How Much For A Pound Of Cuteness - Chapter 39

From the first time I saw the four-figure sweater, Chuichi felt that Lu Jiaheng’s body was full of “Laozi has money”, “Laozi has money” and “Laozi has money all over him.”

And he is also a waste of extravagant oil, at first glance, he has never experienced economic pressure since childhood.

On the night of Christmas Eve, Chuchi carried a bag of snake fruit and ran to Jiaheng to the school gate.

She flipped another cloth bag out of her pocket and laid it flat on the ground, then took out the apples one by one and placed them neatly on top.

Lu Jiaheng also squatted down with her and watched her put an apple: “What are you doing.”

“Sell it.”

Lu Jiaheng breathed out, leaning on the ground with one hand, leaning backwards, she was so angry that she smiled and repeated: “I bought it for you.”

Chu Garden put the last apple in the bag, turned his head, looked at him very seriously, and began to fill him with chicken soup: “Lu Jiaheng, the money was not brought by the strong winds and was a shameful waste.”

Lu Jiaheng: “…”

Lu Jiaheng nodded and compromised: “OK, then sell it.”

Churi raised his hand and pulled his sleeve, pulling him forward: “You will also sell it with me.”

“…”

The prince was shocked. The prince never thought that he would have a stall.

Master Lu lived so big, for the first time he had the opportunity to experience what it was like to set up a stall on the roadside.

Still selling apples.

If it is someone else, Lu Jiaheng may directly lift the person into the flower bed, and by the way help her bury the soil and insert a flower or something.

But this is no one else.

This is Hakuchi.

As if inadvertently, she had occupied too many of his first time, becoming the biggest accident and exception in Lu Jiaheng’s life.

The worst part is that he was willing, even happy.

Lu Jiaheng squatted on the side of the road, his arms on his knees, covering one eye with one hand, and licked his lips with a helpless smile: “OK, you said how you want to sell.”

Chuichi was also doing this for the first time. She was a little excited, and she was eager to try: “Should we set the price first? How much do we sell? Three pieces!”

Lu Jiaheng looked at her lazily, supporting her head, laughing out loud: “I bought it for thirty yuan each.”

Chuichi looked very embarrassed: “But if you sell one for thirty yuan, isn’t that a pitman?”

She squatted a little tired, looked back, and gently swept away the thin layer of snow on the flower bed tiles and sat on it.

Lu Jiaheng turned his head, straightened his head, took off the scarf around his neck, and patted her leg: “Get up.”

At first, he thought he was going to sit, and rubbed aside.

Without saying much, he stood up straight, folded the scarf in half, folded it into a piece, bent down, and placed it on the flower bed tile she had just sat on. Put it away, he lifted his chin: “Sit this.”

At first he was stunned and quickly waved his hand: “No, you are around, it’s so cold tonight.”

Lu Jiaheng squatted down again, meaning that he unclearly ticked his lips: “I’m not cold, I’m very hot now.”

Chuichi didn’t hear the voice of his words at all, insisting: “You will have a cold again.”

Lu Jiaheng wanted to say that I was in very good health, soaked in a cold bath for half an hour and blew my bare **** for half an hour before the cold wind burned at 38 degrees.

He raised an eyebrow: “Then do I sit with you?”

As soon as his voice fell, the little girl blushed and stood up quickly, sitting on his scarf with a snap.

A soft wool scarf, thick and thick, with his temperature on it, warm and comfortable to sit on.

Chuichi elbows propped his knees and looked at him with his hands on his cheeks: “How much do we sell?”

Lu Jiaheng squatted in front of her and raised her hand to swing the apple on the bag: “Just three pieces.”

Chuchi’s beautiful eyebrows were tangled together, and he didn’t want to sell too shamelessly, and he didn’t want to let him lose so much: “Or five yuan?”

Lu Jiaheng laughed lowly: “OK, then five yuan.”

Chu Garden nodded and slowly pulled out a piece of white paper from the pocket of the down jacket.

The white paper was folded completely by her. She wore gloves, and her movements seemed awkwardly unfolded, smoothing the creases above, and pulled out a black marker from her pocket, writing one stroke at a time: Ping An Fruit—”

The thin white paper was directly placed on her legs, not very smooth, and the words were crooked, a little ugly.

Chuchi frowned and raised his eyes to see the landing Jiaheng: “You turned around.”

He didn’t speak, turned around quietly, back to her.

Hatsuri picked up the white paper, put it on his back, and put it down to write.

Lu Jiaheng turned his head slightly.

The little girl was lying on his back and writing lightly. The stylus made a slight rustling sound. Her head fell slightly, her side face was quiet, her fine forehead fell down, her long eyelashes were covered, fine and dense.

A slight pressure came from the back, as if penetrating the spine and pressing directly on the apex.

Chuchi finished writing, put on a pen cap, poked his chin and admired it, not very satisfied.

The conditions are difficult and the words are a bit ugly.

