Ding Junhui looked at Wen Shan, looked at her red lips, and finally handed it to her with a tissue, signaling her to wipe the peppers on her lips.

Wen Shan reached out to take the tissue handed over by Ding Junhui, wiped it and thanked him.

"Teacher Ding, no." Wen Shan shook her head, "You may still not understand me. I know you before I know him. If possible, I will fall in love with you at first sight, just like I do with him, so there is no front and back in my feelings."

Ding Junhui nodded, and his smile became more bitter.

"And someone like me is not suitable for Teacher Ding." Wen Shan said, lowering her head and continuing to eat, her eyes feeling a little hot. I don't know if it was because of the spicy pepper or something else.

Ding Junhui put down the chopsticks in his hand, then looked at Wen Shan, "Since you can't let go, why should you let go?"

"Probably because his boredom is more hurtful than his rejection. If a person refuses, he can continue to work hard. Once a person is bored, he has to continue, it only means that I may not even want my own face." Wen Shan said bitterly, the spicy feeling in her mouth stimulated her taste buds and her tear glands. She looked up, but was still trying to explain, "This thing is really spicy."

Ding Junhui opened his mouth slightly. This time he really understood that he lost completely.

Before I started, I lost.

He lost completely before he even saw his rival.

"Can I know why I like him so much?" Ding Junhui spoke with a little bitterness this time.

Why?

"It starts with appearance, and finally talent." Wen Shan gave an answer.

Ding Junhui thought of the photo of the man he saw after adding Wen Shan’s WeChat, and finally smiled, “I was convinced.”

"However, congratulations on joining the gardener, so I'll treat this meal." Ding Junhui said relievedly, "I'll live opposite you. You can find me anytime if you have anything to do."

"Okay." Wen Shan was not polite and agreed readily.

After dinner, the two returned to school because Wen Shan had to pack up her things, and she refused Ding Junhui's kindness to help.

When she got home, Wen Shan lay directly on the sofa. She reached out and patted her face. In fact, it was not as difficult as she thought she could say it.

But, sadly, she really seems to have no way to fall in love with others again.

"Ah--" Wen Shan shouted with her head in her arms, and then threw the pillow on the sofa out. Just a man, why is she so useless?

Now, Nalan Chunbo is still dealing with matters in a certain country and his nationality issues.

Nalan Jing called, and he had just packed the toys from Xixi and Xicheng and sent them out.

"Yes, I want to change my Chinese nationality." Nalan Chunbo did not have too much feelings, and he and Nalan Jing did not have much intersection.

"For that girl?" Nalan Jing asked.

Father and son?

They may have been blank for too many years and have no way to merge together.

Nalan Chunbo stood downstairs and looked up at the sun in a certain country. Is it for Wen Shan?

He himself didn't know.

"Do you think I'm still qualified?" Nalan Chunbo sneered.

"If this is your decision, I have nothing to say, but next week is your mother's death day, I still hope you can show up."

Nalan Chunbo listened to the busy voice inside the phone, slowly put away the phone, and then turned around.
Chapter completed!