Zhang Xinyue carried her schoolbag, with a complicated mood different from any previous one, and when she pushed open the half-closed apartment door, it was already twenty minutes later. On the coffee table, there were home-cooked dishes that several people often ate, a plate of pickled pepper and pork liver that they didn't usually eat was left, and a bowl of white rice. The boy sat on the sofa. When he saw her coming in, he quickly got up, walked towards her with a smile, took off her schoolbag from her shoulder, and said to her:

"Eat quickly. I just used the microwave to heat it up. Now the weather has started to cool down, and it is not delicious when it is cold."

"Yeah!" Zhang Xinyue sniffed and nodded, feeling that her tears were about to fall again, a strong feeling called happiness and sweetness surrounded her in an instant.

She sat on the small stool and ate silently. The boy didn't say anything, but just sat on the side to watch her eat. The atmosphere between the two was a bit strange, but the confusion, anxiety, and grievance that filled her heart last night and this morning were gone. Instead, it was a kind of stability and something that could be called happiness for the time being.

She was "tired" last night and had no meals in the morning and no lunch, and she ate three bowls of rice in total, and then she felt a surge of fullness.

After dinner, she was about to wash the dishes and clean up the mess, but the boy gently pressed it on the sofa. The boy gave her a gentle, never-before-seen smile: "Let's rest today and let me do it."

Sitting on the sofa as a hand-shaking shopkeeper, she watched the boy go in and out, and put the plates and chopsticks on the coffee table in the refrigerator in the kitchen. She only felt warm and comfortable, and I just hoped that she would never stop at this moment.

But she knew that it was impossible.

After Wang Bo packed everything up and cleaned it up, she felt that she should have left, just as usual.

"I...I'm leaving." She stood up from the sofa and said to the boy, reaching for the schoolbag that was still on the sofa.

But the boy came over, shook his head at her with a smile, put the schoolbag in her hand back on the sofa, then took his hand and walked towards the bedroom behind the living room. She knew that behind her was the place where he usually worked, studied, and sleeped. Liang Ya and Zhong Jiahui used to come in often, and his secretary must have come in often when he reported to him for work, but she rarely went there. She felt that the frequency of her heart beating could not help but accelerated.

Wang Bo took Zhang Xinyue's hand and walked to the bed to sit down. Looking at the girl who was nervous and frightened, he asked softly: "Does it still hurt?"

Zhang Xinyue was stunned at first, and then instantly understood what the other party meant. Her round face turned bloody red like the pork liver she had just eaten. She shook her head instinctively, then nodded honestly, lowered her head, and said in an inauspicious voice:

“There are…a little bit.”

"Sorry, Xinyue, I shouldn't have treated you like that last night." Wang Bo held Zhang Xinyue's hand, put his other hand on the other person's shoulder, and let the girl lean on his shoulder.

"No... it's okay, I... don't blame you." She whispered, noting the change in Wang Bo's name to her. In the past, she had always been "senior sister" and "senior sister" in his mouth.

"Isn't it really a fault?"

Zhang Xinyue was stunned, obviously not thinking about what Wang Bo just said. In the past, when she saw Liang Ya and Zhong Jiahui, she thought of them was their "wearing gold and silver", their delicious food and spicy food, various enjoyments that ordinary girls could not afford, and their celebrity boyfriend, rich boyfriend whom countless people could look up to, envious and jealous.

Now, the deafening rhetorical questions from Wang Bo's mouth made her wake up suddenly:

Yes, following Wang Bo, although he is delicious and delicious, wearing gold and silver, and is envied by countless ignorant girls, when he gets all these enviable things, he has to lose some very important things, such as complete love.

However, is the complete and exclusive love really that important? Zhang Xinyue hesitated. She thought of the female classmates who had a boyfriend around her, and the days they lived between them. Most of them lived a tight life. They went out and took the hot and crowded bus, ate the cheapest simple meals, and even watched a movie. When shopping, most of the time, they could only watch window/shopping - they could only watch but not buy a good dress and a box of good cosmetics. They didn't dare to wear it every day. They saved and saved, and saved and saved. Not to mention the more expensive travel. Even if they went there, they could only travel in a poor way. They could only save money.

And what about following Wang Bo? She thought of the scene of traveling to the Magic City with Liang Ya and Zhong Jiahui last year. She flew to the plane, picked up the car, lived in a big villa in the city center, with all kinds of delicacies, various birds and beasts, and one magnificent five-star hotel after another. She also thought of the big fish and meat that she ate every day now, which made the roommates in the dormitory envious. Some time ago, the other party went abroad and later went on a business trip to Rongcheng, which caused the girls to have to leave temporarily and go to the cafeteria with their respective roommates. Originally, she felt that the ordinary meals had become difficult to swallow and difficult to eat, so that everyone was calling their junior/senior to come back to Shuangqing early.

Zhang Xinyue also thought of several girlfriends around Wang Bo, and Liang Ya, Zhong Jiahui, Sun Li and Zheng Yan. These principles are smart and beautiful, talented and beautiful, and they don’t understand or understand? But why do they still choose to be with the boy in front of them without regrets? If they choose to share their love with other women, are they fools?

Surely not!

"Love without quality is just a boring repetition. I am willing to have a passionate love day, nor a dull love year." This was what the other party told her when she and Zhong Jiahui talked about love one day.

"He is testing me, yes, he must be testing me, test me!" Thinking of Liang Ya and the others, Zhang Xinyue suddenly realized that what the other party said to her just now must be testing him, test her. As for Wang Bo, who she knew, although he was a bit passionate, many times, it was not because of him alone. One was willing to fight and the other was willing to be beaten. Although Wang Bo was romantic, he was never vulgar.

The most important person is that he has the capital to be romantic!

Zhang Xinyue quickly figured out all this and made up her mind to follow "seniors" such as Zhong Jiahui, Sun Li and Zheng Yan, and be optimistic about what they like and choose what they choose!

"I... understand, since... since Jiahui, Sun Li and the others can do it, I think I can do it too!" Zhang Xinyue, who was hugged by Wang Bo, suddenly left him and looked up at his face. She was hesitant at first, but in the end, she became more and more determined.

Looking at the girl's firm and determined face, Wang Bo knew that the vaccinations and the difficulties that deliberately exaggerated did not work. He also breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, he realized that he was not suddenly at the girlfriends in front of him who were either school beauties or class beauties, but he also had his own characteristics, such as the round face wrapped in short hair with ears like two pieces of watermelon skin, his big eyes, sweet smile, and the girl's mouth that were not as good as the straight Mandarin that the girl's girlfriends could not reach. Wang Bo suddenly felt an impulse, that was to hear the other person's pretty appearance when he was talking about ordinary things. He was not standing, but lying down, not wearing clothes, but hiding in the warm bed without a trace, and being forced to say it.

Wang Bo gently pushed Zhang Xinyue's two short hairs that looked like watermelon skin with her hands, held the girl's face, lowered her head and kissed her, then put her mouth to the girl's ear, and whispered:

"Xinyue, last night, the lights were not turned on, it was pitch black, and I had never seen you. Now, I want to see you well, can I?"
Chapter completed!