Ten minutes before going out, Lin Anran filled her thermos with water.
Seven points cool, three separate. He tightened the lid and put the thermos into the leftmost compartment of the backpack, where he could take it out with one tap.
The various materials in this bag are very eye-catching. The largest area is a three-story thick insulated lunch box in the center. It's hard to tell that this person's destination is actually only a place more than twenty minutes away from home.
Lin Anran looked up at his watch for the second time, and lowered his head to check the contents of the bag.
The fully charged phone is still plugged into the charging cable at this time, because it is necessary to make sure that the battery is 100% when you step out. Although there is already a power bank in the bag at any time.
Lin Anran looked at his watch again and decided to leave five minutes before the planned time. He took a deep breath, then changed his shoes and opened the door.
He was like an animal leaving the nest, a little nervous.
Stepping out of this door is like stepping into another strange air. And he had already put on a fisherman hat and mask at home in advance.
He checked the keys in the bag again and again before locking the door. The planned route is in his mobile phone memo. He repeatedly confirmed the twenty-minute journey yesterday.
Just in case, the memo has been opened first, and you can view it by pressing the screen. Make sure there is no error.
Lin Anran usually goes out very rarely. The highest record ever set is that he has not stepped out of the house once for six months in a row.
He was the only one with long sleeves and trousers along the way, and he was armed, and he seemed to be the kind of weird character.
Lin Anran had already boarded the subway, and the number of people in the nearby stations gradually increased. His gaze is always only on the toe of his shoe.
Lin Anran was already trying to avoid contact with passers-by, but there was still an episode in the middle.
A warm-hearted elder sister behind him wanted to remind Lin An Ranran that there was a seat next to him. She yelled and didn't respond again, so she leaned out and stretched out her hand to Lin Anran, who was facing her back.
"Little girl, come and sit behind"
Lin Anran's long hair stayed for a long time, and her long, straight black hair was tied into a bundle behind her head. In addition, a fisherman hat was tightly fastened on his head, which made his chin more compact, and was mistaken for a little girl by the older sister.
The figure in front of him seemed to react a little slow, and then he turned around.
The eldest sister sighed with emotion in her heart that the little girl now looks really fair, and the eyes she saw were incredibly handsome.
Just a bit colder, not talking. The other party just waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it, and didn't sit down.
Lin Anran turned around again and pulled the mask up nervously with the other hand.
Just now, a stranger's hand pulled his sleeve, and Lin Anran's heart beat quickly.
But everything else is fine. The subway track is fixed and will not take him to other places. Lin Anran stood behind the crowd, and the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
The correspondent who lit up on the screen was "Aunt".
He stared at the name for a while before pressing answer. A familiar female voice came from the phone: "Xiao Ran?"
Lin Anran called on this end of the phone: "Auntie."
"Don't forget that you are going to the doctor today, are you out?"
Lin Anran raised his head and saw the crowded subway exit.
"No," he said.
"Well, remember to bring your phone and call me if you have anything. Do you need me to pick you up later?"
"No need to."
"Well, you alone be careful, and I will call you again tonight."
"Great"
hang up the phone. Lin Anran found a place with no one to stand against the wall. He sent the information edited in the memo in the morning to the counseling teacher who was to see in the afternoon.
"Ms. Zhou: This is Lin Anran. I am not feeling well today. The appointment in the afternoon may need to be postponed. I'm sorry."
He received a reply after a minute.
"Okay, pay attention to your body. If you have any questions, you can always find me."
Lin Anran put down the phone, a stone fell to the ground in his heart.
If you send this message to Dr. Zhou too early, it will be more troublesome.
Teacher Zhou will probably discuss this with his aunt. Lin Anran wanted to buy some time for herself. Today is very important to him.
Very important.
He has a reason to go out.
Lin Anran doesn't like trouble. All interpersonal relationships are in trouble with each other. He doesn't want to trouble others, nor does he want to trouble himself.
Lin Anran adjusted his breathing, adjusted his hat, and set off again.
He ran into a little trouble after leaving the subway station. The map says it takes five minutes to walk to the destination. Before setting off, he drilled many times on the real map on the screen, but the real street scene displayed on the mobile phone and the real scene seen by himself in it seemed to be different.
Lin Anran panted slightly. He wiped his sweat and looked around.
In time, the press conference started at three o'clock, and he set off from home at one o'clock. Too late.
