ex boyfriend's wedding

My personal hobbies and interests are Wen Lu - "First Acquaintance"

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On that day, Shen Zaitu stepped on the car and ran away without any future.

The next day, Wen Lu came to the classroom, sat in his seat and asked him: "Why did you leave yesterday, my mother asked me to keep you for dinner."

Shen Zaitu looked at Wen Lu angrily. He didn't know whether Wen Lu thought too little or he thought too much: "In that case, I have no preparations. How can I come to see your parents?"

"Just have a meal." Wen Lu took out the textbooks from his schoolbag, puzzled by his words, "What preparations do we need?"

After thinking about it, Shen Zaitu thought it was right, and suddenly thought of one thing, he hurriedly asked: "Then what is your mother's impression of me? Did you say anything nice to me?"

Wen Lu is not a fool, he understood Shen Zaitu's meaning in his heart, so he muttered: "That's it, why should I speak well of you, besides, I don't know you well."

Shen Zaitu looked hopeless at Wen Lu: "Why don't you speak nice things to me, your mother will be..."

As Shen Zaitu spoke, his voice became hoarse. What he said later was too embarrassing, and he blushed in embarrassment.

From now on, your mother will be my mother-in-law, so I will follow suit.

He couldn't say that.

Even though Shen Zaitu has a thick skin like an iron wall, but now his face is flushed with shame.

"...Don't talk nonsense." Wen Lu's voice was so small that he couldn't hear it, and his heart was beating accordingly.

Shen Zaitu looked at him like a thief, Wen Lu lowered his head, soft like a cat, as if you just stretched out your hand, and he could tilt his head and rub against the back of your hand.

Shen Zaitu pursed his lips into a straight line and remained silent. Suddenly he took out a new calculation notebook from the table.

Call him: "Wen Lu, come here and watch."

"What?" Wen Lu watched what he wrote in the notebook, and slowly rubbed his head over.

The two heads are very close to each other, Shen Zaitu is no longer wearing a hat, and the soft tips of his hair are entangled with his stubble in a somewhat disproportionate manner.

"What to write?" Wen Lu asked.

"Didn't you say you don't know me?" Shen Zaitu was very attentive, "I wrote down all my age, height, constellation, zodiac, hobbies, and you can memorize them all."

When Wen Lu heard this, his heart exploded in an instant: "What... what, why should I recite these things from you?"

While writing on the way, Shen said, "You write too, and I'll just recite yours, so you won't suffer."

Wen Lu said angrily, "I don't."

Shen Zaitu grinned, looking at him, as long as Wen Lu gets angry, he will become very pure, like a little rabbit, there is an unbearably soft feeling about him, Shen Zaitu pressed down and reached out to rub his desire|desire: " Then I'll write it, you have to recite it anyway."

Wen Lu was so angry that he couldn't finish his homework anymore.

Someone was still muttering: "Remember, my name is Shen Zaitu, male gender, zodiac Aries, hobbies, playing basketball, my personal hobby is Wenlu..." His voice was very Low and low, like breathing on your ears, people can't help but blush and heartbeat.

Wen Lu couldn't listen to it anymore, especially when he said "what do you like?" Shen Zaitu asked himself and answered, "I just like Wen Lu".

Wen Lu's whole figure was scalded by boiling water and almost melted on the seat. With only the strength of his hands, he pushed Shen Zaitu feebly and stopped him from talking nonsense: "What do you like, I, I don't like you .”

After speaking, he walked out of the classroom.

"Hey." Shen Zaitu hurriedly followed, and asked after him, "How do you know you don't like me?"

Wen Lu was so ashamed, he covered his ears with his hands, and walked in a panic: "I just know."

"If you don't try to like me first, how do you know you won't like me." Shen Zaitu's voice was loud, and it was time between classes, the students heard it all, and some people teased them:

"Hey, old Shen, you're molesting your wife again."

"Can't tell, his wife is angry, and Lao Shen is following behind to coax her."

"Hahaha, Wen Lu, this kid is a pervert, be careful."

"Yang Fan, what are you talking about? Our old Shen is a little virgin who hasn't even held hands. By the way, have you had sex?"

The students didn't mean anything malicious, but Wen Lu was so ashamed that he almost crouched on the ground hugging his knees.

When Shen Zaitu saw Wen Lu, he was so angry in his heart that he yelled at them: "What are you talking about, get the hell out of here."

There were many people in the corridor, and Shen Zaitu was pushing and shoving with a group of young men, and when he reached the stairs, Wen Luren had disappeared.

