Kiyokawa Danso

Chapter 23
Luo Jie quickly moved his gaze away, but he muttered in his heart, your appearance and expression are so annoying to the eyes, I don't think anyone wants to look at you, hehe.

Naturally, Han Luochen didn't know that he was slandering him, he was lazily looking at Lan Qingchuan, his posture was relaxed and relaxed, his birch-brown eyes were like the night sky full of stars, deep and slightly dizzy.

At this moment, Lan Qingchuan was lowering her head to peel the pomegranate, and the plump pink pomegranate seeds slid from her white and crystal-clear fingertips onto the bone plate at hand, one by one, like beautiful gems.She untied the silk scarf, tied her long hair loosely, and hung it on her chest, which made her face extraordinarily soft and less of the usual indifference and comfort.

She quietly peeled the pomegranate, completely unaware that the two people on the opposite side had already scanned her repeatedly from head to toe, from her graceful and quiet face, exquisite and straight upper body, to see the black woolen skirt, she Long and slender legs, delicate ankles, all the way to the white slippers.

It really looks good wherever you look.Luo Jie rated it 99 points in his heart, and one point less is because he didn't hear her voice.She has always been silent and indifferent, but she is several times more pleasing to the eye than those hypocritical, enthusiastic and colorful girls in the circle. It is no wonder that Han Luochen misses her.

He and Han Luochen grew up wearing the same pair of pants, so of course they are very clear about his preferences.Han Luochen is a weirdo and a freak, with a face as beautiful as a flower and a jade, but with a cold, cruel and arrogant personality. Lose everyone's Go.Hehe, such a contradictory and grotesque person, but I don't know how many famous ladies from aristocratic families are obsessed with him.But this kid is so blinding that most people can't get into his eyes.

But who is Luo Jie, Han Luochen's every move and every move can't escape his eyes, he is sensitive to the difference of Han Luochen recently, he obviously restrained himself a bit, as if he was hiding something on his mind that no one knew about.

Until I accidentally ran into Lan Qingchuan in the clubhouse. At that time, she was playing tennis with a young man in the circle. She was wearing light-colored sportswear and a headband, with a slender and graceful back.Han Luochen sat beside him, kicked the coffee table by his feet, with a cold expression, staring at the young man who had lost two rounds, "Repeated mistakes, bad intentions." Luo Jie savored his words and stood there in a daze , as if struck by lightning.

This Lan Qingchuan grew up abroad and was born in a wealthy family, so he must be dignified and self-reliant.He had only seen her once, and felt that she was quiet and indifferent, not easy to get close to.He was also surprised, except for that accident, these two people hardly met each other, so why did Han Luochen just focus on her.It is not uncommon for the famous Lan family to produce beauties. There are quite a few soft and delicate girls in the circle.The beauty of Lan Qingchuan is beautiful, still immature, but he does not touch fireworks, alienated and rejects others for thousands of miles.

Luo Jie shook his head instinctively, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Han Luochen had already walked towards her.Lan Qingchuan was still peeling the pomegranate, less than half of the pomegranate was loosely covered with a layer of white fruit film.The pomegranates are seedless crystal red pomegranates carefully cultivated in the large orchard, and the first batch of the freshest ones have just been airlifted from the United States.

The fingers she flicked lightly were slender, white and delicate, but the nails were neatly trimmed, as round as scallops, with a touch of powder, which were obviously a pair of hands playing the piano.

On the round glass table next to it, there is a bunch of orange and red radishes scattered among the big emerald green leaves, and there are some white baby's breath in the vase.Her peeled pomegranate seeds are placed on delicate plates, which look like a perfect match for the emerald green checked tablecloth pressed under the glass.

(End of this chapter)