He comforted himself in his heart, immersed himself in studying the map, frowning unconsciously.
He should have made the wrong turn just now, isn't it this intersection? Maybe this intersection is different from the previous one? He is currently in the opposite direction...
Lin Anran turned dizzy. He stood alone on the sidewalk for a long time. A girl passing by was in a hurry. She glanced at Lin Anran's face and stopped to ask if he was lost.
"Bosalia Convention and Exhibition Center, you are going in the wrong direction." The girl showed him the way: "Hey, go over the sidewalk in front, change the direction of the road on the opposite side, and go straight until you reach the turn of the overpass. I can see it."
"Thank you." Lin Anran said.
"Nothing." The girl said, couldn't help but stare at him a few more times, discerning whether it was a boy or a girl in her heart.
This person speaks few words, doesn't like to look at people, he can see that he has a cold personality. How can mens eyes look so good, if they are girls, they dont sound like them.
Lin Anran left after asking the way.
The red light in front flickered a few times, and he quickened his pace. The air was mixed with the smell of asphalt and sidewalks, and the sound of cars whizzed past my ears, blowing a dusty wind.
Everything from the outside made him anxious.
Lin Anran tasted rust in his mouth. He took off his mask and saw that it was smeared with scarlet blood.
His lips were bitten during the time he was out. Lin An Ranran didn't notice it himself, he had been biting his lip unconsciously since he didn't know when.
Tear off the thin layer of skin, and the blood inside came out. The wound looked a little scary. Lin Anran had to stand by a trash can and wiped off several tissues to stop the bleeding.
When he went around and finally saw the huge building of the Convention and Exhibition Center, it was already more than two o'clock.
Lin Anran became anxious again.
He came so early, but he had a little luck in his heart. Perhaps waiting in the lobby in advance, I can see Shang Hao the moment he enters the arena. Now it seems that he is still late.
Todays hall pulled up a large and eye-catching banner in advance to celebrate the complete success of Tiannengs new energy power technology conference. Each entrance is equipped with security guards in black uniforms.
Lin Anran tried, but the security stopped letting him go inside.
Ordinary visitors can enter the exhibition hall. Only invited leaders, media reporters, customers and company internal personnel can enter.
Lin Anran was speechless when the security guard asked him. He was no one.
He spent too long here, seeing that the time was almost three o'clock, during which time he didn't see Shang Hao's shadow at all. Maybe they should have a special passage from the back door or something.
As soon as Lin Anran became anxious, the wound on her lips began to ache again.
He was armed, hat, mask, long dress and trousers, carrying a backpack, and wandering in the hall for a long time alone. It's really suspicious.
The hall was high and empty, and he could hear the echo of vague applause from the second floor. The press conference has already begun, and the voice from someone who is not known is amplified through the microphone, and it becomes unclear.
Lin Anran tilted his head and looked in the direction of the second floor.
Because of this conference, Tianneng Groups stock has risen since last month. Also because it is a press conference of a group company, Shang Hao will speak in front of the media today.
Shang Hao received much attention when he returned from studying in the UK.
First, he took over his father and became one of the youngest executive directors of listed companies in the Mainland, and then set up his own private equity investment company. He invested boldly in the development zone. In the eyes of outsiders, this young owner with strong investment funds is no different from the world. God of Wealth.
The kind that can bring fortune by saying the name several times.
The God of Wealth, whom how many people wanted to climb, suddenly came to Jiangcheng, and no one knew how long he would stay this time.
After the press conference started, few people walked around in the lobby. Only this unrelated person carrying the bag goes around aimlessly over and over again.
Although he couldn't see anything, he still looked up from time to time.
Everyone who came to him cast strange glances at him. Lin Anran took a propaganda pamphlet on the booth on the first floor, flipped through it, and finally put it into her bag.
The press conference ended after five o'clock, and the sky was already dark outside. How long did the press conference last, and how long Lin Anran stood there.
Lin Anran stood beside the bonsai in the corner of the hall, and tried to eat a piece of bread in the corner without disturbing others.
One afternoon, he temporarily borrowed this position.
This person who couldn't see his face was as quiet as an obscure mushroom occupying a corner. He was persistent and strange.
The conference proceeded as usual. Lin Anran didn't know what he was thinking, he looked at the direction of the second floor, folded the wrapping paper in his hand, and stuffed it into his backpack.
He stood alone in the lobby for an afternoon, and he didn't even see the slightest shadow of Shang Hao, but he gained the attention of the security guards from time to time.
