Chapter 63 (1/2)

After a while, he said, ”stop eating at home.”.

”But the place where I live is not on the way with your company, and the breakfast is ready,” said Lausanne.

”It doesn't matter. Anyway, the company is mine. It doesn't matter when you go there. Don't talk nonsense. I don't like people disobeying me,” he said.

Lausanne can't help it. After saying goodbye to sister LAN, at eight o'clock, he puts on his schoolbag and goes to the parking lot with the annual thunder.

Because I cooked corn before, I was afraid of wasting it. Before I left, I still grabbed a corn and ate it while walking.

Every year before Ting got on the bus, she turned around and saw a corn on her cheek. Under the warm morning light, she was a bit cute.

He frowned, did not think much, subconsciously reached out to her mouth corn.

Lausanne slightly Leng, side of the face, caught off guard, his fingertips brush her moist red lips, like a child with the feeling of touching jelly, soft and juicy.

Both were stunned.

Every year, the pupil is deep, and it seems that the hand that has been channeled by the current seems to be taken back. With a cold face, ”eat and eat, you will know to eat. You must have become a pig in your last life.”.

”I don't want to waste it,” Lausanne said innocently, childish.

He must be crazy to feel that such an old woman's mouth is childish.

When the car drove out for a distance, she took a glance at her small bag. ”Are you just a little bit of stuff”?

”Yes.”.

Every year, he frowned. Recalling this period of time, she always wore those two or three sets of clothes, and sometimes he was aesthetically tired.