled and she stared at the man's serious expression. She felt unspeakable self-blame in her heart. For the first time, she felt ashamed because of her impure approach.

Maybe you should keep asking.

bread?Or Fu Qianbai?

After hearing my answer, maybe you won't look at me so tenderly anymore.

Xu Zhihan thought secretly.

*
At two o'clock in the afternoon, several people returned to their beloved cabin. They were all exhausted, but since today was not the weekend, the office workers had to continue working.

So, when Su Luo washed up and came out, she found that Chu Song had already gone to the hospital.

She looked at the steak placed on the dining table and the note with a chic font next to it, and a smile flashed in her eyes.

After finishing the meal and looking at the remaining ingredients, Su Luo added water and simmered the rice.

The villa was quiet, with only the rice bubbling in the pot. The autumn wind blew outside, but she felt at ease in her heart.

Half an hour later, she piled the sticky rice on the seaweed, cut cucumber strips, platycodon strips, ham strips, and cheese strips, then put them on one by one, rolled them up with a bamboo curtain, and the next second , the rice and the side dishes are pressed plump and firm.

When she was doing this, she had a smile on her lips, cut it open without any trouble, put it on the plate and put it in the lunch box, then poured tomato sauce on it, and finally covered it carefully.

I looked down at the time, four o'clock in the afternoon.

She took a taxi to the hospital where Chu Song was staying, holding a lunch box in her arms, and her heart was filled with joy.

When she got downstairs, she wanted to call him, but something suddenly occurred to her. Su Luo went directly to the front desk and asked:
"Hello, I would like to register for neurosurgery, Dr. Chu."

The nurse on duty looked up and saw such a beautiful woman. She opened the order without any surprise, handed it over and said calmly:
"Turn right on the fifth floor."

Staring at Su Luo's slender and slim back, the little nurse thought sourly, sure enough, the masculinity is in front, and everyone is very brave. Why do you watch neurosurgery at a young age?It must be another one who came to touch porcelain.

Huh, what's the use of being pretty?Our Dr. Chu is not a man who is easily seduced by beauty!
Five minutes later, Su Luo was sitting at the door of the waiting room waiting. She was wearing a long beige skirt, sitting there quietly, her legs elegantly folded, like an oil painting, attracting the side glances of the doctors and nurses who walked by.

The other patients in front of the waiting room were all sick and with sallow complexions, but half of the people sitting next to her were well-dressed women, and one even took advantage of the opening of the door to secretly take pictures with the front camera of his mobile phone. I took a photo of it, it was so blatant.

Su Luo raised her brows, curled her lips, and leaned over calmly.

In the photo, Chu Song is wearing a white coat and is writing at his desk with his head lowered. He has a serious look on his face, but he is still incredibly handsome, noble and elegant, like an orchid or jade tree.

However, Su Luo only glanced at the female assistant standing beside his desk.

The man stood not too close behind him, but his eyes were glaring at the back of Chu Song's head. Through the screen, he seemed to be able to feel the obsession in her eyes.

Su Luo sat there, suddenly feeling that the fluorescent light was blindingly white. She squinted her eyes in discomfort, and her heart began to bubble with acidity.

Ten minutes later, Chu Song rubbed his stiff neck, entered the previous patient's file into the computer, and clicked on the next one.

In the waiting area, the electronic dial sounded.

He subconsciously glanced at the patient's name on the screen. Just as he was about to look away, his eyes looked over uncontrollably, and then he was stunned.

The female nurse noticed his abnormality and was about to ask when the door was slowly pushed open and a woman walked in.

Graceful and fair-skinned, with an elegant temperament, she is as delicate as a person walking out of a painting, making people unable to take their eyes away.

Thinking of this, the female nurse felt sour, and then she found that Dr. Chu, who was not pretentious to anyone, actually lit up, and his black pupils flashed with a softness she had never seen before.

Seeing the two of them looking at each other, the female nurse felt even more sad and interrupted:
"Please sit here for consultation."

When Su Luo sat on the small swivel chair, the female nurse noticed that the woman's sitting posture was very good, her back was straight but not too artificial, she was really elegant.

Then, the female nurse heard Dr. Chu's voice, which seemed different from usual, low and particularly magnetic.

"Where are you uncomfortable?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the female nurse next to her. Su Luo suppressed a smile and pretended to have a headache:
"Doctor, I've had a headache recently."

Chu Song lowered his eyes and wrote the diagnosis, the corners of his lips raised unconsciously, but his tone remained calm:

"Well, have you encountered anything unpleasant recently?"

Su Luo looked at him steadily, her eyes straight and soft, her light eyes calm but inexplicably alluring.

After a long while, she spoke softly:
"My boyfriend is so handsome, how can I break him?"

Chu Song paused with his pen tip and raised his eyelids to look over. There was an undercurrent flowing in his black pupils. For a long time, he seemed to be muttering to himself:

"Oh, it turns out he's my boyfriend..."

　This chapter is like a ripe cantaloupe - sweet and sweet
　　
　
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