sweet joy

Chapter 42
After a while, I heard Tang Zhihuan's clear voice: "The library."

Song Xixi: "Who was that woman just now?"

"..."

Song Xixi: "Say it!"

"Lu Peijiu."

Song Xixi took a deep breath, and Tang Zhihuan heard two voices of grievance through the earphones:
"Then come back early."

"Hung up." Bao Liang's voice reached Song Xixi's ears, followed by the busy tone of the phone.

Song Xixi stayed for two seconds before clicking on Meituan to see what he was going to eat tonight. He swiped the page to the bottom, but without thinking about what he was going to eat, he casually ordered a piece of noodles and chose spicy.

It was almost nine o'clock, and Tang Zhihuan hadn't come back yet, Song Xixi felt a little uneasy.

Tang Zhihuan didn't answer the phone, didn't reply to the text messages, and didn't go on QQ!
Song Xixi was so angry that she almost grabbed her knee and gnawed it!

Inside the basketball court——

After today's training, Li Tingting handed over another bottle of water: "President, there is no durian smell today!"

Tang Zhihuan twitched the corners of his mouth, his throat was dry, he said thank you to her, took it and drank half a bottle.

Li Tingting smiled and said no, then took out another bottle of mineral water from behind and handed it to Gu Cheng: "Senior, do you want some water?"

Amidst the uproar, Gu Cheng took Li Tingting's water.

"Tang Zhihuan, why didn't your girlfriend come today?" A team member asked with a smile.

Although famous flowers have their own owners, it’s okay to have a look, and it doesn’t cost money.

Li Tingting was taken aback: "President, do you really...have a girlfriend?"

Tang Zhihuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, Qingjuan's face was soaked with sweat, and the gentle scum's appearance was a little more rigid.

"I'm going back."

Li Tingting looked at Gu Cheng incredulously: "Does Tang Zhihuan have a girlfriend?"

"That's right, the girl sitting next to you yesterday is Tang Zhihuan's girlfriend."

Li Tingting...

At 10:30 in the evening, many shops began to close their stalls, and a few students accompanied by a few sporadic students went to their own dormitories with the things they bought.

Song Xixi was particularly obvious among them.

Tang Zhihuan raised his eyebrows, looked down at Song Xixi who was supporting the clothes rail, and asked curiously, "It's midnight, where are you going to beg?"

Song Xixi kept her head down, her knees were sore and itchy, she didn't even see Tang Zhihuan who stopped in front of her.

Lifting his sweaty little face, his eyes were filled with deep resentment: "I'm going to catch the adulterer!"

Tang Zhihuan couldn't help laughing out loud: "Is that what you look like?"

Who else can beat someone who looks like a disabled person?

Song Xixi was so angry that she took the clothes drying rack and knocked on his legs twice, but she couldn't bear to hit him hard: "Lonely men and widows stay until after ten o'clock, this is what a good boy should do!"

Tang Zhihuan...

"I don't answer the phone, I don't reply to the text messages, and I don't have QQ online. What do you want to make trouble?"

The fire in her eyes could burn Tang Zhihuan, and Tang Zhihuan couldn't help laughing: "Who stays with whom alone until after ten o'clock?"

"Who are you talking about!"

"At six o'clock, Lu Peijiu and I separated, and then we had dinner in the cafeteria with Li Bo'an, and then practiced, so who are you scolding?"

……

The fire in Song Xixi's heart was extinguished immediately, and she swallowed: "Then, then why didn't you reply to my message."

"I'm playing ball."

"Why don't you come back after playing the ball?"

"Before I had time to look at my phone, I saw that in the middle of the night he was going to hunt down the adulterer's victim."

Song Xixi stared at Tang Zhihuan's fair face, Tang Zhihuan pushed his glasses with his fingers, and smiled slightly with his thin lips.

The clothes drying pole fell to the ground, and slowly rolled towards the side of the road with two "cracks--".

Song Xixi was lying in Tang Zhihuan's arms, her small hands tightly wrapped around his sweaty short sleeves: "I hate it!"

(End of this chapter)