Mrs. Ruanmeng is a little ancestor

Chapter 72 This Flower Is Beautiful
Nan Caijie naturally went to take the SLR around her neck, so that she could relax.

An Qianyin also tacitly let go of her hands and asked him to take them out.

The actions of the two of them didn't contradict each other at all, as if they had already gotten used to it.

"Give me the flowers." She hung the DSLR back around her neck and stretched out her hand.

"This flower...beautiful." Nan Caijie didn't return it to her.

"I think so too." Seeing that he liked it, An Qianyin didn't force it, "Then give it to Professor Nan, and you can take it back and put it in a vase."

"Now that the filming is finished, I'll go back first, thanks to Professor Nan for his help."

"Wait a minute." Nan Caixie stopped her, "Send the photo to me after it's repaired."

"Okay, I have to add a contact information first."

An Qianyin took his phone, scanned the QR code, and found that Professor Nan had no profile picture.

The circle of friends is also blank.

Nan Caixie held the buckwheat flowers in her palm and walked out slowly, watching her go further and further away.

There is a rare tenderness in the eyes.

He turned on his phone and clicked on her profile picture, but what he saw was a funny picture of a boy making an ugly face.

His brows were slightly frowned, he felt uncomfortable, and his chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe.

The slender fingers pointed into her circle of friends, which contained many artistic photos taken by her and photos of her and her family.

He began to enlarge the family photo, and the boy leaning next to An Qianyin in it was very similar to the person in An Qianyin's portrait.

But he was much more handsome than An Qianyin's profile picture.

His brows suddenly relaxed, and his expression was not as unkind as usual.

He let out a chuckle, startling the peeping birds in the leaves.

evening.

An Qianyin was waiting at the gate downstairs of the dormitory, covering her stomach with her hands, her small face tightly wrinkled.

In a few minutes, the takeaway she ordered will arrive.

Because she couldn't bear it anymore, An Qianyin casually took a girl with pimples all over her face, and said embarrassingly: "Hi, do you have time now? My stomach can't take it anymore, you can help me take some Is it takeaway?"

Afraid that the girl would disagree, she added: "It's fine if you don't have time, if you have time, help me get it, I can give you the poster I have treasured for a long time, it belongs to the superstar Bianmu."

The pimple-covered girl smiled, and the pimples on her face were crowded, which made people look a little unappetizing, "Okay, I can help you with it, you can go quickly."

"Thank you, my name is An Qianyin, and my last number is..." After An Qianyin finished speaking, she ran away in a hurry.

The girl stayed where she was and smiled again, but that smile was more or less terrifying.

Her voice was hoarse and not very pleasant, "I know...your name is An Qianyin."

A few minutes later, the girl took the two bowls of snail noodles from the delivery man, and her smile grew deeper and deeper.

She waited on the spot for a few more minutes before An Qianyin came back, but she didn't hold anything in her hand, which made her a little upset.

An Qianyin didn't notice the expression, thanked her, and took the snail powder away.

But the girl didn't mind so much, she just looked at the snail powder in her hand and smiled.

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The phone rang.

Lu Yaoguang: Done.

An Qianyin looked at these words and replied a few words.

Then played a happy song, hummed the tune, and continued to edit pictures.

She looked at the hands in the photo, a little envious.

It's really good-looking, just like that face, amazing and unique.

After finishing it, she sent it to Professor Nan first, and Teacher Zhang second.

The next second after An Qianyin sent it, Nan Caijie wrote back - it's beautiful.

She sent a embarrassing emoji.

Then there was no reply.

After a while, the phone screen lit up.

Nan Caijie's reply shocked An Qianyin's jaw.

(End of this chapter)