Quick wear: She is the heartthrob

Chapter 388
It took a long time to eat this meal. Gong Furuo was a foodie and loved to eat. His lips were very red, which made him look even more charming. His eyes that were raised occasionally were wet. Zhou Tanhang looked at her from time to time and fell into a trance, his eyes getting darker and darker. .

When the three of them walked out, the sky was dim and Gong Fuluo's lips were already slightly swollen. Zhou Tanhang followed her and lowered his head slightly. What caught his eye was her lively and delicate figure. He stretched out his hand to touch it. He touched her head, restrained himself for a moment, and slightly brushed her lips with his slender fingers.

Zhou Tanhang: "It's very spicy, please drink some water."
Because she likes it, he will not interfere too much after making sure that the spiciness will not hurt her stomach, let alone accuse her, and will only silently help her eliminate the negative impact.

Gong Furuo took the sweet juice that he had prepared at some point, biting the straw and drinking it one sip after another.

Gong Furuo: "Brother Qinhang, how are you doing?"
While sipping the juice, she raised her delicate little face and looked at him, her eyes shining.

Just a simple sentence was enough to satisfy Zhou Tanhang. He looked down at her intently with a smile on his lips.In the night with flashing neon lights, on the side of the city street where the night is as cool as water, a tall and handsome man and a petite and innocent girl look at each other deeply, as if there is an unexplainable secret secret affection.Lan Henian got out of the car with a frown and a sullen face.

Lan Henian: "Ruoruo."
He called her name affectionately, circled her intimately, and half-brought her into his arms, both boldly and restrainedly.

Gong Furuo was obviously surprised to see him. He slightly opened his round almond-shaped eyes and blinked his curled eyelashes.

Gong Furuo: "Brother, are you really here? I thought you would be so busy tonight that you wouldn't have time."
Zhou Tanhang looked at his actions as if he were declaring sovereignty, and smiled good-naturedly, without saying anything, but the dark color in his eyes revealed his state of mind.Don't be impulsive. Among the three of them, the person Gong Furuo cares about the most is Lan Henian. He personally accompanied her to the orphanage and took her home. He took care of her day and night and got along with her day and night. The two of them The feelings are naturally deeper.

However, this has advantages and disadvantages.

Zhou Tanhang's smile was a little meaningful.

Gong Furuo looked at Lan Henian with eyes full of trust and admiration. He held his arm and chattered about the taste of tonight's dishes. It was very intimate, but it was a pity that it was the intimacy between relatives. There was no trace of affection between men and women. No.

How could Lan Henian not notice the problem that Zhou Tanhang was aware of, but so what, he had plenty of patience.He protected her carefully and listened patiently to her every word.

Lan Henian: "I'm in a hurry to pick you up after I finish my work. I haven't seen Ruoruo for a day, so of course I'm anxious."
Abundant love poured into her body continuously, and Gong Furuo looked up at him with a smile.

Shijiyu was dressed in a white dress and followed her adoptive parents quietly, casually looking at the people and things on both sides of the street.

Her figure was reflected in the car window, and she glanced subconsciously.The girl in the mirror was quiet and well-behaved. The white skirt made her even more gentle. She was startled. This was Gong Furuo's appearance in the past.

The one who likes to wear white skirts is Gong Furuo. She is born innocent and delicate, and wearing a white skirt makes her look even more pitiful, like the bright moon in her heart.The quiet and gentle one is also Gong Furuo. She has always been weak and well-behaved in the orphanage, like a delicate and fragile porcelain doll, making people infinitely lovable.These are all Gong Furuo, but not Shijiyu.

Shi Jiyu stroked the hem of her skirt that was blown by the wind, and subconsciously made a beautiful and weak smile in front of the mirror that Gong Furuo often made. It was a bit nondescript. She simply lowered her eyes and stopped looking at herself in the mirror. .

(End of this chapter)