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Chapter 11
On October 19th, Saturday, Zhuo Weilan did not stay in bed. After being tormented by three alarm clocks, she got up early. She carefully dug out the dress that was similar to the one when they first met, tied up her hair, and put on light makeup. When you're done, stare in the mirror and take a closer look.
Except for the tiredness in my eyes, I have tried my best to get closer to the age of 18.
Zhuo Weilan yawned, sniffed and put on the backpack that she hadn't carried for a long time. She opened the door and walked downstairs. When she passed the guest room, she glanced at it. The bedding inside was neatly folded, there were no wrinkles on the sheets, and the hems of the curtains were spread out. The curvature is almost aligned on both sides, and even the embellished tassels are corresponding.
????????? Obsessive-compulsive disorder before and after amnesia.
Zhuo Weilan suddenly had a strange idea - Mo Shuang could see her at a glance among the people coming and going. Could it be because her hair was bent and raised while sleeping on the table?
She had a strange thought and pulled down the shoulder strap of her schoolbag, leaving it crookedly sideways, and then slowly walked down the stairs.
Mo Shuang got up earlier than her and walked around the kitchen.
Zhuo Weilan didn¡¯t put the bag away and shouted at the hard-working figure in the apron, ¡°Mo Shuang.¡±
Mo Shuang turned his head and saw her for a moment. The spatula in her hand was hanging in the air, staring blankly at her, her whole face was full of confusion.
This is different from what he imaginedZhuo Weilan was puzzled. He stepped forward and raised his hand to wave in front of his eyes. He connected the schoolbag shoulder strap stuck to his elbow and swung it back and forth, "What's the matter?"
"No." Mo Shuang blinked and came back to her senses. A smile appeared on her lips. She didn't glance at the schoolbag that was about to be dropped, but focused on her face. "A little surprised."
"Why?"
Mo Shuang¡¯s smile deepened, and her voice became softer and softer, ¡°You are so beautiful.¡±
"" Zhuo Weilan felt embarrassed to be praised like this in person. He no longer kept the sloppy look of his shoulder straps hanging down, pulled them up and carried them on his back, hooked his messy hair behind his ears, and muttered, "What?"
Although she looked shy on the face, she was setting off fireworks in her heart to celebrate - it turned out not because of obsessive-compulsive disorder, but because she looked good!
Mo Shuang saw her lowering her head, but instead of chasing after her, she put down the spatula hanging in the air and turned off the stove.
Zhuo Weilan heard a ding and looked up, looking at the fried toast that looked like that in the frying pan, and then at Mo Shuang who turned to the other side with ease, and wondered, "Why do you have to make breakfast by yourself?"
Mo Shuang didn¡¯t answer quickly and pushed her towards the dining table.
Zhuo Weilan sat down obediently and had just put away her bag. When she turned around, she saw a plate appeared in front of the table. There were hearts made of fruits on it. She was stunned, "Youyou did it?"
"Well, it's an anniversary."
Zhuo Weilan still couldn't believe it. He rubbed his eyes and looked at it several times. He couldn't figure out how Mo Shuang had such thoughts and skills. There was another bouquet of flowers beside him. When he turned around and looked around, he saw someone squatting on the ground to give herself. Sent by Mo Shuang.
The bouquet was so big that most of Mo Shuang¡¯s face was covered, and she huddled in the corner of the dining table, only showing her smiling eyes, ¡°Happy anniversary.¡±
"Thank you, thank you." Zhuo Weilan stammered in fright, took it solemnly, and subconsciously reached out to give Mo Shuang a hand.
Mo Shuang stood up with her help, and refused to let go after standing firm. His fingers trembled slightly, stroking a slight itch on the back of her hand.
Zhuo Weilan¡¯s heart beat faster and he felt like he couldn¡¯t hold on any longer. He hurriedly retracted his hand and said, ¡°There are still things frying in the kitchen.¡±
"Okay, I'll go take a look."
As soon as Mo Shuang left, Zhuo Weilan quickly put the flowers aside and fanned them with her hands to cool down her hot cheeks.
It was so exciting early in the morning.
In the breakfast made by Mo Shuang, the only thing with love is the fruit in a spelled shape. Everything else is acceptable. The crust of the fried toast is unevenly heated and a bit mushy. The milk is just right, and the ham is only heated. It's edible.
