kiss on his heart

Chapter 28 What does the text message you sent yesterday mean?
"Well... there's a girl chasing your brother recently, you know that, right?"

Song Ruanqing's eyes widened.

How come Zhou Tingting knows everything!
Oh My God!so amazing!
Zhou Tingting seemed to see Song Ruanqing's thoughts. She took out her mobile phone and pointed at the chat groups on the page, introducing them to her one by one: "This is the gossip group of the Department of Mathematics, this is from our college, this is from the School of Music, oh yes Yes, there’s also a gymnasium. It’s beautiful!”

Later, after the two got acquainted, Song Ruanqing learned that Zhou Tingting's dream was to join the entertainment industry, and he was no longer surprised by her ability to engage in gossip, provide first-hand information and sell second-hand gossip.

Song Ruanqing was really shocked at this moment. He didn't have time to clean up the bed, so he directly ordered takeout for two people, and dragged Zhou Tingting to meet her and let her gossip.

After eating and drinking, Song Ruanqing warmly invited Zhou Tingting to sleep with her and continued to talk to her.

The two discussed it all night and came up with the final solution, which was to become a contract couple with Jiang Jingyuan.

Song Ruanqing looked at the pitch-black ceiling. After much deliberation, he decided to bother him late at night and sent a message to Jiang Jingyuan: "I heard that someone is chasing you? Is this a bad idea?"

After Song Ruanqing finished sending the message, her reason told her that something was wrong, but she still couldn't help sending it to him. She thought that life or death would be decided in a second, but who knew that after waiting for a long time, Jiang Jingyuan did not reply.

Song Ruanqing suddenly backed down and wanted to withdraw the news, but... the time limit was exceeded.

Well, we can only wait until tomorrow. I hope she won't be laughed to death by Jiang Jingyuan's unreasonable mouth when she wakes up tomorrow.

Ah~ She is really obsessed with it!
Song Ruanqing turned over and looked at the ceiling.

Forget it, let’s talk about tomorrow’s matters tomorrow, let’s go to bed first!
Otherwise, with this look, Jiang Jingyuan would definitely say: Sister, you won't stay up all night waiting for news about me, right?

Doesn't this make him so beautiful?
After Jiang Jingyuan woke up, he saw the news about Song Ruanqing, and he was so excited that he almost jumped out of bed.

The people in the dormitory were so noisy that everyone woke up from their sleep. One boy shouted directly: "What's wrong? Is there an earthquake?"

Jiang Jingyuan ignored the two of them, took the mouthwash cup into the bathroom, and started to clean himself up.

"Brother Yuan, what's wrong? It's so early in the morning, so scary. I thought it was a fake corpse." The person who spoke was a fat man with a fleshy body. Although he woke up from the fright, his mind was still in a daze.

The night he first arrived at the dormitory, Jiang Jingyuan relied on his gaming talent to directly score one by one and push the tower up. As a result, Jiang Jingyuan's image instantly became taller between the two of them.

Among them was a senior gamer who wanted to give the other two a showdown by enrolling in school, but was directly overpowered by Jiang Jingyuan's magic skills.

"Zhang Shan, you are responsible for Brother Yuan. It's still early now, so you can still get some sleep. When you finish class, remember to bring me a meal. I have to make up for a few courses that I failed in my junior year, and the time is quite tight. .”

"Go, go, go."

Jiang Jingyuan had been dating for a long time, but Song Ruanqing dismissed him every time because he didn't have time.

When I woke up this morning and saw that message, I felt like I suddenly wanted to see Song Ruanqing and ask what it meant.

When going out, Jiang Jingyuan deliberately chose a perfume, which was given to him by Chen Shan, what to say, don't just know that smelling fragrance can recognize women, in fact, smelling fragrance can also recognize men.

Jiang Jingyuan didn't know much about perfume, so she sprayed a little on her wrist, looked in the mirror and picked out her short hair, which she had carefully taken care of, before going out with satisfaction.

