MTL - I Really Want to Sleep Until I Wake Up Naturally-Chapter 29 yearning

Ran Xing looked at the big characters and froze for a while, not because he was caught by these words, but felt that Fu Dashen not only has a good appearance, but also a small mouth. Honey's mouth is unbelievably sweet.

However, a man's mouth is a liar.

This kind of thing, just listen to it, it's a fool if you overthink it.

Ran Xing will never be naive enough to believe such sweet words.

Even though Chengdu has developed very well in recent years, it is still inferior to the Yangtze River Delta. Fu Xuechen is too good. Rather than Chengdu, which is located in the southwest corner.

Thick, with some meat.

It gives people a sense of **** and desire, and people can't help but want to kiss fiercely.

And staring at people's lips in a daze like this has a hint of "wanting to kiss".

Ran Xing is by no means "wanting to kiss", her deer eyes are clean and have no desire at all.

Fu Xuechen obviously realized that she was staring at his lips, and he raised the corners of his lips to reveal a light smile, and let her look at it openly and generously.

In the bright and whitish light of noon, the picture of the young man smiling in your sight is clean, holy, rippling and provocative, making people unable to help scream in the bottom of my heart: ah ah ah Ahh this is too sweet!

Seeing him laugh, Ran Xing lost his laugh, turned his head to concentrate on his schoolwork again, and another impression of Fu Xuechen came to his mind: not only sweet mouth, but also sweet personality!

Co-author Fu Xuechen took the sweet and lovely route!

Relying on daze and cranky thinking, two boring online substitute lessons were just passed.

After class, Ran Xing hurriedly stuffed the stationery and textbooks into the canvas bag, got up and left.

Fu Xuechen followed behind her and called out with a chuckle, "Ran Xing..."

Not only that, she looked a little irritable and disturbed.

It is true that Fu Xuechen did not touch her bottom line like Wu Chang did. Even if he was teasing, he was quite measured. a handful.

However, Ran Xing still finds it very troublesome, or even troubled, and feels that I have rejected you so many times, you don't understand human words, please don't stalk you, okay? it is good.

This kind of irritability made Ran Xing refuse from a good voice and become aloof and indifferent.

Fu Xuechen chased after her. Seeing the little girl's expression of indifference and even disgust, he slowly began to lose his mind. Emotional intelligence deals with his negative emotions caused by insomnia, but he is particularly frustrated when the little girl he likes ignores and even starts to get bored with his ruthless love.

Ran Xing is definitely the most difficult math problem he has ever encountered in his life.

Faced with her, he had no idea.

He rarely looked serious, and emphasized seriously: "Ran Xing, from the beginning, I have been interested in you."

Ran Xing was deaf, and walked downstairs quickly.

Fu Xuechen stepped up to follow, lowered his voice and said a little irritably: "Why don't you look down on me?"

Ran Xing remained silent and walked forward.

At the corner of the stairs, Fu Xuechen took a quick step, stood in front of her, stopped her at the corner of the corridor, looked down at her, and vowed an answer: "Why?"

Ran Xing was very annoyed, she exhaled a long breath, then looked up at Fu Xuechen: "I don't look down on you, it's my own problem, I told you, I I'm not planning to fall in love!"

Fu Xuechen gradually understood the crux of the problem, this girl didn't plan to fall in love, she never planned to start, so no matter how much she teased her, she would stay in the same direction.

He stared at her for a moment, with a domineering command tone, said: "Then plan from now on."

Ran Xing looked "Ha?!"

Fu Xuechen's mood improved a little, he asked suddenly, "Remember the pot of powder palm I gave you?"

Of course Ran Xing remembered the potted plant with unique petals. The pot of pink palm rested on her table. She originally wanted to return it to him, but she kept forgetting about it.

Fu Xuechen's voice gradually returned to the slow and melodious voice of the past, and said, "Do you know the flower language of Fanzhang?"

Ran Xing shook his head blankly.

Fu Xuechen told her the answer bluntly: "The yearning for a beautiful love."

Ran Xing was stunned, the potted plant was ordinary, but it had a very beautiful flower language.

Fu Xuechen said slowly, "I raised that pot of powder palm in my first year of high school. I was fifteen years old at that time, a high school student, young and budding, and suddenly I wanted to fall in love or something, but I Such a person is not qualified to fall in love. Then I raised that pot of powder palm, I thought, maybe, one day I will meet the right person who makes me want to fall in love, and then I will put this Give her a pot of powder palm."

