Chapter 511: He admitted that he was planted

When leaving Nidu Communication University, Qin Fang called Qiao Ran aside.
He handed her two tickets for the basketball game, "I have a game in the gym on weekends, Ran Ran, I hope you can come and watch, if you don't want to come alone, you can call Wen Ruan."
Without waiting for Qiao Ran to say anything, Qin Fang squeezed the ticket into her palm and left in strides.
This basketball game is an international game that Qin Fang participated in. For him, it is a very important game.
On weekends, one hour before the game.
Many spectators entered the venue, and Qin Fang stood at the gate, not seeing Qiao Ran for a long time.
His teammates made several calls and urged him to enter the field.
In the last ten minutes of entering the stadium, Qin Fang did not see Qiao Ran, but saw Ji Yuan and another boy who came over.
Ji Yuan asked the boys to go in first. He walked up to Qin Fang and said to him, "Xiao Ran gave me the ticket, and he asked me to tell you that she has already put it down, and I hope you will let her make a living!"
Hearing what Ji Yuan said, Qin Fang's blood quickly condensed into ice.
There seemed to be a hand in his chest, tightly gripping his heart, and gathering his five fingers little by little. The sharp pain almost suffocated him.
He slowly squatted down and hugged his head with both hands, as if that was the only way to relieve the pain in the deep chest cavity!
Qiao Ran has completely let go, but he is still alive in the past!
...
Qiao Ran did not go to the basketball game, she and Wen Ruan went to the outskirts of the racecourse.
Wen Ruan released Mo Zhan's pigeons last time. This time he asked her to ride a horse. She couldn't refuse, so she called Qiao Ran together.
Mo Zhan arrived at the racecourse ahead of schedule. What made him more depressed was that he learned that he was coming to the racecourse, and the young master also came with him.
The reason given is that he hasn't been riding a horse for too long, and a little misses the taste of riding.
Originally, Mo Zhan wanted to make a separate meeting with Wen Ruan, but he and her both brought a light bulb with him.
The weather today was good. After Huo Hannian came to the racecourse, he did not immediately go horse riding, but sat on a lounger in the rest area.
He is wearing more casual clothes today, with sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.
From a distance, he saw Wen Ruan who came over, beside her there was a thin, clean, classical-looking girl.
Wen Ruan did not notice Huo Hannian for the first time. She introduced Qiao Ran to Mo Zhan. After Mo Zhan greeted Qiao Ran, she raised her chin and pointed to Huo Hannian's direction, "The young master is here too. ."
Wen Ruan was startled, but he didn't expect to meet Huo Hannian today.
But immediately thinking of the humiliation he had done to her in the fitting room last time, she didn't want to talk to him at all.
Although time is passing by and she has not made much progress with him, she is also dignified.
At least, in the past week, she will not take the initiative to look for him again, nor will she take the initiative to show him good!
Thinking like this, Wen Ruan was stunned that he didn't look at Huo Hannian.
"Mr Mo, I'm out for leisure and entertainment today, I want to relax."
What a shrewd Mo Zhan, as soon as Wen Ruan spoke, he understood what she meant.
The young master keeps his face cold all day long, and his aura is strong, and whoever gets along with him will be under pressure.
"If you don't want to go and say hello to him, take your friend to change clothes first!"
Wen Ruan made an OK gesture.
Huo Hannian waited for a while, seeing Wen Ruan not coming, looked back.
Seeing Mo Zhan taking the two to the dressing room, he didn't even mean to come over, his handsome face was so gloomy that it could drip.
Wen Ruan also wore sunglasses today, his face became smaller and more exquisite, and his delicate and smooth skin was dazzling in the sun.
The dark narrow eyes under Huo Hannian's sunglasses narrowed slightly, and the haze flashed from the bottom of his eyes.
Mo Zhan went to get Wen Ruan and Qiao Ran in horseback riding gear. Qiao Ran poked Wen Ruan's arm with his elbow, and whispered, "Ruan Ruan, Huo Shao looked at you a few times here. Are you making progress? No? I think he cares about you!"
Wen Ruan pressed his lower lip slightly, "He may care about me a little bit, but he is far from falling in love."
If you really put her in your heart, you won't humiliate her like that.
Obviously, he wants to play with her, but he doesn't want to be sincere!
Wen Ruan snorted, "He is quite cheap now!"
When Qiao Ran heard Wen Ruan's comment on Huo Hannian, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Only you dare to say that to him!"
Mo Zhan brought the horseback riding gear, and Wen Ruan and Qiao Ran went into the locker room to change clothes.
In the quiet locker room, Wen Ruan put on his riding gear and was about to put on his protective gear. When the door of the locker room was suddenly pushed open, Wen Ruan thought that it was Qiao Ran who came here. Okay, let’s go out and ride first, and I'll come over right away."
Wen Ruan said while tying a belt, stretched out a pair of slender hands, took the belt in her hand, and fastened it for her in a familiar and neat manner.
