Chapter 295 Xu Qingzhou is indeed a pervert! Yandong Garden. Xu Qingzhou lay on the sofa thinking about the next arrangements. As he was thinking, he gradually felt sleepy and simply closed his eyes and took a nap. When I woke up again, I was wrapped in a small pink blanket. Song Yao had already gotten up and was sitting at the table reading a book. The sun was shining brightly in a corner of the balcony. Er Miao had already gotten off him and was wandering around the living room with his head hanging and his tail wagging, like a useless piece of trash. Looking from Xu Qingzhou's direction, he could just see Song Yao's silhouette from the side. Her face was delicate and beautiful, with a few strands of hair shining with light. She looked quiet and elegant, giving off an otherworldly air. "Look at that." Song Yao noticed that this guy was secretly looking at her again and rolled her eyes at him. Xu Qingzhou retracted his gaze, looked at the ceiling, and replied to her with what Song Yao said last time: "She is really a beauty when she is silent." Song Yao frowned, took off her slippers, and kicked the man who deserved a beating. The cold and aloof school beauty Song did not hide her temper at all in front of Xu Qingzhou. "Ouch, that hurts~" Xu Qingzhou covered his thigh exaggeratedly. Song Yao curled her lips, becoming more and more certain that it was Xu Qingzhou who had the M attribute, not her. This person was just asking for a fight. Look, being kicked by her was like being rewarded.
The case was solved, and it was Xu Qingzhou who was responsible, and it even affected her. Song Yao began to imagine, forced, with his hands tied "What's with that expression?" Xu Qingzhou looked strange. He sat up and gave up most of the sofa. The look in Song Yao's eyes just now seemed the same as when he first touched her legs. Oh, yes, that was the look she gave a pervert. "What expression?" Song Yao came back to her senses and quickly threw away the strange images in her mind. She had a tense face but was saying in her heart: I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm dirty! "." The serious look on School Beauty Song's face made Xu Qingzhou wonder if he had seen it wrong. Song Yao tried to calm herself down. She was too lazy to sit. She crossed her legs and put them on the armrest of the sofa. She rested her head on Xu Qingzhou's thigh and played with her phone. "On the 15th, I will go to Shanghai with Professor Li to attend a seminar for three days. You will be alone in the empty room." Xu Qingzhou found that Song Yao's choice of words was so precise that it was hard to describe. "Then before you leave, I'll have to collect some interest." "hehe." "." Rather than imitating Xu Qingzhou's perverted behavior of playing with his legs, Song Yao now prefers to rest her head on his thighs like this. It is more comfortable than a pillow, and she can faintly smell the scent of laundry detergent mixed with sunshine on Xu Qingzhou's body. Moreover, Xu Qingzhou has a nice jawline. Song Yao's long eyelashes trembled slightly and she swallowed. "My mouth is watering." Song Yao nodded, "Next time I will plant a strawberry print here." "Now is also okay." "No."
