Chapter 407

Gu Ruyan plans to go to the market to buy some fresh ingredients. He suggests that Qiao Baoer take Jun Zhimu to walk around. He must go home before 4 p.m“ Zhimu should not know much about C City, so you should take him around... If you pass through a clothing store, you can help him buy some clothes, and it's not good for him to wear Tang Yu's clothes... "

Gu Ruyan is a careful person, let Jun Zhimu wear other men's clothes, even if he didn't say anything, his heart will always be uncomfortable.

"I'll take his white shirt with blood stains out for dry cleaning, and your room. I just cleaned it up..."

Qiao Baoer was absent-minded listening, suddenly raised his head, "clean up the room, do not touch his pocket watch."

"What pocket watch?"

Gu Ruyan saw her so big reaction, also followed with curiosity.

Qiao Baoer's expression is a little strange. He says low, "it's the gold pocket watch he put at the head of the bed."

Gu Ruyan also had an impression, "Oh, when I cleaned up the room, Jun Zhimu suddenly came in and took it away." With that, she guessed, "generally, some family photos embedded in the custom pocket watch... May be important keepsake of their king's family."

Qiao bao'er didn't reply. He was in a mess.

"Bao'er said that I don't know what you like to eat, so I'll cook some home cooked dishes tonight..."

Gu Ruyan locks the gate, and they go out together. When they come to a fork in the road, Gu Ruyan's face is gentle, chatting with Jun Zhimu, and then walking towards the market.

"What do you like to eat?"

After seeing her aunt go away, they walk side by side, but some aimless, Qiao Baoer suddenly asked.

Junzhimu didn't seem to think that she would ask questions. He gazed at her face for a long time and said in a low and calm voice, "no preference."

This kind of answer is a bit perfunctory, saying is equal to not saying.

It's normal for Qiao bao'er to think that she doesn't understand him. He hides all day and doesn't say anything. Then she suddenly gets a little annoyed. Why does she take the initiative to ask? It's in vain.

"I'm allergic to mangoes."

Suddenly, junzhimu said something.

Qiao Baoer didn't expect that he would take the initiative to talk to her about these topics without nutrition. At the same time, she was also very surprised, "are you allergic to mango?"

Then she muttered, "how can anyone be so strange about mango allergy?" She has heard of alcohol allergy, seafood allergy, "mango allergy, really strange."

Jun's Mu listened to her murmur in a low voice, secretly called out a breath, some helpless in the dark eyes.

"Will your mango allergy be as serious as those with alcohol allergy?" Qiao bao'er seems to be very interested in his strange fault.

He looked her in the eye and hesitated. "It's not serious."

Qiao bao'er nodded her head to show that she knew. If it wasn't serious, it didn't matter if he ate some mangoes. She remembered that she was very fond of eating mangoes during her pregnancy. Jun's family was full of mango fragrance.

She didn't know that Jun Zhimu was allergic to mangoes. She had to go to the hospital to get water.

Qiao bao'er is not a man with many words. Junzhimu spared no words. It was really boring for them to get along with each other.

They walked slowly along the street, and there was no topic along the way. Those lovers loved each other vigorously and sweetly. Qiao bao'er thought that they were the kind of boring relationship between husband and wife, without any passion for love.

Walking, they passed a bus stop.

City C is not as busy as city a, especially the bus stops in the suburbs have few people, so it's very convenient and easy to take these public transport.

Qiao bao'er looks at the bus stop. Several high school girls jump into the bus with laughter. Their youthful smile reminds her of her former campus life.

"Have you ever taken a bus?" Qiao bao'er asked him.

Jun Zhi Mu looks at her. Before he opens his mouth, he is suddenly dragged by Qiao bao'er's arm and runs to the bus ready to start. "Wait a minute!" She yelled at the bus in front of her.

Junzhimu allows her to keep up. She is just like this. If she is interested in something suddenly, she will have the spirit to toss.

There are half empty seats in the bus. After they jump on the bus, the driver is not impatient at all. City C is really the most suitable city for the elderly. In addition to the last few high school girls in the car, the others were old women and grandfathers. They were all calm. At this time, they were looking at Qiao Baoer and Jun Zhimu curiously.

"These two young people are so handsome." An old woman by the window looked at them with a smile.

Qiao bao'er nodded to the old man. As for Jun Zhimu, who was beside her, he had already become arrogant. He didn't care how these outsiders looked.

However, junzhimu may not have taken a bus. Qiao Baoer is very considerate. "You sit here." She naturally sat down with his tall body pressed down.

"There are seats reserved for the elderly and the disabled. We can't sit there." Qiao Baoer explained some knowledge to him.

