Beauty Said She Had a Crush on Me

"Peace Square Station, here we are. Passengers who get off the bus, please prepare to get off in advance." An emotionless electronic female voice interrupted Zhuang Lu's memories. She followed Wen Zhuo and the little girl to get off the bus at this station. In fact, the Korean food she wanted to go to was in the next two stops, and it was just such a ghost.

The three entered the Huangji Stewed Pot restaurant one after the other, and Zhuang Lu deliberately chose a seat beside them.

The waiter handed over the menu, "Today is the birthday of our boss, Ms. Huang. If your surname is Huang, you can get a 50% discount as long as you let us check your ID card." Before Zhuang Lu could answer, she heard the voice of the little girl next door whining "My surname is Huang! It's great! This is my ID card. Auntie, take a look at it." Zhuang Lu turned her head and saw the waiter at the next table, who was only about 30, had a dark face, but she was still very good at it. Service mentally checked the ID.

Zhuang Lu clicked casually, then quietly observed Wen Zhuo. Wen Zhuo gently washed the tableware with hot water for the girl, and then poured her a cup of barley tea.

Zhuang Lu also poured herself a cup of barley tea, blowing off the heat, and a sip of hot tea ironed her whole restless mind. Zhuang Lu never felt that she was ugly or fat, but she felt that people who were thin were not at all. Good-looking, in addition to Wu Nianxi, who is immortal and handsome, naturally also includes this cute little yellow in front of me. Xiao Huang is really pure and cute, but those two chopstick-like legs are placed under the table, which really doesn't look good! Zhuang Lu turned his eyes back to Xiao Huang's face, and Wu Meiren's facial features were not as outstanding.

Xiao Huang took a sip of barley tea and smiled sweetly, his two big eyes curved into crescents. "If it snows this winter, can you take me to photograph the snow scene?"

Wen Zhuo washed his chopsticks and said seriously: "Yes, but meteorologists have predicted that it will be a warm winter this year, and it may not snow."

"Ah!~ Not happy!" Xiao Huang pouted, his expression a little exaggerated, but because he was good-looking, it was also pleasing to the eye.

Wen Zhuo's biggest hobby in his spare time is photography. He often appears in every corner of the school with his Canon 5D2.

Once, Zhuang Lu’s class organized a barbecue on Baizhu Island. As a senior foodie, Zhuang Lu was no longer invisible for the first time. Her name, and then called out the name in various attitudes, asking for a meal. Zhuang Lu's heart drips evenly

Make a few strings, and then choose a position with your own victory item and start to savor it.

From a distance, she saw Wen Zhuo taking pictures in the grove with several members of the photography agency. A thin girl was wearing a pure white tube top dress, and her long black hair fluttered in the air because of her movements. Wen Zhuo's handsome face was blocked by the SLR, and the exposed half was still full of handsomeness.

In a subsequent Beijing University photography competition, it was that photo that won the prize. A skinny girl could vaguely be seen wearing a white tube top dress, but her arms were clasped, her lines were clean and hard, she raised her head slightly and looked directly at her. The sunlight of early summer refracted in her eyes, with an indescribable soft taste, the blurring of the large aperture, and the gentle exposure of the colors, which made people remember that emotion at a glance.

Later, it was heard that the girl in this photo was Wen Zhuo's girlfriend, but she didn't appear next to him again, so it didn't matter.

Zhuang Lu guessed that maybe Xiao Huang and Wen Zhuo met because of photography.

He heard Wen Zhuo smile and say, "Next month, the club will organize a shoot in Cangshan, will you go?"

"Climbing a mountain or something is the most tiring, and people don't like it. A beautiful photo is just fine. Why do you want to climb a mountain?"

When Zhuang Lu heard this, her squeamishness almost gave her goosebumps.

"The mountains have the beauty of the mountains." Wen Zhuo said.

Xiao Huang pouted again, "Then you have to say they look good."

Wen Zhuo didn't speak and just looked at Xiao Huang gently.

Xiao Huang looked at Wen Zhuo and pouted. "Are you dating someone? It's not pleasing to them."

Zhuang Lu's hand holding the teacup was a little itchy. She felt that if Xiao Huang said another "people", she could not help throwing the cup over.

