Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian

Chapter 204 - Nothing is more important than kissing you…



Chapter 204: Nothing is more important than kissing you…

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Luosang hurriedly walked out of the building with her phone in her hands, “Junting, have you had breakfast yet?”

Nian Junting never expected ‘Junting’ to have such a nice ring to it, the words were sweet like melody coming from Luosang.

“I finished peeling all the fruits you wanted, three bowls of them. I’m bringing them to you right now.”

Luosang said, “I am going to the canteen for breakfast and then I’ll have to rush to my classes. Why are you so free anyway, don’t you have lots of things to do at the company?”

“Nothing is more important than kissing you…”

“…”

“Even if you come right now, I won’t have much time to spend with you.”

“True, we’re going to have to take a while if we’re planning to French kiss, good thinking,” Nian Junting said.

“…”

Luosang was baffled, she had just buried herself in a hole that she dug.

“I’ll come over at around 11am then, when your class ends,” Nian Junting said, “Can’t keep the fruits for too long, they won’t be fresh anymore.”

Luosang was speechless, was he really in such a hurry because of the freshness of the fruits?

“Alright, we’ve got ourselves a deal, see you later.”

Just like that, Luosang spent most of her morning in a daze.

At 11 o’clock when the bell rang, she received a call from Nian Junting almost immediately, “I’m parked along the lakeside in the school campus, hurry along.”

“…Ok,” he was really in such a hurry.

Luosang packed up her stuff and stood up from her seat.

Suddenly, Professor Lee called out to her, “Luosang, come here for a while.”

Luosang walked over curiously and he said, “I’ve discussed things with the school dean, our faculty is planning to have a short skit during the Christmas Gala and we’re going to have to choose six persons. You’re going to be part of it along with Shui Chang, Zhang Yang and a couple of others. Do get in touch with them later and you’ll be in charge of arranging and directing the project. I’m entrusting the project to you since you’re a mature and reliable student, don’t disappoint me, I’ve got high hopes for you. All the best with the skit, it’ll be good if it was an original piece.”

“Thanks, Professor Lee,” Luosang nodded her head with determination. Forget about dating Nian Junting in her free time, looks like she would have a busy schedule for a while. She was grateful for the opportunity that Professor Lee offered her.

Ten minutes later, she arrived by the lakeside and got into Nian Junting’s car.

Nian Junting had an annoyed look on his face, “It takes at most 8 minutes for you to get here from Professor Lee’s class, you took a total of 10 minutes!”

“Professor held me back after class to talk about something…”

“Again, with the professors, why do you have so many things on your plate,” Nian Junting expressed his doubts.

“I have no choice, I’m a superstar in my faculty,” Luosang briefly told him what Professor Lee offered her earlier, “I didn’t expect him to entrust me with the short skit as well.”

“He has got a good taste, I tell you. You’re my woman, after all, you’re extraordinary,” Nian Junting was brimming with pride.

Luosang nearly burst out into laughter, “But… this means that I won’t have much spare time to spend with you.”

Nian Junting frowned instantly, “Never mind, I understand. It’s my fault for dating a student, I don’t want to get in the way of your studies.”

“You understand?” Luosang was extremely relieved, although he was bossy, he was still reasonable.

“Yeah, lots of girls chased after me when I was studying in the States. It was quite annoying when they disrupted my studying time. I was so close to giving them a tight slap to wake them up.”

“…”

What an unfeeling man.

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