Huanxi Boy: Song Qian's crit attack at the beginning, I'm numb

Just now, the breeze was blowing, and it was even more impossible to cry.

"Little Dream……"

Ai Poer stood up, greeted Xiao Meng, his eyes drifted past Su Cheng, and subconsciously pinched the palm of his hand.

"It's time, I should go back and pack up, let's go first."

With trembling eyelashes, April walked towards the door.

"do not……"

Xiaomeng stopped her and said with concern:

"What time are you going back to Zhonghai? Let's go after dinner. I bought them all."

"No need, the high-speed train at [-] o'clock, the time is very tight, I still have some things to deal with at work, if I don't go back, it's too late..."

Listen to that,

It's not easy for Xiaomeng to say more, so she stopped her and sent Ai Poer to the elevator.

aside,

Su Cheng stared again, surprised,

Unexpectedly, Aipel would return to Zhonghai today.

And knowing this, I suddenly wanted to do something.

……

Lixiang Yayuan.

Qiao Yingzi looked at the time, Song Qian had been out for a while.

She felt that she should not come back in a short time.

Wandering around the house twice, clenched his fists, and ran to Qiao Weidong's residence.

Not many times,

When Qiao Yingzi came back, she was so happy that she wanted to fly.

There is a free harbor, there are many Lego, and the favorite Millennium Falcon, I really like it, so happy.

If it wasn't for worry, Song Qian would come back anytime.

She really wanted to play for a while.

However, although she didn't stay long, she was still happy,

I think Dad, it's really a trick.

I even bought a smart watch, and I am not afraid of being confiscated.

Qiao Yingzi studied the meeting, downloaded the communication software, and immediately bubbled up in the group,

The screen of the smart watch is too small and it is inconvenient to type, so she sent a voice message.

"¨. I, Hu Hansan, am back again."

Huang Zhitao: "Yingzi, did Teacher Song give you a cell phone?"

Qiao Yingzi: "No, my dad bought me a new one."

Huang Zhitao: "Then you have to hide it well."

Qiao Yingzi: "Don't worry, this time, my mother will never find it."

I was chatting with Huang Zhitao,

Qiao Yingzi received Fang Yifan's message,

"Yingzi, I remember you said that Mr. Song often suffers from insomnia, and he has sleeping pills, right?"

"What do you ask for this?"

Fang Yifan: "My cousin Lin Lei'er came to a strange place and couldn't sleep. Comrade Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie were arguing again. He was embarrassed to say that sleeping pills are not easy to buy at the pharmacy. You can give me some and I'll take it for Lei'er." Thank you."

"Okay, I'll bring it to you at school tomorrow."

Fang Yifan: "Don't, I'll go find you later, and take a look at Comrade Tong Wenjie."

"Okay, but Aunt Wenjie is not here temporarily, she usually comes to my house at night."

Fang Yifan: "This is good news, save me having to make up a reason."

Fang Yifan: "By the way, Yingzi, let me tell you some good news. Don't tell Taozi just yet. I'm going to move to your community in a few days. I'm not happy, I'm not happy."

(Nonuo's) Fang Yifan moved here,

Qiao Yingzi didn't find it strange,

She heard Tong Wenjie talk about renting a house, so she already knew about it.

Still thinking about talking to Fang Yifan about it at school tomorrow.

Now that Fang Yifan knew about it, he didn't mention it, and complained:

"What's so happy, seeing you at school and seeing you after school, I'm going to be so annoying..."

……

in the new house,

Su Cheng and Xiao Meng clocked in each room.

a long long time,

Xiaomeng fell asleep peacefully,

Su Cheng's heart was not quiet.

Aipel is going back to Zhonghai today, and I don't know when I will see him again.

Last night, she was so indifferent, the investment progress remained unchanged, and there was nothing to say about it.

She ignored it, and ignored her.

When we met today, her progress became 92%, and after a while, it rose to 94%.

The obvious advantage is mine.

Su Cheng really wanted to work hard and win 5 gift bags in one go.

The problem is, I don't know if Aipel is willing to meet.

After thinking about it for a while,

Su Cheng sent a text message, give it a try, there is nothing to lose.

"Ai Poer, can we meet and talk?".

Chapter 81 The soul is touching, the spirit is blending (seeking subscription)

"Apple, can we meet and talk?"

Looking at the text message,

Aipel's eyes were in a trance, and his mood was complicated and bewildered.

When exchanging identities, he obviously had a chance, but he didn't.

When I threw myself into my arms, I thought he would refuse, but he was so domineering.

Today, when he was admitted wrong again, when he was sad and sad, he was so gentle again.

like a contradiction,

Sometimes domineering and indifferent, smacking people with money.

Sometimes gentle to the right, self-discipline and restraint.

I really don't understand what kind of person he is.

But he still remembers his tenderness and domineeringness deeply.

"Okay, I'm still in the hotel..."

With trembling fingers, Aipel typed a reply,

I don't know what he wants to talk about.

But I want to meet him once and say goodbye to him, which can be regarded as a beginning and an end.

Xiaomeng's proposal is ridiculous and crazy.

Although heartbroken, I want to agree.

But still can't agree,

Because it runs counter to the outlook on life and values.

Aipel also knows that the lives of some rich people are even more exaggerated, and women have as many clothes as they do.

Even so, there are still Yingying and Yanyan, going on and on.

But they are them and she is her.

Even if I can feel, feel, and have a special feeling for Su Cheng, I still miss his embrace.

Xiaomeng doesn't mind either.

Aipel still wanted to cut it off, but he didn't want to be there.

After not wanting to be together, one three five, two four six with Xiaomeng, waiting for Su Cheng to flop.

In that way, even if you live in a superior world, you will live without any value and without self-esteem.

thoughts wandering,

thinking wildly,

Time passed quietly.

Bang, bang, knock on the door,