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

Chapter 224

Even though he didn't take it off, he still had to go out.

Qiao Yuesai gave him an opaque black bag, and said in a formulaic tone, "Pack up the clothes you changed last night."

Shen Zheyi: "..."

Qiao Yue cleaned up the table after breakfast, put the leftovers in the refrigerator, and then watched Shen Zheyi walk out of her house.

Finally went upstairs and continued to sleep.

People who take leave of absence are wasting time if they don't sleep.

Coincidentally, Young Master Shen, who was supposed to go to school, went out and hailed a car, and went home directly.

During the day, his house was like an empty and secluded old castle, except for the occasional nanny cleaning.

Throwing the clothes into the washing machine at home, I also went upstairs to catch up on sleep.

He didn't sleep well last night, because the pillows and quilts he slept on were all Qiao Yue's laundry detergent.

How can he sleep?

It was also thanks to him drinking that he slowly fell asleep in the second half of the night.

The coat wrapped around his body was so tight that he was uncomfortable, but the coat smelled of the perfume Qiao Yue usually sprayed. He took it off, threw the coat on the bed, and fell asleep with his pillow.

But he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. In the end, he tore off his coat, stuffed it under the blanket and hugged him, and gradually fell asleep.

The two of them were absent from this increasingly urgent class at the same time.

The students in other classes can talk about it, but the students in my class can't hide it at all. Those with rich imagination, such as Ye Zi, can't control the thousands of words in their minds that they have to tell about school bullies and school bullies written.

Campus literature is the source of happiness for girls who are addicted to Internet literature.

Although the object was at the same table, she secretly thought that she would not be discovered.

Qiao Yue slept until noon, got up and made some noodles, then went upstairs and shut herself up for another afternoon.

In the evening, she ordered a takeaway. After eating, she changed her clothes, put on makeup, and went out to work.

Ye Shi has been operating quite normally recently, and Qiao Yue is also quite normal at work, but to be honest, seeing this kind of occasion too often will make her numb.

When she was 16 years old, she was still full of freshness in such bizarre places, but gradually, that freshness passed, and she occasionally felt tired.

As Song Yun said, this is not the life she should live.

Qiao Yue has always had a clear understanding of her own life. Of course, she can't be a bartender all her life.

After staying up all night until the early morning, when Qiao Yue dragged her exhausted body and drove back to the door, she saw the door shrunk into a ball, and there was a 24-inch suitcase next to it.

Her temples protruded uncontrollably.

Obviously, the sound of her driving also attracted the attention of the other party, but he didn't move, just squatted in place and looked at her.

Qiao Yue: "..."

That mass of black shadow just stared at her, stopped the car, turned off the ignition and locked it, and then walked in front of him.

Qiao Yue didn't spoil him, she just slapped him on the head, "Shen Zheyi, why are you crazy?"

Shen Zheyi looked up at her aggrievedly, his eyes flickered, "Aren't I waiting for you to go home and open the door?"

With that tone, Qiao Yue almost believed it, as if she should have opened the door for him.

She calmed down, "Did I tell you to stay tonight?"

Shen Zheyi: "Look at WeChat."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yue took out her mobile phone from her bag, turned on the Internet, and immediately displayed a transfer message from someone.

She stared at the number.

He glanced at the young man begging for shelter in front of him again.

Finally believing in the word obsessed with ghosts, she felt that she was hopelessly vulgar.

(End of this chapter)