The top boss is super clingy

Chapter 100 Distance Produces Beauty?
But she did not hesitate, and directly pressed the connection: "Hi, hello, are you..."

There was a muffled laugh, followed by a familiar voice.

"child."

"..."

He speaks with a distorted voice, as if he is carrying a small hook for no reason, and the person who hooks it feels itchy.

He was also a bit wanton and careless, making people unconsciously show his elegant and dignified appearance.

Liu Ruoyun opened the door, Han Shuo was standing outside the door, there was only one door between them.

The girl hung up the phone, glanced at him, and asked, "Why didn't you just knock on the door?"

He is already at the door, and he is still on the phone, who is used to him?
Han Shuo raised his eyebrows and smiled, tilted his head closer, and lowered his voice: "Aren't you afraid that children will pretend not to hear?"

Liu Ruoyun: "..."

This hurdle can't be passed, right?

Didn't she just ignore him once?As for being so fussy?
"As for."

"..."

Perhaps everything in the world should have descended from one thing to another.

Liu Ruoyun raised her hand, but the person in front of her grabbed her hand before she even touched the center of her eyebrows.

Liu Ruoyun paused for a moment: "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say that before? Let's have dinner together later." He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.

The man's palm was dry, his fingers were slender and beautiful, as white as jade fat, and the palm was smooth without any calluses.

It doesn't look girly at all.

Liu Ruoyun's ears twitched when she heard his words, she lowered her head and glanced at the palms they held, but they didn't move.

"En?" Han Shuo tilted his head.

"how?"

"Your treat?" Liu Ruoyun didn't look up, her eyes were only on his hands.

Han Shuo smiled: "You want me to invite you?"

Before Liu Ruoyun could speak, he took care of himself again, and said as a matter of course: "Please, how can I not invite, how can the teacher let the students treat?"

Liu Ruoyun: "..."

Why is she so unbelievable when she hears this?

The man reached out and touched her head, with a doting look on his face: "What are you thinking about?"

"I didn't think about anything, let's go, I'd better invite you, I didn't have time to invite you last time." Liu Ruoyun withdrew her hand effortlessly, and said as if nothing had happened.

It sounds so nice now, who knows if one day he will suddenly turn his face in a bad mood and turn over old scores again?

It's time to go bankrupt again.

Han Shuo looked at her for a while, then knocked her on the head, shook his head and laughed: "You still have some conscience."

It really makes people feel bad that the little guy is so guarded against him.

Is it because I have used too much force during this time?

Do you want to be more reserved?Keep a little distance?

I often hear what humans on TV say... Distance creates beauty?

Liu Ruoyun walked in front, and Han Shuo followed behind thoughtfully, but after thinking for a while, he shook his head again.

Because of Han Shuo's sudden arrival, Liu Ruoyun originally wanted to buy two buns, and then added two more bowls of wontons.

For a person like Han Shuo, even though his clothes look simple, he looks like a pampered nobleman. His long sleeves are neatly rolled up, revealing a section of his wrist, neither white nor black, just the right color.

Holding a spoon, he ate in a leisurely manner, and he never disliked the noise of the carpet or the smell of the food.

Liu Ruoyun glanced at him calmly, bowed her head and said nothing.

Just like he said before.

If she invites him to dinner next time, maybe he will be hungry.

After eating, the time has reached seven fifty.

Only then did Han Shuo put down the spoon, and raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist: "It's getting late, let's take a taxi, otherwise the good student will be late."

He smiled and blinked, leaned over, and used his hands to sort out her words that were messed up by the wind, with a joke in his words.

"Oh." Liu Ruoyun pretended not to understand what he meant.

(End of this chapter)