Chapter 5:

Covered by a lollipop, Wei Ruxia made a "boom" sound and agreed.
Luo Yuan glanced at the street, few people were waiting for Wei Ruxia. He took a paper towel and wiped the blood on the bone joint and asked, "Come to play in the video game city?"
Wei Ruxia shook his head, and after watching him wipe his hands clean, he reminded: "There are still corners of your eyes."
"Where?" Luo Xuan looked up.
His eyes fell on the drop of blood in the corner of his eyes. Wei Ruxia described it for a while, and finally took the tissue in his hand and wiped it for him. The girl was still holding a lollipop in her fingers, and when she wiped it, she brought a fragrance of peach.
After cleaning it for him, Wei Ruxia threw the tissue in the trash can and said, "Okay. Do you know where Yurong’s private kitchen is?"
Since there were acquaintances, she asked.
"Are you invited to dinner?" Luo Yuan asked.
"I will eat it myself." Wei Ruxia denied, "I want to try Ancheng's local dishes."
After hearing Wei Ruxia's words, Luo Yuan turned to Han Junsong and Wang Si to say: "You deal with this, I have something to do, let's go first."
Since coming from Wei Ruxia, Han Junsong has kept a gossip face. After Luo Yuan explained, Han Junsong nodded and waved goodbye to the two of them.
"You go."
Luo Xuan turned back and said to Wei Ruxia: "I will take you there."
Unexpectedly, Luo Xuan would take her personally, Wei Ruxia just wanted to refuse, Luo Yuan looked up, Wei Ruxia swallowed the words of rejection with the taste of peach.
Jinting International is centered on the central plaza and the radial arteries of the branch lines. Just now, Wei Ruxia had walked five branch lines clockwise, and Yurong's private kitchen was on the sixth branch line.
At the door of Yurong's private kitchen, Wei Ruxia looked at the antique sign at the door and felt a pity that she was about to find it.
Luo Yuan was obviously a regular visitor here. After taking Wei Ruxia into the door, he directly crossed the veranda and found a window-side location.
It was now 11 o'clock in the morning, and the guests gradually got up. The waiter in cheongsam softly guided the guests to a seat. On the stage in the main hall, the actor holding the lute has also been properly seated and ready to start performing.
Jinting International Commercial Building is built near the Anhe River, with the best scenery by the window. Looking up at the window, the blue sky is cloudless, and the broad and vast river is driven by several cruise ships and freighters. It is slow and cumbersome.
Before sitting down, Wei Ruxia went to the bathroom first. When he met Luo Yuan, he was stuffed with a lollipop, and he couldn't go to the bathroom.
Seeing Wei Ruxia sit down, Luo Yuan took the menu, turned down and asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Wei Ruxia didn't know about Ancheng's local dishes. He glanced at Luo Deng's dazzling menu and replied: "Special dishes here will do."
"Like eating local dishes?" Luo Yuan glanced at her.
"Well." Wei Ruxia answered very positively, but his expression was ambiguous.
Luo Yuan finished the order and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Once the dried blood was washed, the young man's hands were white again, like the hands of ancient scholars.
When he was quiet, his facial features and temperament showed a clean and gentle style. If the outsiders didn't understand it, they didn't know that he had such a strong fighting ability.
Wei Ruxia named to eat Ancheng specialties, but after the dishes came, she ate a few bites.
Compared with her, Luo Xuan had a lot of fun. He saw that Wei Ruxia had eaten every dish and didn't eat any more. He asked, "Don't you like it?"
"It's a little sweet." Wei Ruxia took a sip of water and saw that the rice bowl in front of Luo Yuan was empty. She asked, "Do you like sweet mouth?"
"Huh." Luo Xian sandwiched a mirror box of tofu and said, "I eat too much, and my taste is used to it."
Get used to it if you eat too much.
Hearing this sentence, Wei Ruxia picked up chopsticks again and sandwiched a piece of pork ribs with sauce.
too sweet.
After the two had dinner, Wei Ruxia was told that Luo Yuan had already settled the bill. She thought for a while, and Luo Cheng was afraid that a lollipop could not buy her, so she asked her to have another meal.
Wei Ruxia did not live up to the meal he invited. When the two returned, they happened to meet Luo Shu's mother Yang Shuru from the publishing house.
She is a Spanish translator. She has published many books and is very talented.
Yang Shuru, who can produce such a beautiful son as Luo Yuan, is also not bad. She has the kind of aura that is unique to southern women. Although she is nearly forty, Bai Nen's cheeks still have a full sense of girliness.
She has short hair and a small and delicate face. When she saw Wei Ruxia and Luo Yuan coming back together, she asked with a smile: "Did the two come back together, did you encounter them on the road?"
Luo Xuan didn't answer his mother's words, Wei Ruxia glanced at him, then smiled at Yang Shuru and said, "No, Luo Xuan took me to eat Ancheng's local dishes."
"So enthusiastic." Yang Shuru looked at his son with a smile.
Upon hearing Wei Ruxia's answer, Luo Yuan also raised her eyelids to look at her. The latter smiled at him, said goodbye to their mother and son, and opened the door to go home.
