Rebirth: If the school beauty is not sweet, why should I lick her?

Chapter 164

Ant hot pot, the days are like years.

Ever since Zhou Jiangnan left, Zhao Wanwan has been in a dilemma, with a few questions in her mind:

Why should I accept him to buy clothes for me?

Why should I tell him the measurements?

Will the clothes he buys be ugly? Should I wear them?

A bunch of complicated questions made her mentally exhausted, which was more troublesome than solving the most complicated math problem.

Since she couldn't figure it out, she didn't think about it.

She took out a newly bought collection of Shakespeare's works and forced herself to calm down, but it was nothing more than a futile effort. Wanwan just flipped through the book.

Where her eyes stopped, a paragraph of English came into her eyes:

"the sentiment is not the flowered cloudy under sweet talk, is not in Arcadia's sweet talk, is not light wadding tear is not the stubborn force, love is the establishment in together on foundation."

She was stunned when she saw this sentence.

How could someone who was once the representative of the English class in high school and passed the CET-6 in the freshman year not understand this sentence?

Translated into Chinese, the general meaning is:

"Love is not sweet words under the shade of flowers, not honeyed words in the Peach Blossom Spring, not light tears, and not rigid coercion. Love is based on a common language."

Zhao Wanwan muttered to herself, her chaotic thoughts like a greedy snake, eating away and growing little by little, merging into the only thought in the end:

"Do he and I have a common language?"

There is no need to think about this question, the answer is obvious.

No.

At least not yet!

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt depressed, with a strong sense of frustration.

She had never seriously understood Zhou Jiangnan, and had always been with him in a superior attitude, so that until now the two of them did not even have a common topic to talk about in depth.

It was really heartbreaking. After all, they were classmates for three years in high school and used to be the front and back desks.

There is no good memory that both of them would smile when talking about.

However, the person who is taking care of me in front of the bed is him.

It's so absurd and annoying!

Zhao Wanwan suddenly covered her face and buried her head in the quilt.

Zhou Jiangnan came in with a bag and happened to see this scene. He asked curiously: "Why did you turn into an ostrich? Do you want to smother yourself with the quilt?"

Zhao Wanwan immediately looked up, pouted and said with a stiff neck: "Isn't death what you want?"

"You, will you die if you don't say a few thorns? How did I offend you?" Zhou Jiangnan threw the bag on the bed with a look of dismay.

"It's just a minor operation. You are such a strong person, why do you want to die?"

"The clothes are here. Try to see if they fit. I'll go out first."

He came to the door and leaned against the wall to play with his mobile phone.

It's almost time.

After tonight, I can be free.

Taking care of her for such a long time, Zhao Junmin has repaid Lao Zhou for saving his life.

Across the door, Zhao Wanwan in the ward opened the bag and took out a floral skirt with a beige background, and a coat shawl.

There is no doubt that Zhao Wanwan fell in love with this skirt the first second she saw it.

It is not stained or coquettish, but cool and clean with a hint of playfulness, and then the color is adjusted through a shawl, which is both cool and not unapproachable.

This feeling is completely in line with Zhao Wanwan's temperament and her dressing style.

Zhou Jiangnan, a straight man, actually understands my aesthetics so well?

She continued to look for the remaining clothes happily, and couldn't help cursing in the next second.

"Bah, straight man... ghost, he is just a pervert, a cheap man."

Inside the bag, the kind-hearted Zhou Gong had taken the initiative to buy her a set of sexy lace pattern underwear, which was even a little transparent.

How to wear this?

Under the pure and abstinent skirt, I was asked to wear such seductive and sexy underwear. Isn't this schizophrenia?

No!

The big picture can be seen from the small details.

The clothes he chose for me represent the image of me in his mind.

Could it be that I am such a hypocritical girl in his mind?

Zhao Wanwan was angry again.

She just tried the skirt and shawl, which fit well. As for the underwear, she didn't touch it at all.

After struggling for a few minutes, she shouted to the outside of the door: "I'm done trying it on."

Zhou Jiangnan came in, seeing Zhao Wanwan still wearing the hospital gown, he asked in confusion: "Did you really try it? How was it?"

"I tried it, the skirt is very good, but I don't like the underwear. Can I exchange it for another one?"

"It's too late, the store is closed, and I can't exchange it." Zhou Jiangnan looked at the time, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Zhao Wanwan was angry: "It's only past eight o'clock, how can it be late?"

"I said it's late, if you don't like it, you don't have to wear it, it's up to you." Zhou Jiangnan shrugged his shoulders and lay on the next bed like an old man.

Zhao Wanwan wanted to strangle him to death.

Well, this bastard is just lazy and doesn't want to move.

Or, he just wants me to wear the sexy underwear he chose?

Damn, I... huh?

From another perspective, doesn't it mean that he actually still has expectations for me, even if this expectation is purely based on physical beauty.

Thinking of this, she instantly felt much more comfortable in her heart.

At least it's not unattractive.

So she said "Oh" and stopped insisting.

If she doesn't want to return it, then don't return it. Anyway, no one can see it if she wears it inside.

That night, Zhou Jiangnan felt that Zhao Wanwan looked at him in a very strange way. Sometimes she blushed, sometimes she scolded, and sometimes she looked cold and stinky.

She is so moody.

...

The next day.

The attending physician came to check on her early in the morning and concluded that she had recovered very well and could be discharged and go home to recuperate.

Zhou Jiangnan went to handle the discharge procedures, and Zhao Wanwan changed her clothes in the bathroom.

When he came back after completing the procedures, she was already waiting for him.

Maybe because she hadn't washed her hair for several days, she tied a bun to hide her messy hair. Coupled with her pale face, she looked like Xizi holding her heart and pitiful.

Zhou Jiangnan looked at him for a few times, then glanced at the shopping bag, squinted his eyes, and said calmly: "Let's go, I'll take you back to school."

Zhao Wanwan knew what he was looking for, and the last nail in her heart for this big pervert label was completely nailed down.

Zhou Senna, a big pervert who is greedy for flowers and lusts for sex.

After they left the hospital building, she asked, "How much did you spend on hospitalization and clothes this time? I'll give you the money."

"Less than three thousand, give me three thousand."

"Oh, okay... um?"

"Look at me, what am I doing? I make hundreds of thousands per minute, so it's okay to charge you a few dozen more for a bowl of spicy hot pot for a few days with you, right?"

"You rounded off the price when you sold stockings last time... Okay, I'll give it to you when I get the money back from school."

Zhao Wanwan paused, then said, "Thank you for staying with me for so long. I'll be completely well after a while, and I'd like to treat you to a meal, okay?"

"Okay, I'm best at things like meals, just let me know when the time comes." Zhou Jiangnan smiled and stopped a taxi, and sat in the front seat.

Zhao Wanwan smiled and sat in the back seat, feeling that the distance between him and her had shortened a lot.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the east gate of Lin'an University. Zhou Jiangnan looked at his bicycle locked at the east gate and said thankfully, "Fortunately it's morning and the sun isn't hot yet, otherwise it would be scorching hot."

He patted the dust off the seat and said, "Do you want to walk back to the dormitory by yourself, or should I give you a ride?"