The red mole was very small, but it was like a little red in the snow, and it was like a sudden extra colorful stroke in Jiangnan ink paintings, which unconsciously attracted Song Ranran's attention.

A little red mole fell on the white collarbone, and there was an inexplicable feeling of vividness and fragrance.

Song Ranran stared at the place for a moment, but soon, Rong Zhou's speech came back to his senses.

Rong Zhou looked at the food placed on the dining table in front of Song Ranran, his black eyes were faint, "No need. I won't eat midnight snacks at night."

"Oh." Song Ranran nodded.

"It's okay, then I'll eat it first."

She was a little hungry today and didn't eat too many times during her late-night snacks.

Rong Zhou took the cup to pour water. When he passed by the girl, his steps paused and lowered his eyes and said, "It's a bit late now, so it's best not to eat too much... It's not good for the stomach."

Hearing Rong Zhou's seemingly cold reminder, Song Ranran also knew that this was actually caring for her. She nodded obediently, "Well, I know, just eat a little."

After saying that, she picked up the spoon and ate a few more bites of sweet and glutinous porridge.

When Rong Zhou poured out the water, Song Ranran had almost finished eating the porridge. Originally, she didn't serve much.

She got up and put away the things on the dining table. When she saw Rong Zhou turning around and seemed to be about to go back, her hand stopped and walked over and called him.

"That... Rong Zhou, you wait."

For some reason, Song Ranran remembered He Wen’s incident during the day. After thinking about it last night, although the other party had a faint expression when she talked about this, she inexplicably felt that Lenovo’s criticism in the morning...

...It may also have something to do with him.

otherwise--

It seems to be too coincidental.

Or is He Wen really unlucky?

"Is there anything else?"

"This morning, He Wen... was the one who sent me a love letter. He was informed by the whole school." Song Ranran looked up at Rong Zhou, trying to see something from his face.

But... Rong Zhou's eyes were as dark as ink. Even when he heard what she asked, it was very indifferent, as if nothing special.

A faint male voice sounded in the air.

"This morning, two girls came to the Student Union and said they wanted to report one person. After asking about the situation, the subsequent matters will be handed over to the Academic Affairs Office."

Rong Zhou raised his eyes and looked at the girl standing in front of him, paused, and his tone became slightly gentle: "He Wen... you don't have to care too much. This is his own problem."

care?

When did she care?

Rong Zhou wouldn't think she would care about He Wen's love letters to many people at the same time, right?

Song Ranran blinked, then shook her head decisively and quickly.

"No, I just asked casually. I don't know He Wen at all, so I don't care about it. Moreover, I have thrown away that love letter. There is nothing worth caring about."

Song Ranran turned her head and pointed at the eight-treasure porridge that had not been collected on the table, "I want me to tell you that he has not come here yet to make me care about this bowl of porridge!"

On the quiet first floor, the servants had already entered, and it was empty and empty, with only the clear and impatient sound of the girl.

Rong Zhou: "Yes."

The ink-colored eyes looked at the girl pointing at the porridge bowl. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the cold eyebrows and eyes seemed to have become slightly softer.

"He is indeed not worth caring about." Rong Zhou said lightly.

This red mole... will have some use later. You can guess it boldly.

At least, we Ranran liked it very much. Hehehe.

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Chapter completed!