This unruly lady smells like green tea

Chapter 17 017 The Long-lost Face
The alarm clock had sounded for nearly 10 minutes, but the people lying on the bed were still indifferent. Suddenly there were impatient footsteps from outside the corridor, followed by the movement of twisting the door and unlocking it.

As soon as Xia Yunshen opened the door, he heard the loud alarm clock. He walked over and pressed it to stop. When he saw someone on the bed, he couldn't help frowning:
"You can't afford it?"

The familiar voice reached his ears, and Xia Ning pulled the quilt over his head in dissatisfaction, refusing to open his eyes to meet the world.

"..."

Just stood aside and stared at it for 3 minutes, the person who wrapped his head in the quilt still didn't respond at all.

"Didn't you say you're going back today? What time is it, are you still sleeping?"

At this time, Xia Yunshen deeply felt that he was not his elder brother, but another mother of the ancestor in front of him. He had been very busy for a while, and finally gave himself two days off, and had to circle around this Buddha.

Can't you be more sensible?

As a result, there are no major problems now, but minor problems continue.

As soon as these words came out, the other party's face moved a lot, and after a while, he sat up straight from the bed, and wandered like this for a long time before reluctantly opening his eyes.

"..."

How come there is a feeling of an old computer crashing?

"After missing class for so long, it won't be a problem to be late for a while. Besides, today is the weekend, and there are no classes at the school."

After finishing speaking, Xia Ning yawned, with the attitude of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

Hailuo Business School is also known as the "Second Generation College". what was learned in the school.

After all, the starting point of their birth is the height that most people can't reach in their lifetime.

During this period of time, she understood this common problem thoroughly, because the original body's body instincts and way of thinking were deeply influenced by the atmosphere of this circle, so many habits became a subconscious reaction.

"..."

After listening to the other party's words, Xia Yunshen was at a loss for words.

……

He was busy until after ten o'clock in the morning before he successfully delivered the ancestor to Hailuo Business School, and walked away when he saw him get off the car.

Glancing at someone who was running faster than a rabbit, Xia Ning shrugged indifferently. Instead, he thought it was a little funny. The brother with a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder and an irritable temper kept urging him for more than two hours. After thinking about the knife, she has her heart.

While thinking back, while walking, I came to the face scanning machine at the school gate, and this highly recognizable face passed by in an instant.

Sure enough, good equipment efficiency is fast!

Walking around the campus with a shoulder bag slung across her shoulders, she felt as if she had passed away. She never thought that one day she would return to school in this way.

Looking around, I still couldn't help but admire.

The investor behind this "Second Generation Academy" is a certain tycoon in the circle. He spent a lot of money to build this "Golden Nest". Although the school area is not very large, the design of every building and garden is unique. From the hands of famous experts, the facilities inside are high-quality configurations.

After a rough scan, Xia Ning's intuitive feeling is that it is a modern version of Grand View Garden with low configuration carefully built by capitalists.

Because it is the weekend, there are very few people walking around the campus now.

After walking for a while, I felt a little thirsty, and happened to pass a campus cafe, so I went in.

The first impression was not bad, the layout and environment inside were good, the black and white dress was in a simple and elegant style, and the elegant music of the violin lingered in her ears, which reminded her of Cheng Feichen.

After ordering a glass of iced Americano, I found a place by the window with a relatively good view to rest.

It seems that I haven't contacted the other party for several days. When I was discharged from the hospital, the other party's condition recovered well. After a rough calculation, I may be discharged from the hospital in a few days. I don't know how this weird person is now. I still miss it a little bit.

Driven by curiosity in her heart, she took out her mobile phone from her bag and clicked on the contacts on the social software. When she touched the name of that person, her hand paused in the air, dazed for a moment.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Cheng Feichen changed to a new avatar, which was a white baby's breath, blooming extraordinarily brilliantly in the dim light of the morning sun.

But no matter how you look at it, there is an indescribably weird feeling. After thinking for a while, I finally found a more appropriate description.

It's the avatar in the style of mothers!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help complaining in my heart, how can the aesthetics and taste start to move closer to the middle-aged and elderly at a young age?

Clicking in, seeing the account homepage, only to find that he not only changed his avatar, but also edited his signature, which had been blank all along, changed his nickname into a strange "?", and also updated a very rare post.

Glancing at it, there is very little content:

【Title】My Gypsophila will bloom this fall
Two pictures under the title:

In one, he held a blooming baby's breath in his hand and gently placed it on the violin.

With slender and fair hands with well-defined knuckles, Xia Ning couldn't help but think of a sentence: "These are a pair of hands that are very suitable for playing the piano."

The other is a clean white bookmark with a small gypsophila pattern on it.

The style of that bookmark should belong to the same set as the one given to me.

It's normal for people who play art to be humanistic, but when it comes to Cheng Feichen, it always feels inappropriate, and there is an indescribable sense of disobedience.

The inexplicable melancholy atmosphere gave her a strange idea.

Huaichun's young...male?

Shaking his head, discarding all the junk thoughts in his mind, clicking on the private message dialog box, text sending:
【Ningxia|(￣3￣)|】How are you doing recently?

[? 】Um
She didn't expect the other party to be online at this time and reply the message in seconds.

[Ningxia|(￣3￣)|】Do you like Gypsophila very much?

[? 】I like it very much recently, and I will like it very much in the future
[Ningxia|(￣3￣)|] It’s just a pity.

[? 】Why do you feel sorry

[? 】Do you not like it
[Ningxia|(￣3￣)|】Fortunately, I don’t know much about Gypsophila, but I heard that it doesn’t bloom in this season, and it’s a pity that I can’t see it when I like it, isn’t it?
As soon as the words came out, the other party seemed to be silent, and it took a while before they replied.

[? 】It won't be a pity, we will see it soon

[Ningxia|(￣3￣)|】Yes, time flies.

[? ] What kind of flowers do you like?
[Ningxia|(￣3￣)|] I don’t have any particular favorites. If I really had to choose one, it would be Susuo.

[Ningxia|(￣3￣)|】Is it strange to like this kind of flower?
[? 】Won't

【Ningxia|(￣3￣)|】I have already returned to school, when will you be discharged from the hospital?
[? ] a week later
【Ningxia|(￣3￣)|】Why is it delayed?Are you not taking your medicine properly?
[? ] No, it's another question
[? 】[Photo].jpg
In the photo was a medical record, with a long list of medical Latin words written on it, which gave her a headache.

【Ningxia|(￣3￣)|】Take good care of yourself, no matter what the reason is, don’t make trouble with your body.

[? 】it is good
【Ningxia|(￣3￣)|】When will you go abroad?
[? ] The time has not yet been set
……

Just as Xia Ning was chatting, there was a sudden commotion outside the cafe. Out of the curiosity of the melon-eating crowd, she couldn't help but go out and have a look.

However, it was this glance that made her freeze in place.

this face!
(End of this chapter)