Ran Xing was startled, her eyes as clear and clean as a deer fixed on him, a complex light flashed across her dark pupils, and her cold and beautiful face loosened for a moment.

She thought of the way he stubbornly and awkwardly shoved the bowl of powder palm into her and refused to take it back.

It was also from that time that he started flirting with her, and then there were all kinds of intersections later.

Fu Xuechen's voice was a little sandy: "Ran Xing, you are so smart, you should know what I mean!"

Ran Xing is not stupid, of course she guessed what he wanted to say, but she started to rebel inexplicably, and subconsciously replied: "I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Fu Xuechen smiled lowly and said, "Then let me tell you!"

Ran Xing said he didn't want to listen.

Fu Xuechen lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Ran Xing, you are all my longing for love."

The hot breath fell on her ear, and ambiguous words invaded her mind...

Ran Xing took a step back in shock, as if he had been scalded.

Behind her are the tiles of the teaching building, which should be icy cold, but in the autumn weather, even the tiles are hot.

She needs to cool down, but the hot tiles make her whole body hot, and her heart is hot.

Who in this world would grow a potted plant like Fu Xuechen, whose language is "the yearning for a beautiful love", and then give it to a girl solemnly one day.

Ran Xing had never been moved by Fu Xuechen, but at this moment, he was still moved by him.

She had a feeling that her soul was shaken.

Goosebumps came out.

After all, who doesn't yearn for love?

The feeling of finding a soulmate among hundreds of millions of people who can accompany you for a lifetime is just like the eighth wonder of mankind.

Even though Ran Xing doesn't want to fall in love, she still believes in love, she just doesn't believe that love will happen to her.

Fu Xuechen looked at the girl who was shrinking back, and didn't intend to let her go, he took a step forward, approached, and then continued: "So, Ran Xing, please take a look at me, okay? ."

"You just have to keep your eyes on me and in just a little while you'll know how great I am."

"Ran wake up, give me a chance and try it with me."

"If we are suitable for each other, it is best; if not, you dump me, and I will never pester you again."

Ran Xing looked at the boy who was close at hand, he was really tall, the big man in the 18th century was there, unprovoked and deep, when he got close to her, he trapped her in The tiles and in front of him are full of oppression.

Ran Xing took a deep breath, her long curly eyelashes trembled slightly, she restrained all the ups and downs of her thoughts, and said calmly and calmly: "I forgot to return you that potted plant before. , I'll give it back to you later!"

Back to you back to you back to you...

Fu Xuechen only felt that... a mouthful of old blood was about to be coughed up.

He blinked and sighed: "Don't pay it back."

Ran Xing's cheeks are bulging, she is pure and ignorant, cute and innocent.

Fu Xuechen looked at that doll-like delicate and lovely face, only a deep sense of disappointment and frustration remained.

Life is so smooth.

It is the norm to ask for nothing!

Fu Xuechen has a calm and broad personality, but at the moment, his expression is undisguised as gray and dejected, he said lazily: "Fenzhang likes yin, if you don't like it, take that potted plant to the After a few days of exposure to the sun, it dries up. I only intend to give you that pot of powder palm. As far as I am concerned, except for you, everything else will be ready, and I have no intention of doing it. "

Fu Xuechen didn't know what kind of hope and what kind of despair he said to Ran Xing.

He felt—

Ran wake up, you better love me.

If you don't love me, let my potted plants die in the sun, and let me die suddenly in the future.

Ran Xing agreed indifferently: "Then I will dry your pink palm to death and send you a photo."

Fu Xuechen: "..."

The little girl is really hard-hearted and ruthless!

Fu Xuechen's eyes flickered with hurt. He is a proud boy, and he can't do anything to force a little girl to like him. That's enough.

He took two steps back, letting Ran wake up and go downstairs.

Away from a distance, Ran Xing still clearly sees the decadence between Fu Xuechen's expression, coupled with the haggardness and dark circles on his face because he hadn't slept well, he used to be flamboyant and wanton Young man, looks very lonely and pitiful at the moment.

She… hurts him.

The rejection of the confession in public didn't hurt him, and the rejection of his flirting and confession over and over again didn't hurt him, but now she... Really hurt him.

Fu Xuechen is the kind of boy who is like a vixen. He has always been lazy and careless on weekdays, as if nothing can hurt him, but just now, he took off his mask and peeled it off. Disguised, calmly and sincerely opened his heart and gave her a look.

He was so sincere and didn't impress her, he was very sad.

Ran Xing’s long eyelashes fanned, not knowing how to comfort, let alone comforting.