Those gazes made Lin Mo lower his head lower. A new wound appeared on his lips. Sometimes he pretends to look out the window, and the palm of his cell phone is wet with sweat.
My feet are sore.
The lights were on in the hall. Perhaps the above press conference has ended, and at this time there are more people haunting the lobby on the first floor. Leaving in twos and threes, walked out of the gate of the Convention and Exhibition Center.
has it ended? Lin Anran looked from under the brim of his hat, and most people walked towards the exit in unison.
Shang Hao may have no hope of going out from here, and that person may not go through this passage.
His itinerary is not always public, so Lin Anran may not always find it online.
One day later, the bite wound on Lin Anran's lips is now fiercely painful.
When people were almost gone, he was finally willing to leave. Lin An Ranran walked out slowly, and finally glanced at the second floor.
Thinking of standing like a wooden man for an afternoon. He couldn't help feeling funny, and smiled softly to himself. Lin Anran looked back at the building again.
The evening breeze blew on his face, bringing a little coolness.
When Lin Anran returned home according to the planned route, the time was displayed at 7:02.
The point in time that is not up or down. Lin Anran chose to take a bath first.
After coming out of the bathroom, I sat on the sofa. He seemed to be in a daze, and he seemed to be thinking about things, sitting until he was a little sleepy.
In the afternoon, my aunt made another phone call. On the phone, she asked carefully where Lin Anran was now, if she wanted to talk to her.
Doctor Zhou called and talked to her about not going to the clinic. Lin Anran shook her head silently on the other end of the phone, keeping her eyes on the glass fence on the second floor.
Although he couldn't see anything.
Lin Anran already felt a little tired. Going out the door has consumed too much of his energy, even though he actually didn't do anything.
There was a faint sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole behind him. Lin Anran's eyes moved, and he did not look back.
As if he knew someone would come, he didn't feel surprised. Lin Anran didn't look back until the sound of that person's footsteps reached behind him from the door.
There was a rustling movement next to his head, and it was a suit jacket casually draped on the sofa. He let the tall figure approach him.
The man squatted down. His waist wearing a shirt squeezed between his legs, and at the same time he hugged Lin Anran's waist with his arms, hooping him into his arms.
Lin Anran on the sofa was dragged forward for a certain distance, feeling the man's head buried in his stomach.
"Shang Hao." Lin Anran looked down at that head and called out to him.
Hearing him calling himself, Shang Hao, who was buried in his body, turned his head slightly against Lin Anran, revealing half of his face.
The merchant's son has one-eighth Portuguese ancestry. The high brow bones and scattered eye sockets give a deep feeling, the jaw line is clear and fluent, and the excellent bridge of the nose is high and straight.
His skeletal features are both profound and three-dimensional in the West, and at the same time have the Qingjun Zhouzheng in the Chinese style. He is a man who can cross the financial sector and the irrelevant entertainment gossip sector with a single face.
Lin Anran reached out and hugged him back. The weight of the two people made his person fall into the sofa a little more.
Lin Anran found that he especially liked to hug himself like this.
He was half buried in Lin Anran, breathing slowly and deeply, hugging his body, taking his body temperature, with a certain inexplicable smile on his face.
Lin Anran was high, he was low, it seemed that he didn't know who was hugging whom.
The man's arms went around Lin Anran's waist, and both hands squeezed into the gap between Lin Anran's back and the sofa, climbed onto Lin Anran's back, and wrapped around his body.
The two postures are not clear what is weird. Shang Hao is very tall, and he holds the man who is completely leaning against him, as if he is holding an oversized clingy baby.
Lin Anran said softly, "I went to see you today."
Shang Hao rubbed his face against his stomach and asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Lin Anran said nothing. A little embarrassed smiled.
There were few expressions on his face, and the smile suddenly became colored. Shang Hao looked at him, then buried his head deeply on him, holding his waist tighter with his hands.
In the living room was quiet for a while, and the man who buried his face on him said again: "Next time you tell me directly, I will let someone pick you up."
Lin Anran obediently agreed. It seems that Shang Hao would say everything he would say.
But he himself didn't seem to care much about it, and he still looked down at Shang Hao. It seems that the person who broke Doctor Zhou's appointment that afternoon and stood in the hall for an afternoon was not like him.
If you see this message, please urge me to go to the code word qaq. Im too lazy to update temporarily.