Zhuo Weilan was a picky eater and was not very satisfied with his meal. He ate a bite of fruit and a bite of toast. When the fruit was gone, he would use milk. When he got there, only the most unpalatable toast was left on the table. He had no choice but to stare. After a while, he pinched his throat and said coquettishly, "I'm full, I can't eat any more."
¡°Then I won¡¯t eat it.¡± Mo Shuang didn¡¯t say anything and just followed her wishes.
"I'll clean up first." Zhuo Weilan felt guilty and took the initiative to take the dishes and go to the kitchen. She hid the remaining toast in the trash can, breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to wash the dishes, but she ignored the slipperiness of the dishwashing liquid and lost her grip, causing the plate to fall with a bang.
Mo Shuang heard the sound and came over, "You're not hurt."
"No" Zhuo Wei??, squinting his eyes to feel the breeze, "Huh, this is not bad."
"Yeah." Mo Shuang replied, sitting quietly on the stone bench with her to rest.
Zhuo Weilan looked at Mo Shuang's calm profile, her heart moved, and regardless of the indirect kissing nature of the shared bottle, she handed over the juice, "Would you like some?"
"Thank you." Mo Shuang nodded, reached out to take the cup and took a sip, licking the corners of his lips, "It tastes good."
Obviously that¡¯s not what he meant, Zhuo Weilan couldn¡¯t help but think about it, so he cleared his throat and said, ¡°Shall we go somewhere else?¡±
"Okay." Mo Shuang put away the juice and said abruptly, "I'll carry you."
"ah?!"
Zhuo Weilan was scared to death, but Mo Shuang still had a natural expression on his face, "Your feet hurt, don't they?"
"It's true that my feet hurt, but"
Before Zhuo Weilan could make up a reason for her refusal, Mo Shuang had already taken her bag for her and squatted down in front of her to wait. Looking around, Zhuo Weilan was neither thin-skinned nor thick-skinned. He couldn't bear the visits from his juniors and juniors, so he lay down and hid his face and said in a low voice, "Go back to the car, I'll change my pair." shoe."
Mo Shuang hummed and carried her to the parking lot.
Zhuo Weilan slowly adapted and opened his eyes a little bit. What he saw was not the curious look of others, but the scenery of the leaves blowing in the breeze and Mo Shuang's smiling lips.
"What are you laughing at?" She muttered softly.
Mo Shuang smiled silently and shook her head to let her hold her tighter.
Zhuo Weilan was startled, and after waiting for it, she rubbed Mo Shuang's hair as soon as possible, fulfilled her wish back then, and secretly sighed: It really is soft.
Their destination is a forest trail, and the car is parked not far away. The small parking lot can be seen at a glance.
Zhuo Weilan just saw Assistant Chen who was waiting, and his heart tightened:
Assistant Chen came here specially to explain that she had very important business matters, and her private matters
??Always stand aside.
"Let me down." Zhuo Weilan refused to let Mo Shuang continue to carry him, struggled to the ground and stood up, preparing to go around to the flower bed not far away to stay with Lao Zhang to make way for official business.
Mo Shuang took her hand and said, "Weilan, where are you going?"
"You talk about things first." Zhuo Weilan said weakly, "I'll wait for you at Lao Zhang's place."
"Why?"
Zhuo Weilan sneered and pointed in the direction of Assistant Chen, "Didn't you see it?"
Mo Shuang looked over and was stunned.
"You go first." Zhuo Weilan said in a low voice, trying to shake off Mo Shuang's hand.
But Mo Shuang tightened her grip.
Zhuo Weilan was annoyed, "You"
She looked up and saw Mo Shuang's frowning face.
Seeing that she stopped shaking her hands, Mo Shuang sighed and said seriously, "Weilan, listen to me."
Assistant Chen interrupted the promised anniversary. Zhuo Weilan was feeling aggrieved and curled his lips in disgust, "What?"
She has already thought about Mo Shuang¡¯s tricks to coax people, and she has also thought about the ending that she will have to step aside no matter whether she is happy or not.
But¡¡
Mo Shuang didn¡¯t say a sweet word, she pointed at Assistant Chen and asked seriously.
"who is he?"
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