Song Yao snorted, sat up, and was selecting photos to post on WeChat Moments. Xu Qingzhou came over and chose photos, certificates, photos in bachelor's gowns, and photos of the two of them with Song Yao. After posting, Song Yao reminded him: "You used to post on Weibo." This guy is mean and just wants to see netizens wail. Although she also found it quite interesting, especially those comments, they were indeed all talented. Of course, we have to exclude those who called her husband. "Yes, I have to send one." Xu Qingzhou thought about it and felt that it made sense. That was why he always felt like something was missing. It had been two months since the last time he showed off. No, it had been two months since the last time he shared his daily life. He took out his cell phone to edit his Weibo post. Text: Graduation. I sent photos of both certificates and a photo of myself in academic gown. [Sodium ion 1323]: Aren’t you just a sophomore? [ID is so difficult]: Awesome. [Wang Shiba's Little Moon]: With Xu Shen's current achievements, it would not be an exaggeration to give him a doctoral degree certificate. [Laughing every day]: Undergraduate: This guy finally graduated. An undergraduate student is better than everyone else, it’s scary. [Native Trisolaran]: Graduate student: Oh no, this guy is coming towards us! [Xu Shen my husband]: My husband is so great! Song Yao frowned and complained, "Whose husband would you be?" Mizuki University, Library. Zhang Yuquan showed an expression of an old man on the subway. He still suspected that Xu Qingzhou was actually an old silver coin. He had been hiding himself for three years in high school, and only made a splash in the last two months. At that time, he was still lamenting that a young disciple in the foundation-building stage killed him, a Yuanying master, in seconds. Looking at it now, this guy is basically the type that has already ascended to heaven. Horror! If it were in the world of immortals and heroes, this would not be a question of whether or not one had the qualities to be an emperor. He would definitely have to directly suspect whether this person was the second life of an emperor. However, when I saw Xu Qingzhou’s Weibo post again this time, I felt less envy, jealousy and hatred, and more emotion. I can't compare. I don't have the ability, you know. He now has to work very hard to even get a scholarship. Zhang Yuquan shook his head, ending his fantasy. Just as he was about to put down his phone, a message popped up on WeChat, "Senior, I have solved the problem!" A junior girl I met in the club. He typed back: "Just figure it out." "Senior, to thank you for helping me with the questions, I'll treat you to a meal on Friday." Zhang Yuquan was stunned and thought that this junior school girl was trying to cause trouble. This junior school girl has a good personality and looks cute and well-behaved. Zhang Yuquan narrowed his eyes and typed: "Sorry, I've been very busy recently. I'll treat you if I have the chance."
send. Hi, that's how decisive it is. Are you trying to treat me to a meal? If it was before, if such a pretty girl invited him to dinner, he would have gone there happily. Now, there was only one thing in his mind: Go away, don't disturb me while I'm studying. Learning makes me happy! The joys and sorrows of people are not connected. In the northwest, the fields had long been covered with snow. On the white ground, black cars were parked. In the distance, a film crew was filming. Zhang Yuxin finished a fight scene and returned to the car. "Sister Yuxin, hot water." Zhang Yuxin put on her down jacket, and the assistant quickly handed her a cup of water. "Thank you." Zhang Yuxin thanked. With a year of hard work, his career has developed smoothly. Although he can only be considered an 18th-tier star, he now has his own assistant. Zhang Yuxin was just about to drink some water when she noticed a message on her phone. It was a message from Weibo. Xu Qingzhou? Zhang Yuxin paused, put down the cup, and immediately opened Weibo. The assistant noticed the content and suddenly became excited: "Sister Yuxin, are you also following Xu Qingzhou?" "Ah." He graduated. Zhang Yuxin clicked on the photo and looked at the familiar man. She was a little surprised. He had not changed much, but he looked more mature. Was this photo taken by Song Yao? A trace of sadness flashed through Zhang Yuxin's heart. She couldn't explain why she was still so concerned about Xu Qingzhou. Are you nostalgic for Xu Qingzhou's kindness to you? Or is he unwilling to lose to Song Yao? The assistant took a glance and found that Zhang Yuxin was following him using a secondary account. He was immediately relieved. Artists’ Weibo accounts need to be strictly controlled. After all, if someone were to say something out of the blue, the impact would be too huge. The assistant wanted to chat and build up a good relationship, so she asked curiously, "Sister Yuxin, you are also from Chengnan Middle School in Rongcheng. Do you know Xu Qingzhou?" "know." Zhang Yuxin nodded. Seeing that Zhang Yuxin was in a bad mood, the assistant resisted the urge to continue gossiping, "Sister Yuxin, the next scene won't start shooting until 8 o'clock. You only slept for four hours yesterday. Take a break now." Zhang Yuxin let out a breath and put down her phone. "No, I'll go over the lines for the next scene." "Sister Yuxin, you work so hard."
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