Ten minutes before going out, Lin Anran filled her thermos with water.
Seven points cool, three separate. He tightened the lid and put the thermos into the leftmost compartment of the backpack, where he could take it out with one tap.
The various materials in this bag are very eye-catching. The largest area is a three-story thick insulated lunch box in the center. It's hard to tell that this person's destination is actually only a place more than twenty minutes away from home.
Lin Anran looked up at his watch for the second time, and lowered his head to check the contents of the bag.
The fully charged phone is still plugged into the charging cable at this time, because it is necessary to make sure that the battery is 100% when you step out. Although there is already a power bank in the bag at any time.
Lin Anran looked at his watch again and decided to leave five minutes before the planned time. He took a deep breath, then changed his shoes and opened the door.
He was like an animal leaving the nest, a little nervous.
Stepping out of this door is like stepping into another strange air. And he had already put on a fisherman hat and mask at home in advance.
He checked the keys in the bag again and again before locking the door. The planned route is in his mobile phone memo. He repeatedly confirmed the twenty-minute journey yesterday.
Just in case, the memo has been opened first, and you can view it by pressing the screen. Make sure there is no error.
Lin Anran usually goes out very rarely. The highest record ever set is that he has not stepped out of the house once for six months in a row.
He was the only one with long sleeves and trousers along the way, and he was armed, and he seemed to be the kind of weird character.
Lin Anran had already boarded the subway, and the number of people in the nearby stations gradually increased. His gaze is always only on the toe of his shoe.
Lin Anran was already trying to avoid contact with passers-by, but there was still an episode in the middle.
A warm-hearted elder sister behind him wanted to remind Lin An Ranran that there was a seat next to him. She yelled and didn't respond again, so she leaned out and stretched out her hand to Lin Anran, who was facing her back.
"Little girl, come and sit behind"
Lin Anran's long hair stayed for a long time, and her long, straight black hair was tied into a bundle behind her head. In addition, a fisherman hat was tightly fastened on his head, which made his chin more compact, and was mistaken for a little girl by the older sister.
The figure in front of him seemed to react a little slow, and then he turned around.
The eldest sister sighed with emotion in her heart that the little girl now looks really fair, and the eyes she saw were incredibly handsome.
Just a bit colder, not talking. The other party just waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it, and didn't sit down.
Lin Anran turned around again and pulled the mask up nervously with the other hand.
Just now, a stranger's hand pulled his sleeve, and Lin Anran's heart beat quickly.
But everything else is fine. The subway track is fixed and will not take him to other places. Lin Anran stood behind the crowd, and the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.
The correspondent who lit up on the screen was "Aunt".
He stared at the name for a while before pressing answer. A familiar female voice came from the phone: "Xiao Ran?"
Lin Anran called on this end of the phone: "Auntie."
"Don't forget that you are going to the doctor today, are you out?"
Lin Anran raised his head and saw the crowded subway exit.
"No," he said.
"Well, remember to bring your phone and call me if you have anything. Do you need me to pick you up later?"
"No need to."
"Well, you alone be careful, and I will call you again tonight."
"Great"
hang up the phone. Lin Anran found a place with no one to stand against the wall. He sent the information edited in the memo in the morning to the counseling teacher who was to see in the afternoon.
"Ms. Zhou: This is Lin Anran. I am not feeling well today. The appointment in the afternoon may need to be postponed. I'm sorry."
He received a reply after a minute.
"Okay, pay attention to your body. If you have any questions, you can always find me."
Lin Anran put down the phone, a stone fell to the ground in his heart.
If you send this message to Dr. Zhou too early, it will be more troublesome.
Teacher Zhou will probably discuss this with his aunt. Lin Anran wanted to buy some time for herself. Today is very important to him.
Very important.
He has a reason to go out.
Lin Anran doesn't like trouble. All interpersonal relationships are in trouble with each other. He doesn't want to trouble others, nor does he want to trouble himself.
Lin Anran adjusted his breathing, adjusted his hat, and set off again.
He ran into a little trouble after leaving the subway station. The map says it takes five minutes to walk to the destination. Before setting off, he drilled many times on the real map on the screen, but the real street scene displayed on the mobile phone and the real scene seen by himself in it seemed to be different.
Lin Anran panted slightly. He wiped his sweat and looked around.
In time, the press conference started at three o'clock, and he set off from home at one o'clock. Too late.
