Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 202 - 161. Let Your Heart Fly (2)_2

Chapter 202: 161. Let Your Heart Fly (2)_2

Lu Jincheng often sent the same set of expression packages, only his usage was quite different from others.

He would send a blushing simpleton face to boys and "The Lord has come, I will eat your mother alive" to girls.

"What about the balloon... It’s so big."

There was also a Mei Yangyang balloon lying quietly in the back seat.

Zhou Sinin bit her lip, feeling a bit troubled.

"Forget it, I might as well take it."

Even though it would probably deflate within a week, she made her decision.

"Alright, I’m heading back now~"

With the spoils of tonight’s date distributed, Zhou Sinin waved to the passenger seat but noticed that he was motionless, staring straight at her.

"Umm..."

"What’s wrong?"

"Are you going to take the balloon home?"

"Eh? Otherwise, throw it away?"

Zhou Sinin blinked, not understanding his implication.

"Come with me!"

Lu Jincheng leaned in and unfastened her seatbelt in a second.

"Where are we going?"

He didn’t answer her, just got out of the car and walked to the driver’s side door.

He tied a butterfly knot on her wrist again and led her toward the other side of Nanhu Industrial Park.

The autumn night breeze was cooler than the summer’s oppressive heat and lacked the bothersome mosquitoes, but right now, they were both bathed in a wave of warmth, with the air feeling like invisible spring water.

"Slow down, slow down!"

The helium balloon tugging at her pace distorted Zhou Sinin’s sense of speed.

It was just a light jog for him, but she felt like she was sprinting behind Lu Jincheng, with the wild wind howling in her ears.

Turning a corner, Lu Jincheng stopped in an open space surrounded by greenery, with new public exercise equipment in the center.

The man turned around and waited for Zhou Sinin to catch up, panting while clutching her chest.

He took the balloon from her, straightening the slender string floating in the air, and turned the Mei Yangyang cartoon image to face them.

"Do you know why I bought this?"

"Umm... did you like watching it when you were little?"

"Not at all."

Lu Jincheng shook his head with a smile.

"Because you are my heart’s Mei Yangyang."

"...Really?"

Zhou Sinin pursed her lips, involuntarily lifting her arms to gather her windswept hair, her sparkling eyes fixed on him.

Her voice clearly contained excitement, which wasn’t hard to recognize.

Seeing him nod, she paused, then a soft, mushy voice filled the air.

"Do I look pretty? But I think I’m just average."

The park’s infrastructure was still being improved, with not many bright streetlights every few meters.

There was still some distance between them, so Lu Jincheng couldn’t see her clearly.

But he knew that Zhou Sinin’s expression was surely full of anticipation and a hint of a smile.

Even a beauty like her had her little schemes, speaking as if at Versailles.

Any boy would know, at times like these, complimenting her beauty was the way to go.

The girl had her feelings written all over her face, what more was there to think about?

Praise her, compliment her, say she’s beautiful, make her your heart’s desire.

All the words that describe beauty in this world, pile them all on her.

You can’t go wrong.

Although this seems like an easy question, there’s definitely more than just a way of praising between a master and a novice.

Whether you can score full marks on a test, or even extra credit, lies right here.

Emotion.

If you can figure out the code to a woman’s emotional fluctuations and make her experience joy and sorrow for you, you hold everything.

Go along with her, go against her, protect her, hurt her.

When she thinks she has it all figured out, you turn the tables, when she squints expecting praise, you end it with a period.

So.

Whatever she wants to hear, he would deliberately not say.

"Hey! Why aren’t you saying anything?"

The silence seemed to magnify their subtle reactions.

Zhou Sinin huffed over to him, her face a contorted mix of dullness, embarrassment, and confusion, with a rare touch of awkwardness in her brows and eyes.

She saw the expression on Lu Jincheng’s face.

The right eyebrow of the man raised slightly, his mischievous eyes, his lips curved into a smile.

As if mocking her, yet also...

"Okay, don’t speak, I get it."

Zhou Sinin took a deep breath.

"Get what?"

"That you think I’m just average, not pretty at all."

"I didn’t say a word, and you’re already putting on a little drama?"

"That’s what you think! Otherwise, why wouldn’t you speak!"

"No, I clearly said at the start, didn’t I? You’re the unique Mei Yangyang of the flock, and if I didn’t find you beautiful, why would I keep asking you out?"

The push and pull had reached a sufficient level.

Mr. Lu let go of the string in his hand and spoke slowly, bringing her smile back to her face, her cute dimples flickering.

His answer took a long way around but still pointed to the same place.

"If I’m Mei Yangyang, what are you?"

"Probably Grey Wolf, I specialize in eating little sheep, or Xiao Mei, who brings joy when with me. It’s all correct, however you put it."

"Quite the talker."

Zhou Sinin hummed softly, "At a stretch, you’re half a Xiao Mei."

"That’s fine, Xiao Mei. Anything but boiling sheep will do."

Lu Jincheng chuckled.

"Who do you think is prettier, me or Mou Keyan?"

After a brief pause, Zhou Sinin shifted from Xiao Mei to a new subject.

"Guan Guan is prettier."

Lu Jincheng dispensed with the thought process and decisively threw out another answer.

"..."

Wait, dude...

What did you say?

Zhou Sinin’s brain seemed to overload, her pupils dilating, frozen on the spot.

"I’ve been watching a lot of American TV shows lately; my aesthetic leans towards short hair."

The next second, Lu Jincheng went to take her arm with a smile, smoothly interrupting her thoughts, as if it were all part of a flowing stream.