Yuan Yuxuan thought he was a tough man, and he never softened his heart after his parents passed away, but at this moment he felt a heartache, a heartache.He got up and took Ji Suoran, who was crying bitterly, into his arms, and gently stroked her hair.

I don't know how long Ji Suran stopped crying.

"I, I, I'm sorry—" Ji Suoran gently pushed Yuan Yuxuan away.

"Are you tired from crying? You are really good at crying—" Yuan Yuxuan gently pressed Ji Suoran's shoulders with both hands.

"I——, this is the first time for me to cry like this, I've never done this before, I'm not a girl who loves to cry, I——" Ji Suoran felt so ashamed, what happened to her today, such a gaffe, she didn't know How to explain it.

"I know, don't tell others about these things in the future."

"Ah."

"Have you told Murong this?"

"No."

"That's good!" Yuan Yuxuan couldn't help but stroked her hair again, the secrets between them were getting more and more, it was really a happy thing.

"Gululu, Gululu..."

"Your stomach will also growl—" Ji Suran looked at Yuan Yuxuan in surprise.

"I'm human too, so I'm naturally hungry!"

"I thought—" Ji Suoran covered his mouth to keep from laughing.

"It's really a child, crying and laughing, what do you think is wrong with me?"

"Prefer not to say?"

"Say--"

"Then get out of the way first." Ji Suoran felt that Yuan Yuxuan was standing in front of her like a wall, if he got angry, how could she escape.

"You talk first!" Yuan Yuxuan didn't intend to step aside.

"You're so stupid!" Ji Suoran stood up and pulled the chair back a little, then quickly ran away.

"You, you rascal—" Yuan Yuxuan resisted the urge to hold her in his arms, this girl's cleverness and tricks made him fall in love with her.

"It's already nine o'clock, and there's a good rice noodle restaurant below, I invite you!" Ji Suoran tied her messy ponytail again.

"Rice noodles, you should eat less unhealthy ones. Many rice noodles are made of bad rice."

"Then what do you want to eat? There is a Cantonese night tea that is far away from my house. Look——"

"Cook whatever you have at home!" Yuan Yuxuan just wanted to eat something at Ji Suoran's house, anything is fine.

"Only unhealthy instant noodles, do you eat?"

"Eat—"

"Only spicy, can you eat it?" Ji Suoran said exaggeratedly, trying to scare Yuan Yuxuan away.

"My ancestral home is Hunan, you know!"

"Then you wait!" Ji Suran ran into the kitchen.

Although Yuan Yuxuan was not afraid of spicy food, he was still mentally prepared for the worst. He turned to the bookcase. This little girl read quite a lot of books, including world famous books, recipes, professional books on accounting, There are also comics. He looked at a book with a book cover, and took it out. It was a hardcover "Song Ci", which fell to the ground, and the book cover fell apart, and a delicate card fell out of it.

Yuan Yuxuan took a closer look and it turned out to be Murong Qing's handwriting, which was copied from "Guanju" in the Book of Songs, "Guanguan Juqiu, in the autumn of the river. A gentle lady, a gentleman is good at it. There are various waterweeds, flowing from left to right. My fair lady, I long for her..."

Yuan Yuxuan quickly wrapped the book cover, and secretly put the card into his pocket. Sure enough, he guessed right, this Murong Qing had long coveted Ji Suoran, but unfortunately the method was too stupid and too stupid, mainly because it was out of date. In such a developed multimedia society, he deserves to be unable to catch up with girls using the ancient method of passing on letters.

"The noodles are ready—" Ji Suoran came out of the kitchen with two bowls of noodles on a tray, and Yuan Yuxuan secretly wanted to accept the challenge.

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