He comforted himself in his heart, immersed himself in studying the map, frowning unconsciously.
He should have made the wrong turn just now, isn't it this intersection? Maybe this intersection is different from the previous one? He is currently in the opposite direction...
Lin Anran turned dizzy. He stood alone on the sidewalk for a long time. A girl passing by was in a hurry. She glanced at Lin Anran's face and stopped to ask if he was lost.
"Bosalia Convention and Exhibition Center, you are going in the wrong direction." The girl showed him the way: "Hey, go over the sidewalk in front, change the direction of the road on the opposite side, and go straight until you reach the turn of the overpass. I can see it."
"Thank you." Lin Anran said.
"Nothing." The girl said, couldn't help but stare at him a few more times, discerning whether it was a boy or a girl in her heart.
This person speaks few words, doesn't like to look at people, he can see that he has a cold personality. How can mens eyes look so good, if they are girls, they dont sound like them.
Lin Anran left after asking the way.
The red light in front flickered a few times, and he quickened his pace. The air was mixed with the smell of asphalt and sidewalks, and the sound of cars whizzed past my ears, blowing a dusty wind.
Everything from the outside made him anxious.
Lin Anran tasted rust in his mouth. He took off his mask and saw that it was smeared with scarlet blood.
His lips were bitten during the time he was out. Lin An Ranran didn't notice it himself, he had been biting his lip unconsciously since he didn't know when.
Tear off the thin layer of skin, and the blood inside came out. The wound looked a little scary. Lin Anran had to stand by a trash can and wiped off several tissues to stop the bleeding.
When he went around and finally saw the huge building of the Convention and Exhibition Center, it was already more than two o'clock.
Lin Anran became anxious again.
He came so early, but he had a little luck in his heart. Perhaps waiting in the lobby in advance, I can see Shang Hao the moment he enters the arena. Now it seems that he is still late.
Todays hall pulled up a large and eye-catching banner in advance to celebrate the complete success of Tiannengs new energy power technology conference. Each entrance is equipped with security guards in black uniforms.
Lin Anran tried, but the security stopped letting him go inside.
Ordinary visitors can enter the exhibition hall. Only invited leaders, media reporters, customers and company internal personnel can enter.
Lin Anran was speechless when the security guard asked him. He was no one.
He spent too long here, seeing that the time was almost three o'clock, during which time he didn't see Shang Hao's shadow at all. Maybe they should have a special passage from the back door or something.
As soon as Lin Anran became anxious, the wound on her lips began to ache again.
He was armed, hat, mask, long dress and trousers, carrying a backpack, and wandering in the hall for a long time alone. It's really suspicious.
The hall was high and empty, and he could hear the echo of vague applause from the second floor. The press conference has already begun, and the voice from someone who is not known is amplified through the microphone, and it becomes unclear.
Lin Anran tilted his head and looked in the direction of the second floor.
Because of this conference, Tianneng Groups stock has risen since last month. Also because it is a press conference of a group company, Shang Hao will speak in front of the media today.
Shang Hao received much attention when he returned from studying in the UK.
First, he took over his father and became one of the youngest executive directors of listed companies in the Mainland, and then set up his own private equity investment company. He invested boldly in the development zone. In the eyes of outsiders, this young owner with strong investment funds is no different from the world. God of Wealth.
The kind that can bring fortune by saying the name several times.
The God of Wealth, whom how many people wanted to climb, suddenly came to Jiangcheng, and no one knew how long he would stay this time.
After the press conference started, few people walked around in the lobby. Only this unrelated person carrying the bag goes around aimlessly over and over again.
Although he couldn't see anything, he still looked up from time to time.
Everyone who came to him cast strange glances at him. Lin Anran took a propaganda pamphlet on the booth on the first floor, flipped through it, and finally put it into her bag.
The press conference ended after five o'clock, and the sky was already dark outside. How long did the press conference last, and how long Lin Anran stood there.
Lin Anran stood beside the bonsai in the corner of the hall, and tried to eat a piece of bread in the corner without disturbing others.
One afternoon, he temporarily borrowed this position.
This person who couldn't see his face was as quiet as an obscure mushroom occupying a corner. He was persistent and strange.
The conference proceeded as usual. Lin Anran didn't know what he was thinking, he looked at the direction of the second floor, folded the wrapping paper in his hand, and stuffed it into his backpack.
He stood alone in the lobby for an afternoon, and he didn't even see the slightest shadow of Shang Hao, but he gained the attention of the security guards from time to time.
