Liu Haoran

It was already eight o'clock in the morning when Xia Weiliang woke up completely.

This time, I don't know if it was because of the jet lag, it was an hour later than usual.

Xia Weiliang sleeps very regularly. She turns off her phone after she goes to bed at night, until she wakes up naturally in the morning, and then gets up.

Over time, a stable biological clock has already been formed.

This made Liu Haoran very wronged. Every time he woke up, he felt bad that no one around him was around. Every time before going to bed, he thought about getting up earlier than Xia Weiliang the next day to make breakfast for her.

But after Liu Haoran struggled with the alarm clock several times, he finally gave up on this unrealistic idea, and instead got up in a daze to offer his good morning kiss to Xia Weiliang who was making breakfast, and then wrapped himself in a quilt and continued to sleep.

Thinking of Liu Haoran, Xia Weiliang quickly turned on her phone.

Sure enough, Liu Baobao has the most records in the missed calls, this is what Liu Haoran changed himself when he saw his note one time, so that he can call it a couple name.

Xia Weiliang was peeling Pingguo, and said with a smile, "I can't be Baby Xia, can I?"

"Of course not." Liu Haoran took half of the apple that Xia Weiliang handed over, took a big bite and returned.

"What's that?" Xia Weiliang was amazed that her guess was wrong.

"Haha, it's Liu Baobao's baby." Satisfied, Liu Haoran smiled and watched Xia Weiliang get deflated. Xia Weiliang doesn't get deflated often, so he has to appreciate it.

"It's really nasty." Xia Weiliang didn't expect it to be this remark, watching Liu Haoran eat half of the apple in his hand, leaving only a core.

It looked delicious, looked at the half of the apple in his hand, and followed Liu Haoran's example and took a big bite, the fresh juice splashed out.

"Is it so sweet?

It's a pun, I don't know if it's the evaluation of Apple, or the comment Liu Haoran gave himself.

"Of course, can I choose something sweet?"

Liu Haoran, the straight man of steel, obviously didn't learn the essence of Chinese, thought that Xia Weiliang was the one who asked about the apple, so he made some comments on the apple, and he didn't forget to boast about it.

If Liu Haoran's answer did not surprise Xia Weiliang, after all Xia Weiliang knew that Liu Haoran was that kind of simple person who didn't have much thought, but she was still a little disappointed.

"Hey, I really can't ask for too much." Xia Weiliang felt that she should be satisfied to have such a pure relationship, and she was such a good person.

So now Liu Haoran, who is full of confidence and begging for praise, makes Xia Weiliang fall into a deep trap, unable to extricate himself.

This is not the first time Xia Weiliang has fallen into deep trouble.

The first time I saw Liu Haoran, Xia Weiliang just felt that this person should be easy to get along with, and had a good impression of him.

Seeing Liu Haoran for the second time, Xia Weiliang felt that this person was very good, in line with all the beauty of Prince Charming in fairy tales, but she was not Snow White.

In the days to come, Liu Haoran's image gradually perfected in Xia Weiliang's eyes.

Occasionally, he loses his temper a little bit, and sometimes he is lost, confused, and will. . . . . . .

Xia Weiliang thought that she and Liu Haoran would be on two straight lines forever, always parallel and never intersecting.

Until that day when the hot wind blew up in the playground, the two parallel lines changed their inherent trajectories and began to tilt.

In the same plane, two straight lines must intersect if they are not parallel.

All it takes is a matter of time.

"What a foul." Xia Weiliang boasted that she was not a nymphomaniac, but why did she only become nympho to Liu Haoran.

"No, I'm not a nympho." Xia Weiliang took a deep breath and shook her head.

"I just appreciate it, that's right." Xia Weiliang found a perfect excuse for herself.

"I just appreciate his unique temperament, his consistent attitude, and his perseverance in hard work."

Liu Haoran was playing a game, and from time to time he typed to provoke a wave of opponents, looking happy like a three-year-old child.

"And I like him."