C2031 Memories
Su Zimeng didn't know why Xuanyuan Yov still insisted on an answer.
In her memory, he had always been indifferent to relationships.
That was why when he was in his second year of high school, he came over from the science class next door after school and threw her a helmet. His tone was casual. "Let's go ride motorcycles together tonight."
At that time, she liked him, but their relationship was only that of kindergarten classmates. They were in different classes from the same school in middle school and high school.
She didn't talk much with him, and only occasionally gave him water when he was playing basketball.
As long as she was there, he would take the water from her, but as long as she had something to do and didn't go, he would take the water from other girls.
To him, she was just an old classmate. There was nothing different about her. When she was young, she sweetly called him 'Brother Forgive' when she was behind him. He had probably long forgotten about her.
And that day, he passed the motorcycle helmet to her. Under the setting sun, his smile seemed to have been plated with a layer of light. She was unable to resist his invitation and did not even ask where she was going before following him into the car.
He took her to race and played very crazily. She was so scared that she screamed all the way and her throat was almost hoarse.
Later, he stopped and took her to a bar.
The bar was driven by his friends, and it seemed like they were all acquaintances.
Those people bit on their cigarettes, greeted Xuanyuan Yov very familiarly, and gave him a baseball bat.
Xuanyuan Yov took it, ordered a glass of juice for Su Zimeng, and then went to play pool with his friends.
They were joking. From their conversation, Su Zimeng could tell that Xuanyuan Yov's skills were good. However, there was an expert who came today and was waiting for him.
Thus, both sides placed their bets.
Xuanyuan Yov heard the bet and did not seem to be interested. He just walked to Su Zimeng's side, raised his arm, and hooked her shoulder, smiling warmly. "Meng Meng, if I win," he said. You can be my girlfriend."
Su Zimeng did not expect him to say that. Her whole body was stiff in his arms, her heart beating like a drum.
Xuanyuan Yov had already let her go. He walked to the billiard table and waved at the person opposite him provocatively.
In the end, Xuanyuan Yov won, and the surrounding people jeered.
Amidst the laughter and noise, he held the ball in his hand and still looked lazy. He smiled at Su Zimeng and said, "Mengmeng, you belong to me."
From the beginning to the end, he did not ask Su Zimeng whether she was willing or not.
It was also from this moment on that Su Zimeng became his girlfriend.
Xuanyuan Yov was not a secretive person in school, so he basically spent the first day together, and the whole grade knew about it the next day.
He was an influential person in school, and from the first year to the third year, many girls liked him.
After Su Zimeng was with him, she still met several girls who handed love letters to Xuanyuan Yov.
There was even one time, right in front of her.
At that time, Xuanyuan Yov would smile flirtatiously and say, "What a pity. I have a girlfriend now. "
The girl was dazzled by his smile and left with a red face. Xuanyuan Yov continued to do what he needed to do.
Su Zimeng did not know why Xuanyuan Yov chose her. When they were in love, she asked him and Xuanyuan Yov said, "Because you are beautiful. Mengmeng, I have liked you a long time ago."
Su Zimeng did not know if it was true or not, but it was true that after they were together, Xuanyuan Yov did not take the water from other girls.
They went from high school to university, and he had always been so attractive. Sometimes when she was really jealous, Xuanyuan Yov would smile and gently bite her ear. He whispered into her ear, "I almost want to die on you. Why would I fall in love with another woman?"0
But in the end, Su Zimeng could always see that some of the girls who confessed to Xuanyuan Yov had become his friends.
He said they were brothers.
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