It's better to be a scholar than to fall in love

Chapter 172 Happy New Year, Qiao Yue

After hearing these words, Qiao Yue looked at Shen Zheyi seriously, "Did you draft your speech today?"

A normal little girl is afraid that she has already fallen.

Obviously, a girl who has just listened to a love story but is still thinking about whether the other party has typed a draft is not normal.

For a seventeen-year-old girl, she seems to live too clearly.

Shen Zheyi seemed to be used to the point that she loves to deviate from, so she raised her lips, "Do you think it's a bit sweet?"

Qiao Yue nodded, "I'm a little tired."

"Do you know why?"

Qiao Yue looked at him without speaking.

Shen Zheyi himself gave the answer first, "Because those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to you are sweet."

This sudden earthy love story.

Qiao Yue raised her eyebrows, "Stop talking, I'm going to throw up."

There was another burst of fireworks outside, Qiao Yue looked over subconsciously, but didn't notice that Shen Zheyi stood up and walked towards her.

Qiao Yue didn't notice, when she saw the person approaching, the other person had already walked to her bedside, and in a split second, Qiao Yue was hugged horizontally.

The sudden weightlessness made Qiao Yue shrink back subconsciously, and the struggle was almost a conditioned reflex.

Shen Zheyi didn't give her a chance, and directly put her on the floor of the balcony, and then pushed her against the railing.

Qiao Yue's struggle only made her realize the disparity in strength between the two.

Shen Zheyi's eyes only fell on her lips, biting her lower lip because of anger, and under the illumination of the fireworks, she looked bright and moving.

He dared not fall any further.

Qiao Yue resisted such intimacy.

"Shen Zheyi, are you fucking sick?" She was so angry that she exploded.

I don't know where to throw the parenting issue.

Shen Zheyi smiled, his voice was very soft, "Yes, I am sick."

It doesn't matter if you're angry, at least you have some other emotions.

He held the person in his arms, but he still had the energy to grab the fireworks by the window and light them.

Regardless of Qiao Yue's struggle, he put his arms around her waist, turning her from face to face to back to him.

The sound of fireworks sizzles, and at the same time they are dazzling.

Like redemption in the night.

Qiao Yue suddenly calmed down.

Shen Zheyi took the remaining fireworks and burned them all, like a bunch of light balls blooming, the light bursting out of the air, enveloping the hearts of two people in the cold winter.

Waiting for the night in front of me to return to calm.

Shen Zheyi let go of her, and before he let go, he whispered something in her ear, "Happy New Year, Qiao Yue."

Qiao Yue came back to her senses, she had a slap in her hand, but she couldn't slap it out no matter what.

She doesn't like people playing hooligans on her.

But she just couldn't take the slap.

The feeling of burning in her heart but having nowhere to vent it was like a knife blade, not sharp, but pierced her skin hot.

Shen Zheyi didn't give her a chance to continue to get angry. In front of her, he jumped down from the second floor, borrowed a fulcrum, and landed smoothly with his legs bent.

He left without even looking upstairs.

As crisp as it came.

Qiao Yue actually appreciates straightforward people, but she doesn't like the feeling of being influenced by others.

Some things seem to be breaking out of the ground, out of control, and easily out of control.

She turned and went back to the room, not knowing that someone was downstairs, in a corner she couldn't see, puffing.

Until midnight, and then sent her a happy new year greeting on time.

She also didn't know that compared to her, he was more like a homeless child, looking for the poor vulnerable comfort from her.

(End of this chapter)