Lu Jiaheng turned his head sideways and said suddenly: “Write for a while.”

Churi’s attention was all on the paper in his hand, and he didn’t pay attention. He opened his head slightly with his mouth open: “Well? What?”

“It’s nothing,” Lu Jiaheng turned his head, “written?”

Hatsuri put the pen back into his down jacket pocket, stood up, put the written paper in front of the pile of apples, and pressed it with one.

She stood in front of her waist and admired for a while, a pile of apples on the ground, and a handsome guy in the back, black hair, black skin, long eyes, thin lips, and smiling lips.

The street lamp was covered with golden light under the whole body, like a handsome and suspicious **** who strayed into the ordinary dust.

Hatsuji was quite satisfied, slammed and rewinded back to his back, sat well, his hands on his cheeks waiting for the customer to come to the door expectantly.

On Christmas Eve night, it is also the time when there is the most traffic on campus, couples and friends walk in groups, maybe because there is a face value in front of them, maybe because they sell this Ping An fruit is really cheap After a while, there are few apples left.

At the beginning, he was very excited. With five dollars and five dollars collected, his small hands squeezed neatly and piled up, squatting in front of Lu Jiaheng, his eyes bright, and a treasure like: “We made so much money!”

Lu Jiaheng laughed softly, but couldn’t help raising her hand and rubbing her head, her voice was soft: “It was really powerful at first.”

Hakuchi was counting the money and was happy, and he was a little stunned.

The heartbeat missed a beat.

Opposite the street lamp they had set up, there were already girls standing together in twos, threes, threes, and secretly talking while looking at this side.

Seeing this scene at this time, a few finally could not help coming over.

The four girls looked like they were in the same bedroom. One of them was wearing a fluffy pink-white coat and had round eyes and big eyes. She squatted down, took an apple, and her voice was gentle and sweet. Is it a buck?”

At first, Shuichi turned his head and smiled at her: “Yeah,” she gestured towards her, “but because there are only a few left! You can sell you three!”

She widened her eyes and was very serious about doing business, quite like a little boss lady.

Also brought the sale.

Lu Jiaheng squatted there, looking at her voice with emotion, covering her lips with her back, laughing silently.

The girl groaned and took out a piece of five dollars and took an apple: “Five dollars is already very cheap, it’s okay! Just five dollars!”

Chuchi felt that this girl was too good. She happily collected the money. When she wanted to thank her, she heard her ask again: “Well, are you two couples?”

Suddenly, he looked up for a moment.

The girl glanced secretly at Lu Jiaheng, who was crouching behind, with an unnatural blush on her cheeks.

Chuchi squeezed a handful of loose fingers tightly and quickly shook his head: “No.”

The other girls who came with her and stood there waited for a little coaxing laughter. The girl was also relieved. She blushed, looked at Lu Jiaheng, and summoned the courage to be careful. “Then please Can I exchange a mobile phone number?”

Hatsuri blinked and lowered his eyes.

She was wearing woolen gloves and a plush bear sewed on her pink gloves. She pinched a stack of scattered money in her hand and counted absently one by one.

How many are you counting?

Chuichi buried his head deeply and frowned.

It’s really annoying.

bored.

I really want to give her the five dollars back, then grab the apple in her hand and say aloud, “I don’t want to sell you! I won’t sell you another five dollars! Go away!!!”

She waited sullenly for the Jiaheng newspaper number, but she looked forward to it slightly.

Chuichi didn’t know what he was expecting.

They have stayed outside for a while. The weather outside was cold. The nose was red at first, and the nose was frozen.

She sniffed her nose and dropped her head quietly without speaking.

Lu Jiaheng was quiet for a moment, and Chuchi could only hear the laughter and whispers of the few girls in front of him.

“No.” She heard him say.

The first finger counting money paused.

Lu Jiaheng paused for a moment, lowered his eyes, looked at the little girl’s deep head, and slowly spoke: “I’m sorry, I have a girl I like. I’m unrequited. I’m chasing now.”

Suddenly, he looked up and turned to look at him.

She didn’t respond a little, her long curled eyelashes raised up and looked at him, her eyes wide open, a little dull.

The tip of her nose was freezing red, her dark eyes looked wet, and there was a thin layer of frost on her eyelashes.

Lu Jiaheng slightly bent the corner of his lips, his eyes slightly turned sideways, and fell casually on the girl: “Although it is a bit difficult to chase, but she likes it terribly, it is hers, so I am sorry, the number seems to be unable to give you.”

The voice was soft and smiling, casually.

A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes are dark and bright, the tone is lazy, but his eyes are full of seriousness.

The first eyelashes shuddered, and there was a feather in the heart that had been floating lightly in the air, and suddenly fell heavily.

It seemed that the ship had returned to port, and something finally settled.

Chuichi didn’t know what he was just looking forward to.

Now think about it, probably waiting for his sentence.

The author has something to say:

Young Master: The first time I set up a stall, I am so happy that I want to put on a lifetime.