Those gazes made Lin Mo lower his head lower. A new wound appeared on his lips. Sometimes he pretends to look out the window, and the palm of his cell phone is wet with sweat.
My feet are sore.
The lights were on in the hall. Perhaps the above press conference has ended, and at this time there are more people haunting the lobby on the first floor. Leaving in twos and threes, walked out of the gate of the Convention and Exhibition Center.
has it ended? Lin Anran looked from under the brim of his hat, and most people walked towards the exit in unison.
Shang Hao may have no hope of going out from here, and that person may not go through this passage.
His itinerary is not always public, so Lin Anran may not always find it online.
One day later, the bite wound on Lin Anran's lips is now fiercely painful.
When people were almost gone, he was finally willing to leave. Lin An Ranran walked out slowly, and finally glanced at the second floor.
Thinking of standing like a wooden man for an afternoon. He couldn't help feeling funny, and smiled softly to himself. Lin Anran looked back at the building again.
The evening breeze blew on his face, bringing a little coolness.
When Lin Anran returned home according to the planned route, the time was displayed at 7:02.
The point in time that is not up or down. Lin Anran chose to take a bath first.
After coming out of the bathroom, I sat on the sofa. He seemed to be in a daze, and he seemed to be thinking about things, sitting until he was a little sleepy.
In the afternoon, my aunt made another phone call. On the phone, she asked carefully where Lin Anran was now, if she wanted to talk to her.
Doctor Zhou called and talked to her about not going to the clinic. Lin Anran shook her head silently on the other end of the phone, keeping her eyes on the glass fence on the second floor.
Although he couldn't see anything.
Lin Anran already felt a little tired. Going out the door has consumed too much of his energy, even though he actually didn't do anything.
There was a faint sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole behind him. Lin Anran's eyes moved, and he did not look back.
As if he knew someone would come, he didn't feel surprised. Lin Anran didn't look back until the sound of that person's footsteps reached behind him from the door.
There was a rustling movement next to his head, and it was a suit jacket casually draped on the sofa. He let the tall figure approach him.
The man squatted down. His waist wearing a shirt squeezed between his legs, and at the same time he hugged Lin Anran's waist with his arms, hooping him into his arms.
Lin Anran on the sofa was dragged forward for a certain distance, feeling the man's head buried in his stomach.
"Shang Hao." Lin Anran looked down at that head and called out to him.
Hearing him calling himself, Shang Hao, who was buried in his body, turned his head slightly against Lin Anran, revealing half of his face.
The merchant's son has one-eighth Portuguese ancestry. The high brow bones and scattered eye sockets give a deep feeling, the jaw line is clear and fluent, and the excellent bridge of the nose is high and straight.
His skeletal features are both profound and three-dimensional in the West, and at the same time have the Qingjun Zhouzheng in the Chinese style. He is a man who can cross the financial sector and the irrelevant entertainment gossip sector with a single face.
Lin Anran reached out and hugged him back. The weight of the two people made his person fall into the sofa a little more.
Lin Anran found that he especially liked to hug himself like this.
He was half buried in Lin Anran, breathing slowly and deeply, hugging his body, taking his body temperature, with a certain inexplicable smile on his face.
Lin Anran was high, he was low, it seemed that he didn't know who was hugging whom.
The man's arms went around Lin Anran's waist, and both hands squeezed into the gap between Lin Anran's back and the sofa, climbed onto Lin Anran's back, and wrapped around his body.
The two postures are not clear what is weird. Shang Hao is very tall, and he holds the man who is completely leaning against him, as if he is holding an oversized clingy baby.
Lin Anran said softly, "I went to see you today."
Shang Hao rubbed his face against his stomach and asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Lin Anran said nothing. A little embarrassed smiled.
There were few expressions on his face, and the smile suddenly became colored. Shang Hao looked at him, then buried his head deeply on him, holding his waist tighter with his hands.
In the living room was quiet for a while, and the man who buried his face on him said again: "Next time you tell me directly, I will let someone pick you up."
Lin Anran obediently agreed. It seems that Shang Hao would say everything he would say.
But he himself didn't seem to care much about it, and he still looked down at Shang Hao. It seems that the person who broke Doctor Zhou's appointment that afternoon and stood in the hall for an afternoon was not like him.
If you see this message, please urge me to go to the code word qaq. Im too lazy to update temporarily.
