Love is a matter between two people after all.

Others can make some reasonable suggestions.

If the two have the intention to know each other or have already had feelings for each other, they can also match them appropriately.

Create further opportunities for both of them.

But excessive intervention is not appropriate.

And Conan also understood what Guangyou meant.

He nodded and responded:

"good."

"Then I'll go out."

After saying that, Guangyou turned around and left the room.

All the thoughtful Conan was left in the room.

Thinking of what happened just now, he felt ashamed of the network:

"How did I come up with the bad idea of ​​'simulating confession'!"

"That guy Guangyou must have laughed at me many times in his heart!"

Conan, who was overwhelmed with shame, grabbed his hair.

He took a few deep breaths and calmed down.

He still feels shame in his heart now.

But with his special comfort that "Kwangyou already knows that he has a lot of bad stuff", he has improved a lot.

"It's better to plan how to confess your love."

Thinking of the serious matter, Conan no longer wonders whether Guangyou has too much of his black material in his hands.

He pinched his chin and thought seriously as if he was reasoning.

...

When he walked to the living room, he poured a glass of water. Before he could take a few sips, Guangyou received a text message.

Not Xiao Ai.

But after reading this text message, a smile appeared on his face.

A "glasses kid" in the room should be calm now.

The calm "glasses little guy" probably thinks "simulation confession" is useless.

However...

"This method is actually good."

"hey-hey..."

Xiaolan, who had just walked out of the kitchen, happened to hear Guangyou's "malice" laughter.

Without mind reading skills, she naturally didn't know what Guangyou was thinking at this moment.

She asked curiously:

"Kwangyou, what are you laughing at?"

Hearing Xiaolan's voice, Guangyou came back to his senses and explained to her:

"Nothing."

"Just just feel very happy."

"All right."

Without asking, Xiaolan felt like she was going out and asked:

"Kwangyou, are you going out?"

"Are you going to find Xiao Ai?"

"You can have supper right away."

Waving his hand, Guangyou explained to Xiaolan:

"It's either to look for her, I'm just going out for something."

"I'll definitely come back before supper."

"Oh well."

Didn't want to continue asking Guangyou what he was going to do, Xiaolan just cared about:

"Then be careful on the way."

"Come back early."

"good!"

Leaving a sentence, Guangyou pushed the door and left.

Before any action, you must make some preparations first.

This is his habit, and this time is no exception.

...

Inside a coffee shop next to the bustling street.

The morning sun shines in through the glass window, shining on people, making people feel very comfortable.

There is no one visiting the coffee shop.

It is no exaggeration to say that there are more clerks than customers.

But it's not because the coffee shop is doing badly.

But because this is the peak hours of work.

Not many people will sit in the coffee shop and enjoy it slowly.

Occasionally, the few people who come in are all office workers who rush to the company and leave after buying it.

However, it's not that no one has come.

Among the guests who can be counted with one hand, the most special one is the man wearing a black knitted hat sitting in the corner.

That's what the clerk who came to work for the morning shift thought.

The clerk who was cleaning the table raised his head from time to time looked at the man.

It’s not because he came to the coffee shop so early to have coffee.

Mainly because of this man...

"So handsome."

Looking at the calm face of the man under the knitted hat, the clerk's dissatisfaction when he woke up early to work suddenly dissipated.

The girl's heart pounded.

In this deserted coffee shop, it became particularly clear in her ears.

The air around it seems to be dyed with a layer of pink.

The clerk withdrew his gaze and continued to clean up the table while whispering to himself:

"I really want to get to know each other."

She is still single now!

Isn’t it normal to have this kind of idea?

Unfortunately, she went to work today.

If she complained to the customer after she came forward to meet her, she would designate that she would be deducted from her salary.

She won't let her already-small salary shrink again.

After packing up the table, the clerk wanted to go back, but happened to see the door of the cafe being pushed open.

She smiled habitually, bowed slightly to the direction of the door, and said enthusiastically:

"Good morning!"

"Welcome!"

The warm welcome received no response.

The clerk was not dissatisfied with no response.

After all, there are many such guests, and she is already used to it.

But she still stopped because of the guest who just came in.
To be continued...