Chapter 87: Red Thread is All Messed Up (7)

  "The two words 'wife' were intentionally emphasized, and this sentence was clearly said for the benefit of a third person. He smugly winked at me three times, walking alongside me, and our hands touched unintentionally. I guessed his next move. Should I assume he's going to make a move, which would be giving Pei Zhengming a clear answer? For a moment, I hesitated, being chased is an honorable thing, but killing it silently like this..."

  The decision was made in an instant. I shook my hand, and Han Sheng failed to successfully hold my hand. He glanced down to confirm the position and then pretended to casually stretch out his hand again.

  "Ah……Hansheng!" A bright and clear voice interrupted this brief ambiguity, I looked up to see a tall and slender girl with big wavy curls of long hair scattered over her shoulders, her figure somewhat resembling the person I saw earlier.

  "Ah!" It was indeed her, the girl who was chatting and laughing with Han Sheng at the entrance of the restaurant. Just a glance earlier, I only saw the outline of her profile, but this time looking straight at her, she's really a beauty. Long wavy curls, I also like long hair like that, but now... my hair is just shoulder-length and it's straight too.

  In terms of appearance, he was already a big step behind. With his handsome face and noble temperament, it was impossible to imitate the natural aura that emanated from him. I gritted my teeth secretly, still calm on the surface, with a slight curve at the corner of my mouth. I said softly, "Hansheng, someone is looking for you."

  Han Sheng looked at me with an awkward expression, then turned his face to greet the girl who was walking in. His words were filled with an unusual enthusiasm, "Li, aren't you going to class yet?"

  "Oh, the afternoon class was cancelled, so I came to see you." The girl's eyes showed a natural nobility, she carefully examined me first, then her gaze fell behind me, and she smiled and stretched out her hand, "Hello, I'm Xiao Huli."

  "Hello, Xia Weiwei!"

  I shook hands with her, my gaze falling on Han Sheng, and Xiao Xueli's thoughts were obviously not on me. She smiled with her eyes curved like a crescent moon, and her voice was crisp like the sound of wind chimes dancing. She boldly walked around me to stand beside Bae Jung-min, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned in, treating him completely differently from me. She took out a piece of paper from her bag and stuffed it into Bae Jung-min's hand, covering her mouth with her hand and whispering, "My name is Xiao Xueli. Handsome guy, nice to meet you, what's your name?"