But Wen Zhuo didn't seem to mind. He said ambiguously, "Don't you like me?"

"Hate!" Xiao Huang screamed.

"I like you a little too." Wen Zhuo spit out the second half of the sentence without any rush.

Maybe God didn't want to see Zhuang Lu being abused by a living dog, so the stew pot she ordered came first, and the waiter stood by to season her and covered the next table.

Put the transparent pot on the induction cooker, put down all kinds of vegetables, put a layer of thick and fragrant seasoning, and then put Zhuang Lu's favorite chicken, duck and beef meat, and then a layer of sauce, and then cover the pot. Cover and watch the various ingredients slowly get cooked. This kind of process is as beautiful as day instead of night, warmth instead of cold, Zhuang Lu looked at the smell gradually wafting, her small eyes narrowed contentedly, and her mind no longer floated to the right of the next table.

In other words, the boys and girls there are just testing each other and talking about some topics that are not very interesting.

Wen Zhuo is not a noisy person. He can't talk freely but is good at listening. Occasionally, some words are just in the right balance. A little more seems deliberate, and a little less is superficial. However, Xiao Huang is a noisy person, and her voice is not as sweet as she looks, but rather sharp, which makes Zhuang Lu dislike it very much, and enjoys delicious food with Xiao Huang's voice and taste buds in her ears, Zhuang Lu The latter is the natural choice.

Before Zhuang Lu could finish eating the duck feet in the stew, he heard the angry voice of a man from the next table. "Damn it! You're doing it with others behind your back!"

Zhuang Lu hurriedly looked over with a duck's paw in his mouth, only to see a man with a scar at the corner of his eye looking at Xiao Huang with a bad expression, and a **** woman beside him looking like a good show, his eyes fell on Wen Zhuo. At times with an unspoken interest.

Xiao Huang shivered under the man's gaze, and his voice was soft and weak. "No, no, we are just ordinary friends. I don't have one, Brother Shan, don't tell Brother Yan."

It's good, I don't call myself home anymore. Zhuang Lu immediately picked up another duck's paw and watched the play while nibbling.

Brother Shan's eyes were fierce, and he obviously didn't believe it. "You little bastard, I said that if you cheat again, I will abolish you." After that, he raised his big hand and started to do it.

The customers in the restaurant looked over, but no one spoke, and the waiter didn't dare to step forward. Zhuang Lu couldn't see the matter of hitting the woman, and was about to stand up to stop it when Wen Zhuo frowned and tried to stop the man, but the man was beside him. The woman stopped first. "Ashan, it's better for Brother Yan's woman to let Brother Yan deal with it. Don't do this, it's not good for the public to influence socialist harmony." Then she smiled at Xiao Huang. "Let's go out and talk. Come out too, little handsome guy."

The man nodded and raised his hand to grab Xiao Huang.

Wen Zhuo held the man's rough arm.

"You fucking..."

"Ashan." The woman's voice was neither light nor heavy, with a hint of sternness.

The man glared at Wen Zhuo, let go of his hand with a sneer, and strode forward out of the restaurant. The woman smiled charmingly, threw a wink at Wen Zhuo, and walked out gracefully. Xiao Huang held Wen Zhuo tightly like a dodder flower, "We are ordinary friends, ordinary friends!"

Wen Zhuo glanced at Xiao Huang with neither sadness nor joy, but finally sighed and patted Xiao Huang's hand in comfort. "You just let go.

"Then he stopped looking at Xiao Huang, went to the front desk to pay for the meal with a calm face, and walked out while the waiter's trembling "Welcome next time" sounded.

The people in the restaurant started talking when they saw that the parties had all left.

"I really don't know what young young people think now. It's not safe to eat a meal."

"That man is going to be miserable. I don't think those people are easy to provoke."

"Brother Shan, I've heard of it, people on the road."

Zhuang Lu stood up and leaned over to ask the middle-aged man who was talking, "Big brother, on the road, do you mean sex?"

The middle-aged man kept his mouth shut, "It's almost the same."

Zhuang Lu couldn't care about the food she had just opened. She flexibly ran to the front desk to pay for it. She turned around and just took a step before turning around to the waiter who was about to say "Welcome next time" and said, "Help me at that table. Pack it, as well as the side dishes that haven't been served, I'll come back to get it later!"