C10

By the time Su Xing rushed downstairs, Liu Qingyan had also just parked his car.

He leaned against the door of the car, calmly and unhurriedly watching Su Wen slowly walk in. When she was in front of him, Liu Qingyan looked at her for a while, then reached out and took off the hairpin on the back of her head.

Her long hair flowed down like a waterfall.

"What for?" Su Ming asked in a daze.

"Hair is too old." Liu Qingyan evaluated very impolitely.

Su Chen didn't refute her words. She wanted to take the hairpin from Liu Qingyan's hands, but he withdrew his hand and placed the hairpin into the carriage.

"I like this hairpin, give it to me." He said lightly.

"This won't do." Su Wen was anxious. He did not think much of it and blurted it out.

"..." He gave it to you? " Liu Qingyan was an extremely intelligent person. When he saw how anxious Su Mo was, he had already guessed the origin of the hairpin.

If he thought about it carefully, the hairpin was made of sandalwood, and the decorative patterns on it were simple and elegant. There was even an emerald drop of Guan Yin hanging from the tip of the hairpin.

Sure enough, Su Ming pursed his lips and did not speak.

That hairpin was indeed a gift from Du Haichuan, the last Valentine's Day gift. When the gift was given, Du Haichuan even went around the table and helped her raise her long hair. In the western restaurant with the leisurely sound of the zither, when he helped her with the black hair, Su Wu wrote to her: I really like this boy.

This history department's' national treasure ', spoke in a refined manner, had a very good upbringing, and never disdained the poor boy.

He treated her like a pearl or a treasure.

"I'll take it. If you want it back, that's fine, but come to me tonight. — It's not a breach of contract, you can choose. " Liu Qingyan pursed his lips and said without any hesitation.

Su Wen endured his anger and turned his head, "If you like it, you can keep it."

Liu Qingyan did not stand on ceremony. He casually opened the door and said, "Get in. Don't keep them waiting."

Su Ming entered the room and realized the thorny problem: he had just rejected Du Haichuan's request yesterday, and now he had gone again today, so he had no choice but to explain himself.

Just as she was pondering, Liu Qingyan's face came over and sucked in a deep breath from between her hair. "Lemon smell." He smiled. "The shampoo you use is still the same."

Su Ming had no choice but to hide to the side to avoid being taken advantage of again.

However, for the rest of the journey, Liu Qingyan didn't do anything excessive. He didn't even spare her a glance. He drove very seriously, and... He seriously passed cars after cars, and passed red lights after red lights. He really thought that the road was built by his family.

This person who did not know the rules!

Black lines appeared on Su's forehead.