She strode forward, passed Fu Xuechen, and went downstairs to leave.

After going down this flight of stairs, Ran Xing couldn't help but turn around to look at him, Fu Xuechen stood there with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, but the feeling of slack all over his body blocked all the Can't stop.

Ran Xing never calmed down, but finally loosened up. She felt annoyed for a moment.

She didn't want to hurt him, but she still hurt him.

Compared to this slack and boring Fu Xuechen, she still prefers to see the arrogant and calm Fu Xuechen.

A young man like Fu Xuechen should be shining!

Ran Xing scratched his hair in annoyance and scratched again, not knowing what to do, so he left without looking back.

Ran Xing returned to the dormitory, and the first thing he did when he put down his canvas bag was to carry the potted plant on the desk to the balcony.

Pink palm likes shade, and it will dry up after a while of exposure to the sun, and in the next week, the National Day holiday, Hangzhou will continue to be hot, she and her roommate will go home, this shade-loving potted plant is left unattended It will definitely wilt quickly in the sun for a week.

When the time comes, she will take a picture and send it to Fu Xuechen, I believe that Fu Xuechen will definitely understand her decision.

Yuan Qian watched her carry the potted plant to the balcony, and was extremely surprised: "This potted plant likes shade, so it can't be exposed to the sun!"

Ran Xing replied sweetly: "It's really not allowed to be exposed to the sun, but I plan to sun it to death."

In the bedroom, friends will naturally tell each other all kinds of trivial matters, and Ran Xing is a person who can't hide things. Of course, the source of this potted plant is told to Yuan Qian.

Yuan Qian saw that Ran Xing was acting like this, and naturally knew that Fu Xuechen had provoked her again in the online substitute class. Yuan Qian raised her eyebrows and asked with concern, "What did Fu Xuechen say to you? When you come back, take this potted plant to dry."

Ran Xing stood on the balcony, looking at the pink palm placed on the window, her thoughts drifted away and her voice was a little erratic: "He told me that the flower language of the pink palm is 'about beautiful love' ', and then he told me that giving me the powder palm means 'I am all his longing for love'."

Yuan Qian was stunned for a while, she never thought that a straight man in science and engineering would be so literary and artistic.

Ran Xing smiled, followed by complaining: "Yeah, love words can pass level six."

Ran Xing thought of Fu Xuechen's love words, and only thought that Fu Xuechen is not at all arrogant and cold as a handsome man, on the contrary, his mouth is sweet and sweet.

But then I thought of it again, he was standing at the corner of the stairs full of frustration, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

When he said those words, she was really touched, and she was unparalleled sure that Fu Xuechen really liked her.

No matter how lazy he usually is, he really did show her his heart at that moment.

He likes her very much.

Ran Xing carefully stroked the heart-shaped petals with her right hand.

The left hand touches his heart.

She asked herself, what about you, do you like him, or, will Fu Xuechen be your love?

In the era of information explosion, stars, novels, animations, etc. have made our psychological thresholds infinitely high, and heartbeats have become so difficult.

She is also a slightly withdrawn and indifferent girl.

But even if you are not moved, you will be moved by that kind of Fu Xuechen!

Ran Xing's cheeks bulged into a bun, she resignedly hugged the basin of powder palm and put it back on the desk.

Yuan Qian was funny: "Don't you want to kill it!"

Ran Xing took out the spray bottle, sprayed the potted plants with water, and took out the paper to dry the excess water, she said indifferently: "The flowers and plants are so innocent, what kind of skill is it to kill a potted plant. "

Yuan shallow-skinned: "It's kind of killing Fu Xuechen, right!"

Ran Xing looked at Yuan Qian faintly, and sighed: "Qian Qian, you are so rude!"

Yuan Qian's face was not as thick as Ranxing's, and was teased and blushed: "I didn't mean that."

Ran Xing didn't say anything, she said in her heart, she really meant that!

She once again looked at the pot of powder palm, the owner of the powder palm, prosperous and beautiful, excellent in school, strong in aura, obviously has the capital of willful and arrogant, but her personality is unexpectedly good, without the slightest pretence Nice to get along with.

Fu Xuechen is really the kind of boy you will be attracted to just by looking at him.

Never be worthy of the name of the Great God.

So, wanna try it?

Ran Xing was a little confused, but fortunately she had time to make a choice, she took out her mobile phone, clicked on WeChat, and sent a circle of friends: "See you at ten tonight in Chengdu!"

First go home for a long vacation, and then worry about this kind of thing!

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