As soon as he and his mother entered the house, Amang ran over and rushed at Luo Yuan. Luo Yuan squatted with his knees bent, rubbing his neck.
Yang Shuru put down the file bag in his hand, and the topic was still on Wei Ruxia.
"If Xia came from the north, there are no friends in Ancheng. You usually have more contacts with her. Grandma Li especially hopes that the two of you can be friends."
Sitting diagonally on the sofa, Luo Yuan threw the ball in his hand into the air, and then took it steadily in his hand, casually.
"My friend is so easy to do."
"Try it." Yang Shuru persuaded.
Luo Yuan threw the ball out, and Aman ran away with his tail, biting the ball and handed it to Luo Yuan. Luo Yuan took the ball, glanced at the pattern on the ball, and asked after a long thought.
"She is really Uncle Wei's daughter?"
After serving a glass of water, Yang Shuru's expression was also puzzled. She said: "Yes, yes, it's that Uncle Wei didn't kiss Ruxia very much."
More than just being unfriendly, Wei Zishan expressed his dislike on his face.
It is not easy to discuss too much about other people’s family affairs. Yang Shuru took a break and skipped the topic.
Grandma went to the funeral for friends, Wei Ruxia had been waiting for her back in the room. But until five o'clock in the afternoon, Wei Ruxia did not wait for her grandmother, but waited for the news that her grandmother had returned to her home in the outer suburbs.
Wei Ruxia stood in front of the study desk, sitting in front of Wei Zishan who had never taken the initiative to speak to her.
Grandma told her that Wei Zishan's job is a drama actor. His study was filled with various scripts.
Wei Zishan is thirty-eight years old this year. He has a tall and slender figure, fair and delicate skin, sword eyebrows, elegant temperament, which is in line with his profession.
He had just returned from the funeral, wearing black trousers and a white shirt, which set him off even more indifferently.
Unlike the indifference on the face, Wei Zishan looked at Wei Ruxia who was standing in front of him, and there was an unknown fire in his chest. He breathed out a dull choking smoke every time he breathed, causing him to suffocate his trachea.
He sat motionless in his seat, with no expression in his light brown eyes. Since he didn't want to spend more time with Wei Ruxia, he simply came straight to the point.
"I can provide the material needs you need. As for other aspects, we are all under the same roof, but we are strangers, hoping to be able to well water without breaking the river. There is a cook at home who is responsible for three meals a day, she will give You cook Northern cuisine."
Wei Zishan's words were straight and naked, naked, naked, and grandma was there, he would also pretend to be. Grandma is away, he draws a clear line between them.
Thinking of grandma, Wei Ruxia remembered what grandma had said to her that night.
She looked up at Wei Zishan and said, "We can eat together. I went to eat Ancheng Bengang cuisine today, which is delicious."
Wei Zishan met her gaze, her voice calm and emotionless.
"My mother is no longer here."
They don't need to be friendly anymore.
"Oh." Wei Ruxia understood what he was saying, nodded and said, "I see."
Wei Ruxia came out of Wei Zishan's study and returned to the bedroom to do some homework for a while. With things in my heart, the homework wasn't very smooth. After closing the textbook, she went downstairs to the yard, unscrewed the faucet, and took the hose to water the flowers.
From Wei Zishan's attitude, he can see his resistance to her. In the whole matter, Wei Zishan was indeed innocent, and he was indeed qualified to be cold-eyed to her and refused him thousands of miles away.
But she is not innocent.
And for grandma, she now has to grow up to be able to please her hate her.
When Luo Xuan walked Aman back on a skateboard, he just saw Wei Ruxia standing in the yard watering flowers. She held the soft hose and tilted her head slightly, her long eyebrows frowned, her eyes slightly pulled down, and her light brown eyes lost her soul.
The setting sun covered the world with a layer of light gold, and the girl was alone in the center of this oil painting, as if abandoned here.
Seeing that she did not find herself, Luo Yuan led Aman to open the door. Before his finger unlocked, he glanced at Wei Ruxia in the yard next door again, remembering how he met her today at Jinting International.
Luo Yuan opened the door and put Aman into it, and then walked to the wall of the house next door. The courtyard wall was not high, Luo Luo was standing there, his arms were just above it.
"what happened?"
Wei Ruxia, who was thinking about things, was interrupted by Luo He's hello. She returned to her eyes and glanced at Luo Yuan. He had just walked through Aman and came back with a little sweat in his hair, which made the teenager's face cleaner.
Wei Ruxia was disturbed by her thoughts, frowning at a pimple. Although the relationship between them has gradually matured, they are not familiar enough to tell her her troubles.
Wei Ruxia pursed her lips, casually arguing for a reason, stigmatizing: "It's okay, just my grandmother left, I will go to school on Monday."
"Who said it?" Luo Yuan asked.
Wei Ruxia was stunned for a moment. She looked at Luo Yuan and asked, "Ah?"
"Who said you're going to school yourself tomorrow?" Luo Yuan's eyes were drooping, and the silhouette of his side face was sharper and more stereoscopic.
"Isn't there still me? I will take you to school on Monday."
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Candy: Couples are so good when friends are so good.