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Chapter 212:【Yaoyao, are you blaming me?】

Sero went crazy with her. Seeing her crazy, his heart was filled with sweetness, and he thought it was a date in disguise. (www

Because, after so many years, he really rarely ran around with her all day long, going crazy everywhere.

It turned out that he had missed so much over the years.

He still remembered that one year, it was snowing heavily in Barcelona, ​​and she squatted in front of his house, waiting for him to come back from drinking with Xiaoyan, and accompany her to the night market. It was Christmas Eve, right?

At this moment, the two of them were sitting in a bamboo rafting house that was larger than an ordinary classroom, eating Thai food. Gu Xiaoyao could eat it vigorously, and the sour and spicy food was very suitable for her appetite.[

He took the napkin and wanted to wipe her mouth, but Gu Xiaoyao quickly grabbed it and wiped it herself.

There are some things, no matter how much he deliberately ignores them, her rejection can still be seen in these details.

Sero felt a little emotional and asked her: "Yaoyao, do you blame me?"

"This curry is so weird. It feels like there are some special spices in it. It tastes weird." Gu Xiaoyao smacked his lips, raised his head suddenly as he spoke, and said apologetically: "I didn't hear what you just said?"

"Nothing, just eat." He smiled dryly.

"Oh, I'm full. I asked you to treat me to a big dinner. Just treat me with this. How can this be called delicious food? No wonder Thai people are short and skinny." She continued to mutter to herself, but secretly

She breathed a long sigh of relief. There were some topics that she really didn't want to touch.

The night is getting dark.

Sero drove her to the door of the hotel and dropped her off. Before leaving, he said, "Go in, I'll watch you go in, and then I'll pick you up here at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

Hearing such words, Gu Xiaoyao felt inexplicably sad for a moment.

She was stunned for a moment, then turned and walked towards the hotel door.

There was the same picture in his memory, and it was the same. He saw that he walked in safely before driving away.

She was still in the training camp at that time. On Sundays, she often called him and asked him to come see her. When he came back in the evening, he would also say: Go in, I will watch you go in, and I will go there next Sunday morning.

Pick you up here.

What she likes to do most is to walk in quickly, then stop at the corner, and then secretly watch him drive away, watching him disappear from her sight.

He thought he was watching her leave, but in fact, it was her who watched him finally leave.


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