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Chapter 181 Hotel
I probably didn’t expect to receive a congratulatory gift from someone I didn’t know very well.

The boy took it anyway. There was a red scarf in the gift bag, which was not expensive. He took a look at it and accepted it: "Thank you."

"It doesn't matter." Cheng Xuran pursed her lips and smiled, the pear dimples were shallow and soft and moisturizing.

She didn't say.

She knitted it herself.

It seems that he has not worn a scarf all winter, and he seems to be not afraid of the cold.

Suddenly I wanted to knit a scarf and give it to him.

Song Yanqing went upstairs with the gift bag and brought Cheng Xuran in: "There is a hot water bottle on the bedside table. If you want to drink it, make it yourself."

"it is good."

"Song Yanqing, you're here!" Cheng Jiaoxiao rushed over, "Come on and play cards!"

"Xuxu, sit down and look at this room full of handsome guys. You can choose whatever you want, no money required!"

"Song Yanqing, what are you carrying in your hand?"

"It was a gift from someone else." Song Yanqing hung the coat on the hanger and replied.

"Scarf? Who gave you a scarf??"

Cheng Xuran clenched her palms and held a cup of cold drink. She suddenly regretted giving it to him so early. She should have waited until she left without being criticized...

His voice was low and he smiled lightly: "I don't know."

"Which peach blossom is it again?" my friend joked.

"Don't be kidding, this is not true." Song Yanqing objected directly, fell on the bed, and rested his hands behind his back.

His WeChat cell phone kept ringing.

Cheng Jiaoxiao smiled meaningfully, "Then who is the one you are replying to? Have you been replying to people all night?"

He shuffled the cards without denying it.

The sour and astringent taste came into the corner of Cheng Xuran's eyes.The warm water in my throat felt a little cool.

They played until midnight that night, and the boys went crazy. Cheng Xuran felt deafened and looked at the snow outside the window in a daze. She noticed from the corner of her eye that he picked up the phone four times, wondering if he was replying to messages from the same person. .

We also chat on New Year’s Eve, which is very important.

Among so many people, only one person noticed her silence and abnormality. When passing by her, he turned his head and asked: "Send you home first?"

"I'll stay for a while, you guys can play." Cheng Xuran smiled at him.

"Well, call me if you want to leave." The boy didn't ask a second time.

At around three o'clock, Cheng Jiaoxiao's girlfriend came.

"Surprise!" She walked in, opening her arms. She had just come from the bar. She was wearing a black down jacket and a black camisole underneath, revealing her small waist. It extended upward from the side waist and had a tattoo of a dark purple butterfly about to fly. The wings are tattooed all the way to the delicate snow-white clavicle. They are very sentimental, with heavy makeup, cold facial features, and a smoky voice, "Happy New Year!"

"Think I didn't?"

Cheng Jiaoxiao rushed over directly, with a smile on his face, grabbed the back of her neck and gave her a fierce kiss.

The girl snorted and her fingers got into the boy's black hair.

Kiss until it feels like the end of the world.

"You're so damn crazy. It's like you've never touched a woman." Qiao Ranyu could hardly breathe, so she pushed him away and lit a cigarette. She couldn't find the lighter, so she stretched out her hand to Song Yanqing, "borrow a light."

Song Yanqing lazily threw the lighter to her.

Qiao Ranyu lit the cigarette and puffed out the smoke skillfully. When she suddenly saw the girl with fair cheeks next to her, she was stunned for a moment. She squinted her eyes. Sister Yu's voice was deep and sexy, and she glanced at Song Yanqing: "Your little girlfriend?"

Song Yanqing raised his eyes and warned her: "Good student."

"That's my sister." Cheng Jiaoxiao gasped with a hoarse voice.

She groaned and threw the lighter back: "This little girl just kept looking at you, thinking you were bringing good students to a place like this."

(End of this chapter)