The real daughter is studying again

"Don't get excited, I'm not such a villain."

Seeing Shen Jingjing's sudden expression, Shen Qingtang found it very interesting, and she said amusedly.

Well, she didn't think of it at first, who knew that Shen Jingjing, who was pretending everywhere, was finally willing to tear off the disguise in front of her now?
Shen Jingjing's complexion recovered immediately.

"Shen Qingtang, your parents don't believe you at all."

Shen Jingjing planned to poke Shen Qingtang's sore spots.

My biological parents did not stand by my side, but chose to stand by another unrelated person.

It's really sad.

"In my case, I don't recognize them."

Shen Qingtang's tone was very light, she yawned, her emotions didn't fluctuate much.

The two stood facing each other, and they didn't leave until a teacher came in.

"Why do you wear so little?"

It was a bit cool at night, Shen Qingtang put his coat on his arms, and walked outside slowly.

She is a day student, of course she has to go home at night.

Song Wenjing seems to be able to teleport, he can always pinpoint her location very quickly.

At this moment, Song Wenjing was standing one meter away from Shen Qingtang. He looked at Shen Qingtang and frowned.

Shen Qingtang raised her eyes, "Hot."

Summer nights are already hot, and after exercising for a while, the heat on my body has not passed yet.

"Put it on, good boy."

Song Wenjing took a few steps forward, took the coat from Shen Qingtang's arm, and put it on Shen Qingtang's body.

He frowned, looking unhappy.

"Song Wenjing, are you sick?"

Shen Qingtang is not a person who understands style very much, she frowned at Song Wenjing.

I don't know why Song Wenjing is going crazy.

"Yes, you are my antidote."

Song Wenjing felt aggrieved all of a sudden, and he looked at Shen Qingtang pitifully.

Shen Qingtang: "???"

Really have that serious illness.

"When you buy clothes in the future, buy longer ones, okay?"

Song Wenjing looked at Shen Qingtang, and he asked softly.

The short sleeves Shen Qingtang was wearing underneath were so short that they couldn't even cover her belly button, so they should be tight, showing her bumps to the fullest.

Femininity.

"...needed for dancing."

Shen Qing was silent for a while, then answered.

She usually doesn't like to wear these clothes, not to say that they are not good-looking, but that they are easy to attract the attention of others.

"From now on, just let me dance alone, okay?"

Song Wenjing suddenly hugged Shen Qingtang into his arms, and he hugged Shen Qingtang very tightly.

He watched Shen Qingtang dance, his girl was so dazzling on the stage, countless people screamed for her.

Song Wenjing was uneasy and afraid.

Shen Qingtang hasn't agreed to be with him yet. If so many people pay attention, what if she likes someone else?
When facing the person I like, I always feel that I have many shortcomings, and I always feel that I am not worthy of her.

"It's not my hobby."

Shen Qingtang was silent for a while, and finally said this sentence.

She didn't answer Song Wenjing's words directly, but answered Song Wenjing's words in a disguised form.

If there is no need in the future, there is no need, she may not stand on the stage to dance.

Because it wasn't something she loved, it was just out of necessity.

Only the things she loves are worthy of her persistence.

"Tangtang, are you hungry? Can you treat me to hot pot?"

"You pushed me last time, but I didn't even eat it."

Song Wenjing said that he was going to hold Shen Qingtang's hand.

Shen Qingtang: "???"

Shen Qingtang didn't react immediately, and Song Wenjing took her hand.

"Let go."

Shen Qingtang shook it vigorously a few times to shake off Song Wenjing's hand, and then put it behind her back to prevent Song Wenjing from being pulled again.

If you are convinced, you will do something if you don't agree with it. What kind of virtue is this.

"Tangtang, do you not like me anymore?"

Song Wenjing looked at his hand in space, he felt extremely wronged.

"Never liked it."

Shen Qingtang stared at Song Wenjing for a few seconds, but her beautiful lips uttered such cold words.

Well, I have a little liking, not liking.

"God, my heart hurts so much."

Song Wenjing immediately covered her heart, with a heartbroken look, and the traces of acting were very heavy.

However, I still feel a little uncomfortable inside.

She already knew this was the result, Shen Qingtang seemed to only care about scientific research in her heart, and the rest seemed to be of little importance in her heart.

"You go and learn acting."

Shen Qingtang just felt a little speechless.

The role of Song Wenjing...why is it so inconsistent.

Where is the problem?

"But I want to be closer to Tangtang."

"The things Tangtang likes are very expensive, so I must make good money in the future."

The road of scientific research is actually easy to go, and it is not easy to go.

Scientific research can be profitable, but it can also be expensive.

In the process of research, a large fee is required, and after the research is successful, it is indeed money.

However, it does not mean that it is successful if it is successful, and it will cost a lot of testing, a lot of time, and a lot of money.

"How do you know that what I like costs money?"

Shen Qingtang frowned suddenly, she stared at Song Wenjing with inquiry.

"Because I know Tangtang's ideal is great."

"What's wrong with spending some money on great ideals?"

Song Wenjing smiled and said, his eyes fell on Shen Qingtang's face, full of doting.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what you said makes sense."

Shen Qingtang sneered.

"I'm hungry, please treat me to supper."

After a pause, Shen Qingtang turned her gaze to Song Wenjing, she touched her stomach and said.

"Tangtang, shouldn't you invite me?"

Song Wenjing blinked lightly.

"So are you asking or not?"

Shen Qingtang raised her eyebrows.

Love please do not invite, do not invite her to go home directly.

It's just that she just wants to grab some food, after all, she is poor now.

"Please, please, please, please, what would Tangtang want to eat?"

Of course, Song Wenjing couldn't refuse, he just wanted to win Shen Qingtang to invite him.

Because then he has a good reason to ask back next time.

Shen Qingtang, "I want something spicy."

"Okay, then can I arrange it? Or does Tangtang have any special requirements?"

Song Wenjing followed behind Shen Qingtang nervously.

Shen Qingtang, "You can arrange it, I can do it."

"Tangtang, my hands are cold, can you hold me?"

"roll."

"Tangtang, why are you so far away from me?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Yes, Tangtang is my good medicine."

"..."

"Tangtang, can we just hold each other for a while? We are good friends, what's wrong with good friends holding hands?"

"..."