Shen Zaitu: "Look, it was caused by you people."

"Hurry up and chase him." The classmates cheered him up, "Why are you standing there, stupid."

Someone was lying on the balcony, saw Wen Lu's figure, and hurriedly shouted: "Old Shen, hurry up, your wife is right below."

Shen Zaitu didn't care about blushing and being shy, under the pressure of a group of people.

Shen Zaitu ran downstairs with strides.

But before he could catch up with Wen Lu, he was stopped by someone.

It's a girl in the same age group. Shen Zaitu seems to have heard of it. Her surname is Li, and she seems to be a class girl.

Ban Hua held an envelope in her hand and bit her lip: "Trouble, please."

Shen Zaitu was not in the mood to care whether he was a classmate or not, so he turned around and was about to leave, but he stopped when the other party said "Help me to be at the same table as you".

"What did you say?" Shen Zaitu stared at the girl in front of him in disbelief, took the envelope over and asked, "Who is this for?"

Ban Hua was still very shy when talking about such things in public, "I'm sorry to trouble you, thank you."

After saying this, Ban Hua turned around and ran away.

A pink love letter with a string of hearts painted on it, the kind that flaps its little wings.

It's light, but feels heavy in the hand.

Shen Zaitu was so depressed that he sat on his seat, wondering if he should hand over the love letter to Wen Lu.

"What are you doing? You didn't go to find Wen Lu, why did you come back by yourself first?" Ding Cheng saw Shen Zaitu's sullen expression when he entered the classroom, and asked him.

Shen Zaitu put the envelope in his hand on the table: "No, look."

Ding Cheng looked at it and smiled: "Hey, who gave this to you."

"What is for me, this is for Wen Lu."

Ding Cheng was surprised: "Then my sister-in-law is quite attractive."

Shen Zaitu slapped off his outstretched paw: "Don't move."

As he said that, Ding Cheng quickly winked at Shen Zaitu: "Here we come."

Shen Zaitu turned his head and looked out the window. It was Wen Lu, who put away the love letter and put it in his pocket, pretending that nothing happened.

After waiting for Wen Lu to sit in his seat, Shen Zaitu couldn't hold back and told him the matter.

But Shen Zaitu has his own thoughts, if he really wants to take a step back to make room for his rival, then he is not Shen Zaitu.

So, in the middle of the class, wait for the teacher to go out.

Shen Zaitu pretended to take out the love letter, and said to himself: "Oh, what do these girls think about every day now, and how vulgar this kind of love letter is, really, vulgar."

He said this on purpose to Wen Lu, and he didn't sign the letter.

Shen Zaitu naturally had room to play.

Wen Lu heard his words and looked up at him: "Don't talk in class."

Shen Zaitu rolled his eyes, thinking in his heart: "No, Wen Lu, please do me a favor."

"What are you busy with?"

"That's right, that, I don't want to trouble you, but." Shen Zaitu said with a guilty conscience, and he handed over the love letter, "Please return one for me, and reject her."

Wen Lu blinked, picked up the envelope, and from the cover, he knew it was a letter showing love, and scratched it twice with his fingertips: "Who, whose is it?"

Shen Zaitu lied without blinking an eye: "It's just those girls' writing, you write well, please write back for me, just say that I want to study hard, and I don't want to be entangled by love for my son and daughter."

Wen Lu asked: "They wrote it for you?"

Thinking that the love letter was for Wen Lu, Shen Zaitu's heart was bubbling with sourness: "Yes, it might be possible to return it to you, please write it quickly, and return a rejection letter for me."

Wen Lu suddenly returned the letter to him: "I can't, you write it yourself."

Shen Zaitu deliberately provoked him: "If you don't reply, I'll just write that I have someone I like, and let her give up. If she asks who I am, I'll say it's you."

"Thick-skinned." Wen Lu scolded him in a low voice, but his voice was tolerant.

Shen Zaitu pursed his lips and snickered, deliberately sternly: "Then write a letter for me to reject her."

Wen Lu ignored him.

Shen Zaitu tugged at his sleeve: "Leave it to me after school."

Wen Lu still ignored him.

Shen Zaitu poked him with his finger: "Is it going to work?"

Wen Lu dodged slightly: "You are so annoying."

Shen Zaitu tore up the love letter in front of Wen Lu. He tore it up so happily that he said, "Write it quickly, write it quickly, don't read these things."

Wen Lu looked at his deskmate suspiciously.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what went wrong.