Jun Zhi Mu has no opinion. He sits down with her strength. Seeing that she is taking care of him, he suddenly feels that he wants to laugh.

His thin lips slightly raised a smile as if there were nothing.

Junzhimu's casual and natural smile is very rare. Even familiar people seldom see it. It's not as dark and deep as usual. It's much simpler and more pure. It's handsome, which makes the opposite sex addicted and throbbing at a glance.

A man like junzhimu, even if he doesn't know his origin, just his appearance and temperament, will make a woman sink and infatuate with him.

Several girls in the back of the car blushed and their hearts beat, staring at his face. They were all too excited.

Even if Qiao bao'er couldn't find the change, a bold high school girl in the back row came forward with a red face and said she wanted to pay for them. By the way, she peeked at Jun Zhimu at a short distance, and suddenly her heart began to surge.

"In the past, the girls in our dormitory talked about you all day. They liked you very much and said they wanted to take pictures of you..."

Qiao bao'er sat next to him and talked about the interesting things of campus life before.

Bus speed is very slow, stop and go.

Along the way, after several stops, there were not many people on the bus, and he was very close to her, so he sat close to her and chatted with her.

Junzhimu has an indescribable feeling in his heart. Maybe he didn't even think that he would get along with her like ordinary people. It's very plain, but he thinks it's very good.

"Do all the girls in your dorm know me?"

He looked at her with more burning eyes and a low voice.

"Yes, even Xiao Zhu often says in my ear that mark assistant is very temperament, handsome and tasteful..." Qiao Baoer smiles.

"I remember the girl in the opposite bed who was excited about the birthday cake that night, swearing that she would get you before graduation, and then sleep you."

At that time, their mind was simple, like is like, not mixed with dirty interests, are pure secret love.

"... a lot of girls have a crush on you." She told him that he was really famous.

"And you."

Jun Zhi Mu saw that she was so happy and her eyes became soft. He asked her in a low voice, "what do you think of me?"

"I don't know."

Qiao bao'er was staring at him so intently, not as shy as ordinary women. Instead, he looked straight at his dark eyes, very frank, "... I didn't know that you were the mark assistant they discussed all day."

"Oh, really?"

His voice dropped and his tone was flat.

He had known for half a year that she didn't know him at all, but every time he thought about the result, junzhimu could not help feeling frustrated.

"I'm not interested in handsome guys, and your class is optional, so I often miss classes."

Qiao bao'er has no sense of guilt at all. After thinking about it, her clear eyes are a little more serious. "If Xiao Zhu told me earlier that taking pictures of you can sell money, then I will follow you every day..."

"Is it?"

Listening to her saying so much, junzhimu is really angry and wants to laugh.

Qiao bao'er thought that he laughed at her greed for money, she was a little embarrassed, "no way, I was very poor at that time, I was short of money." She looked for a lot of part-time jobs at that time.

"Let you go to the restaurant to play the piano. If you don't, you have to stay in the milk tea shop as a coolie."

Jun Zhimu said suddenly, looking at the moving scenery outside the slow driving window with deep eyes. It seems that his mind has returned to the past. In that half year, he did a lot of stupid things.

"You don't know that western restaurant is very famous. Who knows why the manager is so kind-hearted to ask me to play the piano and offer me such a high salary for no reason. He must be upset. I'm not stupid. I don't want to go. I'd rather work night shift in a milk tea shop... "

Qiao bao'er naturally answers, and then in the middle of the conversation, his eyes stare at him strangely.

"How do you know that someone asked me to play piano and sell milk tea at that time?"

Did he investigate her?

The more Qiao bao'er thinks about it, the more strange she feels. In the past, she used to work night shift in a milk tea shop. She was frequented by people who said that she bought hundreds of milk tea at one time for company parties and so on. She also said that it was OK to let her do it slowly. Her Commission was very considerable, and she used to think it was good luck.

Luck, is there so much good luck in the world.

"Junzhimu, I'll talk to you." She suddenly wanted to ask clearly and pulled his arm.

Jun Zhi Mu Wei is stunned for a moment, and takes back his thoughts. He turns his head and sets his eyes on her face again. She is so close to him now

In the past, he did so many things to get close to her.

"I ask you, why do you know that I used to work?" She asked repeatedly, clarifying the eyes more persistent.

"There's a lot you don't know."

Junzhimu deeply saw her eyes, and her voice was soft, low and confused, extremely gentle.

He didn't answer the question at all.

But I don't know why, listening to his soft, almost doting and helpless tone, Qiao bao'er's cheek is inexplicably red.