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92. Small Garlic Fanwai(1/2)

Like her mother, Chen Rongrong is a natural luminous body and is the focus of the crowd no matter where she goes.

Within half a month, the whole school knew that among the newly admitted high school freshmen, there was a primary school girl with extraordinary beauty. After a while, I found that the primary school girl was not only beautiful but also had an amazing background. She was also a game master who won the third place in the S&M youth group three years ago.

In this way, Chen Jia's identity will naturally be revealed.

Chen Rongrong’s deskmate was a gossiping girl. Once, she had a lunch break in the classroom, and the deskmate asked her if she was a couple with Chen Jia.

"No, our friends."

My deskmate was incredible: "No, then you have such a good relationship."

"We are friends, of course we will meet in elementary school after a good relationship." Chen Rongrong looked at it for granted.

My deskmate looked back at the boy who was having lunch break and felt a little sympathetic, but fortunately he didn't hear it.

Chen Jia's lunch break was particularly long at noon that day. He didn't open his eyes until the teacher came in and started teaching in the afternoon. He was in a good mood and didn't pay much attention to others.

However, Chen Rongrong's words soon spread throughout the school.

Chen Rongrong and Chen Jia are not boyfriends and girlfriends?!

As soon as the news came out, the whole school was in a state of chaos.

She is like a delicate and charming rose, and some people can't wait to break her off the branches.

During the break that morning, someone suddenly shouted: "Chen Rongrong, someone is looking for her outside."

In the corridor outside the classroom, a boy stood there with a red face, and he could feel his shyness and embarrassment through the glass.

Chen Jia was plugging his headphones to do English listening. He paused his pen tip and pulled off his headphones.

Chen Rongrong was confused. She didn't know this person, so why did she do it for herself?

She went out, "Hello."

The boy blushed and handed over a small exquisite box with a letter on it.

"Chen Rongrong, I like you, can you date me?"

The boy finished speaking in one go, almost daring to look at Chen Rongrong's face.

Then, a slender and beautiful hand that belonged to the boy took his gift.

The boy looked up, Chen Jia took the gift and love letter, and turned to Chen Rongrong.

The boy's eyebrows were light and asked, "Do you want it?"

Chen Rongrong was a little guilty when she saw Chen Jia. She quickly shook her head, "No, no, no, no."

Chen Jia curled the corner of his mouth with satisfaction and returned the thing to the boy, politely: "Sorry, classmate, Chen Rongrong doesn't want to accept your wishes."

After saying that, he stuffed the thing into the other party's hand, pulled Chen Rongrong and turned back to the classroom.

The next day, Chen Jia had a cold face and his whole body was filled with unhappiness.

After school, Chen Rongrong walked with him and reached out to poke his waist, "What's wrong with you today?"

The boy froze suddenly as if he was stimulated.

"Don't touch your hands." He said a little irritable.

Chen Rongrong: “…”

Didn't she just poke him?

Chen Jia pursed his lips and his face was a little red, but he couldn't explain to the girls how sensitive the adolescent boys are.

What's more, she was poking his waist.

Chen Rongrong looked at him for a while, but finally decided not to have the same knowledge as him.

She now asks others for help.

"Chen Jia, don't tell my family about what happened today, have you heard?"

"What's up?"

His voice was a little dumb.

"I just had someone send me love letters."

"Why?"

"Stop them from misunderstanding that I have an early love relationship."

Chen Jia looked at her and suddenly said, "I can promise you this time, but will someone send you a love letter?"

Chen Rongrong: “…………”

"You can't always let me hide it for you."

"It's not my business."

She was a little irritable, she just didn't accept it. She couldn't stop others from writing, right?

"You haven't thought of a way to do it once and for all?"

"What is the one-time solution?"

"Tell everyone that you already have a boyfriend, so that no one will write a love letter to you again."

Chen Rongrong's eyes lit up and she was a little nervous, "Who is my boyfriend? What should I do if I don't believe it?"

In the darkness, the boy raised his lips and said, "Just say it's me, others will believe it."

Chen Rongrong was shocked: "What should I do if my parents think I have an early love relationship with you?"

He pursed his lips, "If they misunderstand, I'll explain it to them for you."

The little girl frowned and measured for a long time, then reached out and hit him.

"make a deal."

The next day, someone sent Chen Rongrong another love letter, and she looked embarrassed, "I already have a boyfriend."

"who?"

"Chen Jia."

"You didn't say..."

"Oh, that's what we're fighting, and now we've settled."

“…”

The students were disappointed and found that the first and second best in grades are the best, they like to have fun!

Having "confirmed the relationship" with Chen Jia, Chen Rongrong is no longer harassed by messy love letters. Except for the occasional strange look at Chen Jia, she lives a fulfilling and happy life.

Moreover, in the final exam of the first semester of high school, she scored two more points than Chen Jia, and won the first place in her grade again.

It is very cold in the north. Chen Rongrong likes to stay in the heating room when it comes to winter and is too lazy to go out.

But Chen Jia couldn't do it. He had to take care of his father and had to take time to make money.

Fortunately, the salary is higher than usual no matter what job you do during the Chinese New Year.

It happened to be Valentine's Day on the third day of the Chinese New Year. It was snowing outside, and Chen Jia wholesales a lot of roses to sell on the street.

The Valentine's Day rose can be called ten or twenty yuan per branch. If the business is good, you can make a lot of money in a day.

At night, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and Chen Jia's flowers were almost sold. He was about to pack up and go home when a familiar car suddenly stopped by the side of the road.

He stopped moving and stood up.

The car door opened, and the man in his forties got out of the car, with glasses on his nose and a suit in his coat. He was tall and long and had a distinctive temperament, which made people couldn't help but look back and look again.

Chen Jia: "Uncle Chen."

He has seen Chen Rongrong's family many times and recognizes them at a glance.

Chen Yun glanced at the remaining roses and smiled humbly: "The business is good."

Chen Jia's face turned slightly red, "It's okay, Uncle Chen passed by?"

"No, I'm here to find you."

Chen Jia quietly tightened his fingers and made a guess.

Chen Yun glanced around, "This is not a place for conversation, how about we go to the cafe over there?"

"good."

The coffee is filled with heat.

Chen Yun did not make things difficult for this half-aged child, and directly explained his purpose.

"I have heard some rumors recently, but I don't know if it's true or not... I heard that you and Shen Rongrong are in love?"

Chen Jia sat upright and immediately denied, "No, it's just a guise."

He told the story of that day.

Chen Yun smiled: "This girl Chen Rongrong looks like her mother, with a straightforward mind. She couldn't think of this method. Can I ask who came up with this idea?"
To be continued...
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