“Sister Su, are you lost?”
A disappointment flashed in Su Qingyu’s eyes, “It’s you.”
Zhou Yuantang didn’t seem to see the disappointment in her eyes, and stretched out his hand towards her, “When I saw Sister Su when I was passing by, did I get lost or twisted my foot?””
Su Qingyu refused his help, got up on his own, and smiled helplessly, “I just thought about things a little bit out of my mind, and I stopped here before I knew it.”
“My house is nearby. If Sister Su doesn’t mind, she can go and see you during the day. I have always missed you during the day.”
For this reason, she couldn’t refuse.
The warm interior of the car was in stark contrast to the outside, and Zhou Yuantang handed over a cup of milk tea that had not yet been unopened.
“I’m going home to drink, just to warm my sister up.”
Su Qingyu glanced down, it was red jujube, longan and ginger tea.
“Thank you.”
“Why is my sister so polite to me?”He smiled and turned around with the steering wheel with one hand.
Su Qingyu was a little strange. She suddenly had the illusion that this cup of ginger tea was originally bought for her, and it was no coincidence that he met himself.
But the young man’s face was magnanimous, without the slightest charming thought.
She dispelled the unrealistic fantasies in her mind.
“Why does Sister Su look at me like that?”
Su Qingyu took a sip of the warm ginger tea, “I just feel a little bit of time, the child back then grew up in one go.”
His face no longer has the childishness and baby fat of his childhood, and the tight jaw lines are smooth, vaguely sharp, but there is no stubble.
As he hit the steering wheel, the watch on his wrist flickered with a moving luster.
Very wonderful.
A man who has both the youth of a teenager, but also the stability of an adult, these two styles that are clearly unrelated to each other are not inconsistent with him.
He parked the car on the side of the road, the corners of his mouth curled up, “Sister Su, wait for me.”
As he said, he rushed into the heavy rain, and ten minutes later he came back, but he was carrying a large bag of things in his hand.
Not only are there some fresh fruits, but there is also a set of women’s clothing.
He stuffed the paper bag into Su Qingyu’s arms and explained with a smile: “Sister Su, I just saw that your skirt is wet. I guess I bought it. If the size is wrong, I will wear it.”