When Wen Ruan reacted, a broad chest touched her back, and the hands that tied her belt stayed in front of her and stopped moving.
A clear masculine breath with a light tobacco smell pours into the tip of the nose.
Wen Ruan's heart rate increased instantly.
The slender long eyelashes trembled, and it took several seconds for her to react.
There is no distinction between men and women in the dressing room here. Qiao Ran is still next door, and there may be other people coming in, but he just entered in such a grandiose way, not paying attention to the influence.
The two maintained this posture. After nearly a minute, Wen Ruan took away the man's hands around her waist and walked forward a few steps.
But the next second, the man stepped forward again and hugged her in his arms from behind again.
"Enough trouble?" The man's voice came from above his head.
The warm breath brushed her forehead, making her skin numb.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath and pulled his hands apart again.
Just about to say something, Mo Zhan's voice sounded outside, "Wen Ruan, have you changed it?"
"It's ready soon!"
Hearing the voice of Mo Zhan leaving, Wen Ruan planned to go around Huo Hannian, but when he passed by him, he grabbed her wrist and directly pulled her into his arms.
He lowered his head and approached her, their noses almost close to each other.
With each other's breath intertwined, Wen Ruan could clearly feel his breath, as if he could also hear her own heartbeat.
"Young Master Leng, I haven't provoke you recently? I changed my clothes, and you ran in and blocked me here. Do you still want to slap me?"
Thinking of the changing room in the mall that day, Huo Hannian's face quickly became cold.
His slender fingers pinched Wen Ruan's cheeks, "You are looking for death!"
When he was angry, his aura was strong and cold, and the air around him seemed to freeze.
Wen Ruan was not afraid of him, and his slender eyebrows were raised slightly, "If you don't let go, I will yell. Mo Zhan is outside. Hearing my voice, he should rush in right away—well!"
Wen Ruan opened his eyes slightly and looked at the man who was kissing her close at hand.
His face is tight, with long eyelashes that are thicker than a woman's, and thin, crimson, lips tightly block her lips.
Wen Ruan only felt a tingling sensation rushing from her spine, forcing her to be almost utterly devoid of reason.
But she knew that she could not sink.
She turned her face away, avoided his kiss, and stared at him closely, "Do you still want me to be your lover?"
His sword brows were frowned, as if displeased by her insensibility.
As the young master of Spoon, there are too many women who want to be his lover.
He can give her the best, except for name and marriage.
What is she not satisfied with?
His silence caused Wen Ruan's heart to fall rapidly.
She didn't use her body to conquer his confidence, because in his subconscious, she was already dirty.
Even if he got her, he wouldn't cherish it as before.
As he himself said, men have the psychology of hunting for beauty, and now she has not chased him away, he is anxious, if he teases her a few times, she will be confused, then she will become nothing. value.
Wen Ruan is not a blank paper in terms of feelings, and he knows him a little bit.
Therefore, she must grasp the degree.
We must make him fall in love with her, but not really offend him completely!
Huo Hannian looked at Wen Ruan with gloomy eyes, and said in a low voice, "You have won, I have a heart for you. But it is too early to talk about love, and I need to get along with each other for a while, let me Learn more about you."
Wen Ruan looked directly at his bottomless black eyes, "So, in what capacity do you get along?"
Looking at her clear and bright deer eyes, Huo Hannian swallowed when he reached his lips, and said three words naturally, "Girlfriend."
Wen Ruan's thin white teeth bit her lower lip hard, and she felt a little pain.
Not a dream!
He let her be his girlfriend!
Wen Ruan was about to say something, and heard him say again, "But we can't make it public until our relationship is not stable enough, you know, otherwise it will be bad for you."
Wen Ruan was already happy in his heart. Although it would take some time for him to fall in love, it was already a good start for her.
But she did not intend to promise him immediately.
"I need time to think about it."
He wouldn't push her too tight, and he gave a low hmm.
Wen Ruan was about to go out, Huo Hannian clasped her wrist, "You refuse Mo Zhan later, don't leave him room for fantasy!"
"Young Master Leng, you, I need to consider, President Mo, I also need to consider, there is no conflict."
After that, she opened the door, ignoring how ugly the man was, and left lightly.
The man who stayed in the locker room was already as dark as a pot.
Damn woman, is it possible that she wants to step on two boats with one foot?
...
Mo Zhan looked at Wen Ruan who had put on a riding outfit, and his eyes were a little surprised.
The tailored riding outfit outlines Wen Ruan's slender and slender figure, with a touch of heroism in the beauty and dust.
Mo Zhan led a brown-red horse to her, "This horse is docile. I will teach you to ride it?"
Wen Ruan took the horse from Mo Zhan. She stepped on the horse neatly, holding the rope with her white hands, and looking at the dumbfounded Mo Zhan, "Mr. Mo, I can ride and don't need to teach."
Without waiting for what Mo Zhan said, Wen Ruan rode a horse to the racecourse.
Huo Hannian walked over and looked at Wen Ruan galloping on the racecourse. He vaguely felt that the picture was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.