Whether the No. 1 Middle School knew whether Qi Huan and Chen Rang had dinner alone was unclear. She didn't hide it from the beginning of Yan Shulong and the others.

Zhuang Mu was unhappy, so of course he would not talk to her on his own initiative. However, Yan Shulong couldn't control the gossip factor in his body, so he came to ask questions during the break.

If it were the case, I still had the intention to argue with him, but after returning home that meal, I felt bad, and Qi Huan didn't want to mention it at all.

The headache was that Zhang Youyu was so worried that he really came to her to ask that stupid question. Qi Huan didn't know what to "teach" at all, so he had to answer with some of the content he usually read through magazines and finally deal with it.

The long week was as usual, no different from usual. She went to a transfer without class breaks and saw Chen ask them to play basketball, so she talked to them for a few words.

It was Sunday again, one morning, Yan Shulong planned where to go for classes in the afternoon and evening. Qi Huan was too lazy to think about these questions and gave him excuses.

A group of people left school until they went home separately. There was no discussion and the result was found. They made an appointment to meet in the afternoon.

Aunt Zou is very good at cooking and has specially practiced a few dishes that Qi Huan likes to eat. She is very good at cooking. As soon as she enters the door, she smells the fragrance that floats out. She can't say it's good or bad. Because of her hunger, she adds a hint of expectation.

"Aunt Zou, what are you eating today? I..."

Qi Huan entered with slippers, the soles of the shoes clattered on the wooden floor, but the smile on her face slowly froze when she saw the person sitting in the restaurant.

"Huanhuan, you... are back."

Shi Shanshan sat at the white marble dining table and greeted her, her smile flashed with a brief sense of restraint.

"Why are you here again?" Qi Huan leaned against the door frame of the restaurant.

"Qi Huan!" The next second, Fang Qiuheng's reprimanding tone came as scheduled. She brought out the dish - of course not her fried, she never touched the spring water - was standing at the kitchen door, frowned unhappily: "Shanshan comes to have a meal at home, what are you talking about!"

"What can I say."

Qi Huan laughed lazyly.

Shi Shanshan stood up and wanted to come over to pull Qi Huan. She moved her arms and stood there.

"It's time to have a meal, Huanhuan, come and sit down," she said.

The voice is gentle and gentle, very similar to Ji Mo, but Qi Huan never feels annoyed when he hears Ji Mo's words.

Aunt Zou came out of the kitchen and was holding a plate of dishes. Seeing Qi Huan standing there, she paused, quickly put it down, and said, "What do girls want to eat, I'll make it right away..."

Fang Qiuheng put the plate in his hand on the table and interrupted: "What else do you want to cook? There are not enough dishes?"

Aunt Zou's hand wiping her hands on the apron stopped awkwardly.

Qi Huan stood there with a smile, sweeping over the table with five dishes and one soup, his eyes calmly.

"I don't eat leeks."

"Don't touch sweet and sour dishes."

"I don't like eating duck either."

A few casual words, casual tone, and even more irrelevant posture.

Fang Qiuheng's face changed slightly because of her casual eyes and these words.

"you……"

"I know." Qi Huan chuckled, "Yes, I'm picky about food. I know everything you want to say."

She looked at her bored.

"You eat slowly and have fun."

He stopped talking nonsense to them, turned around and walked back to the room with his slippers.

She didn't listen to what Fang Qiuheng said behind her. Shi Shanshan's soft and weak voice was mixed with something Aunt Zou was persuading her.

Qi Huan entered the bedroom, and the door was closed a little heavy.

Lying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling on my back, raising my hand to cover my eyes, closing my eyes speechlessly.

What she didn't eat was not the first day, and Shi Shanshan's taste was not the opposite of her on the first day. She said those words, not targeting anyone, nor was she intentionally causing trouble, it was just a fact.

The fact is that the table of dishes was all Shi Shanshan liked to eat.

None of them is her preference.

...

After a short sleep in a daze, Aunt Zou knocked on the door and asked her to have lunch. Qi Huan muttered a few words and didn't go out.

Yan Shulong and Zhuang Mu sent her a message asking her when she would go out.

Qi Huan was indifferent and replied:

[You guys go, I'm too lazy to go.]

After leaving the room, Shi Shanshan was still there. She walked over from the corner, as if she wanted to call Qi Huan, and was a few steps away from the long-term Ai Ai.

Qi Huan passed by Shi Shanshan and did not give her any extra vision without looking at her.

"Huanhuan..."

She blocked Qi Huan's path.

Qi Huan was impatient: "Get out of the way, don't be upset if you're okay."

"You haven't eaten lunch. It's bad for your stomach if you're hungry for a long time. You'd better eat some."

Qi Huan was too lazy to talk, so he walked around.

"I know you're not happy to see me." Shi Shanshan also stopped her, "But Aunt Qiu Heng asked me to come here just to make the house more lively, you..."

Qi Huan sneered, "Home? You're so rude."

"I……"

"Your mother is almost dying in the hospital bed, and you are still in the mood to chat with other people's mothers here to relieve boredom. In this regard, I am not as good as you."

Shi Shanshan's face changed suddenly after a light sentence.

Qi Huan glanced at her and smiled and said, "So filial."

No more wasted time, Qi Huan accepted her expression and left her.

"—You'd better collect it, I won't eat your set."

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Qi Huan was strolling on the street with a cup of warm milk tea, and was aimlessly calculating wherever he went.

She didn't go to find Yan Shulong and Zhuang Mu, she really didn't feel like playing. She wandered around the street casually. When she was tired, she sat down on the stone bench on the street to rest. She was slapping, and it took a while. It took not long for the afternoon to pass.

Although I filled in a lot of snacks, I was very hungry in the evening regardless of my fullness.

Qi Huan was thinking about finding a place to eat, but saw a familiar figure in front of him.

Thinking it was an illusion, she squinted her eyes and looked at it carefully for a long time, and sure that she had admitted her mistake. She immediately raised her smile and ran over.

"Chen Rang--"

Chen Rang stood by the side of the road when he heard the sound and turned to look at her.

"Chen asks Chen to Chen! "

Qi Huan rushed to him, raised his head and smiled: "What a coincidence, where are you going?"

Chen Rang replied lightly: "I haven't gone anywhere."

"I'm so bored that I happened to meet you. Let's go shopping together?"

“Not to go shopping.”

"Did you eat? Go and have a meal?"

"Don't go."

"Ah, why?"

He looked at the light opposite the zebra crossing, without turning his eyes, "Go home."

The light turns green, Chen Gang takes a step forward.

Qi Huan followed.

He reached across the road and took a few steps, and he stopped.

"What are you doing with me?"

She had a good reason: "Shit the way."

Chen Rang didn't say anything anymore.

Qi Huan didn't say anything along the way, just occasionally looked at him sideways.

He was tall and upright, and looked particularly good in blue and white. She originally didn't like the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School. After seeing him wearing it, she inexplicably felt that the eye-catching color was surprisingly good.

His cold and rigorous side seems to be reflected only in aspects related to his grades and IQ, just like he has taught him many times before.

Other times, there is always a kind of unspeakable ruffian.

Just like now.

He put his hands in his pockets, his steps were casual, his eyebrows were sparse, and he seemed particularly scattered.
To be continued...