He bought wontons and fried dumplings that Song Ruanqing liked to eat, and stood dumbly downstairs in the dormitory.

The girls passing by all admired Jiang Jingyuan's appearance and figure, and those who were bold would pick up their mobile phones and snap a few pictures.

What's more, the beauty who went up to the wall to express her love and declare war on several colleges was the one who liked Jiang Jingyuan and went up to the wall to threaten to chase him.

For a moment, the downstairs of the girls' dormitory was very lively, everyone was guessing who the breakfast in Jiang Jingyuan's hand was for.

Song Ruanqing and Zhou Tingting had been talking about gossip all night, and now they were all bored. As soon as they opened the door of the dormitory and were about to go to the laundry room to wash off all the clothes they had collected in the past few days, they met a girl in the next dormitory. When she saw her, her eyes were like eyes. All lit up.

Before Song Ruanqing finished yawning, she saw a girl in a white T-shirt waving to her. Song Ruanqing looked around and pointed at herself. Seeing the girl nodding, she walked over.

"Song Ruanqing?" Although the girl knew Song Ruanqing, she couldn't help asking back to confirm out of the instinct of unfamiliarity.

"Ah...classmate, do you know me?" Song Ruanqing blinked, extremely well-behaved.

She just got up, her hair was disheveled, and her image was a bit unsafe...

The girl in front of her shook her head and nodded. She didn't care and told her directly: "Your boyfriend is waiting for you downstairs. He has been waiting for a long time and said that you didn't look at your phone. He asked me to tell you something."

This girl was a classmate of Song Ruanqing's neighbor. The two classes often took classes together, but Song Ruanqing always came and went in a hurry. After class, she would just hang out in the laboratory and rarely have a good relationship with her classmates.

Boy friend?
Who dares to say that he is her boyfriend?

So early in the morning!Ruin her reputation!
Song Ruanqing thanked the girl politely and immediately returned to the dormitory without even washing clothes.

Song Ruanqing climbed onto the bed and searched for a moment before finding the cell phone that Zhou Tingting was holding under her.

In an instant, messages popped up one after another.

ok ok ok~
The message was sent half an hour ago...

"Tell me in advance next time, are you stupid standing here alone?" Song Ruanqing trotted to the door of the dormitory and saw Jiang Jingyuan leaning against the iron door. He took the breakfast he was carrying, but it was cold. Lost.

"It's too early, I'm afraid you didn't get up." Jiang Jingyuan looked at Song Ruanqing for a while, took the tote bag she was carrying, and carried it in his hand for a while, it was quite heavy.

"Are you going to class now?" Jiang Jingyuan consciously put her gray-brown shoulder bag on her back, touched the edge of the breakfast bag with her big, knuckled hands, and said in a deep voice: "It's cold, let's buy another one."

With that said, she was about to throw away the breakfast in her hand.

"No, it's too wasteful. It's just right." Song Ruanqing took a bite of the fried dumpling. The wrapper of the dumpling was a bit hard, which made his throat hurt when he swallowed it.

But it was pretty good and I could swallow it.

The classroom where Song Ruanqing attended class was not difficult to find. When Jiang Jingyuan took Song Ruanqing's mobile phone to find the classroom, he secretly took a screenshot and sent it to his WeChat account.

A little guilty of being a thief.

Jiang Jingyuan accompanied Song Ruanqing into the classroom and chose the last row.

Not long after I sat down, I received a WeChat message from Zhang Shan: [Brother Yuan, I didn’t see you. Did you go to the wrong classroom? 】

Jiang Jingyuan played with his mobile phone, tapping his big and jointed hands in an orderly manner: [No, the teacher will answer the call for me. 】

Zhang Shan: [ok. 】

"I remember you have class, aren't you going to class?" Song Ruanqing finished eating the last fried dumpling and felt confused when he saw that Jiang Jingyuan was still not going to class.

"What did you mean by what you said yesterday?"

(End of this chapter)