"QuQuQ—" A sound of unspeakable knock on the door sounded, "Miss Luo Luo, get up-"

"Hey! It's here." Yan Luo opened his eyes mistyly, responded casually, lifted the quilt, and spread the slender legs on the quilt, buried his face in the quilt, and fell asleep in a daze again.

It's right.

The man who was calling outside did not walk away immediately, but knocked on the door unremittingly.

"Miss Luo Luo-Get up and go to school-"

Yan Luo sat up reluctantly, grabbed the messy red hair, got out of bed and walked towards the door.

The housekeeper Huang said with a smile, "Miss, have you got up?"

Yan Luo nodded and said, "Get up."

Uncle Huang saw that she was not as clear-headed as her eyes, and said uncertainly, "Then I will ask Young Master Nan Zhi and Miss Xiao Nuo to get up first?"

Yan Luo leaned half-rested on the door, her eyes half-opened. She yawned lazily, "Okay--"

Why did she feel that she just closed her eyes and then opened her eyes and dawn?

Because Yan Wang wanted to bring her breakfast, Yan Luo could sleep for a while after washing up.

When I opened my eyes again, I was woken up by a knock on the door again.

Unlike Uncle Huang's gentle and rhythmic voice, this time the knocking sound was rapid and vigorous. Yan Nanzhi knocked on the door hard and shouted at the top of his throat, like a debt collector:

"Yan Luo——Wake up——Yan Luo————————”

Before he could finish his words, the door suddenly opened from inside.

The door that was suddenly opened was still breeze, blowing Yan Nanzhi's bangs, which was enough to show how resentful the person who opened the door was.

Yan Nanzhi choked his voice, "You, are you angry when you get up?"

"No," Yan Luo's face smelled stinky, "Look at me, I'm so elegant and easy-going, I'm not angry at all ╰_╯"

Yan Nanzhi glanced at her suspiciously, with no faith in her eyes, "Is that true?"

Yan Luo's face was expressionless and pulled open the corners of his mouth with his fingers, "Look at how happy I smile (·??·)"

Yan Nanzhi was relieved and nodded with satisfaction, hugged her neck and walked down her shoulders, "I'm so scared that I thought you were angry."

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When they went downstairs, they happened to meet Uncle Huang who was about to go upstairs. Uncle Huang saw Yan Luo and smiled and pointed to the door, "Miss Luo Luo, you are here just in time. Your friends are looking for you at the door."

Yan Luo nodded. It must be Rong Tangcuo coming.

"Friend? Who?" Yan Nanzhi said unconsciously, and the next second he thought of a malicious hamster spirit, and immediately said alertly, "It's not that fat man Atractylodes, right?"

"No!" Yan Luo was covered in black lines, "What are you always asking people to do?"

"You..." Yan Nanzhi pretended to cover his heart and took a few steps back in disbelief, "You started to protect him before he entered the door. If he entered, you,

You can't drive my brother out—"

He looked at Yan Luo with heartache, as if the wealthy mother-in-law was watching him as an unfilial son who insisted on marrying a commoner girl.

It started again.

Yan Luo stroked his forehead helplessly. According to her, a drama artist like Yan Nanzhi is not suitable to be an idol, but should act.

Male and female, male and female, old and young, non-human, rural love, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship, wealthy family entanglements, bloody dramas, upper class, fame and fortune, mental hospitals...

There is nothing he can't control.

Yan Luo pulled his schoolbag strap and walked out of him.

"Go away quickly, Yan Beihuai and Nuonuo are both outside."

Yan Nanzhi was taken out and asked persistently, "You haven't told me yet, it's not Atractylodes, right?"

Yan Luo remained silent.

"If you don't tell me, don't tell me." Yan Nanzhi was quiet for three seconds, and couldn't help asking, "Do you have red hair?"

"Who is 1.83 meters tall and 1.85 meters tall in shoes?"

"The surname is Cang?"

"Cang Wang's nephew?"

"Cang Longming's son?"

Yan Luo╰_╯╬: "No! It's sweet and sour! Are you satisfied?"

Yan Nanzhi nodded with satisfaction.

Yan Luo led Yan Nanzhi out and found Yan Beihuai and Yan Nuo standing in front of a black car.

The door of the black sedan was closed tightly, and the glass couldn't see the inside from the outside.

Yan Luo asked in confusion: "Where is sweet and sour? Why don't you get on the bus?"

She told Uncle Huang in advance yesterday that she would give the driver a day off tomorrow and someone would come to pick them up to school.

A WeChat message popped up on the top of the phone, which was sent by Rong Tangcuo, "Have you come out?"

Yan Luo: "It's out."

A few seconds later, a middle-aged man walked out of the co-pilot of the black sedan. He was wearing a neat black suit and white gloves. He walked to the car door and opened the car door respectfully.

A pair of clothes, heavy-duty black yarns on their bodies were layered, the skirt was dotted with several pearls, and the purple polarized seven-pointed star formation was printed on it. The innermost layer of fabric seemed black, emitting a dark green light.

, sparkling in the sun.

Rong Tangcun got out of the car. On the black top hat were a few roses made of black lace. The long and thick hair was divided into two parts and braided. She folded it and tied it up with a red ribbon.

The hand holds a black feather fan, which complements the black lace gloves.

oh.

This is a damn sense of ritual.

Yan Nanzhi and the other two had never seen anyone go to school in such a grand and exaggerated manner, and their eyes and soul were double shocked.

Yan Luo was used to it and helped her to take care of her black top hat, "Did you get up very early today?"

I'm wearing a skirt and a hairstyle, so I can't get up at five o'clock?

Rong Tangcuo looked up at her, "It's too early."

She greeted Yan Nuo and Yan Nanzhi obediently, "Sister Nuo Nuo, Hello Luo Luo's brother."

Yan Nuo nodded to her, grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the small cloth bag he had with him, and stuffed them into her palm.

Yan Beihuai also nodded politely to her.

Yan Nanzhi said "hey" and laughed angry at her, pulling her braid, "What do you mean? I deliberately ignore my master?"

Rong Tangcu pulled his braid back from Yan Nanzhi's hand, thrust his mouth, and turned his head to look at him.

"Are you really holding a grudge?" Yan Nanzhi deliberately walked to the side where she turned her head, and Rong Tangcu turned to the other side, just not looking at him.

In response, Yan Luo commented, "I deserve it."

Yan Nuo said curiously, "What's wrong?"

She hasn't looked at her phone since yesterday and doesn't know what's going on.

Yan Luo said concisely, "Yesterday Yan Nanzhi saw a little rat emoticon pack with a small skirt, and insisted on saying it was sweet and sour."

Yan Nuo: "I deserve it."

Yan Beihuai: "...I deserve it."
Chapter completed!