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Chapter 81 Is It Hard To Like Someone?

Chapter 81 Is it hard to like someone?
At the beginning of the new semester, in order to have more opportunities to see Xu Moyan, Lin Yijia always took Qiao Chuxia to B University to find Xu Moyan.

Qiao Chuxia also seemed to have found a reason to go to B University, and was happy to accompany Lin Yijia to B University to find her brother, because every time she went to B University, she could always see Li Jinchen.

They seemed to be getting better and better, but she later realized that all this was just what she thought.

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"Knock, knock..." Someone knocked gently on the bedroom door, and Qiao Rulan's gentle voice came from outside the door: "Xia Xia, are you asleep?"

The sound outside the room suddenly brought back Qiao Chuxia's drifting thoughts, and she hurriedly put away her thoughts.

Qiao Chuxia hurriedly put away the letter paper on the dressing table, stuffed the stack of thick banknotes into the envelope, and threw them in the drawer indiscriminately, before speaking to Qiao Rulan outside the door: "I'm not asleep yet, Mom , you wait, right now!"

Qiao Chuxia closed the drawer, hurriedly got up and walked to the door, and opened the door. Perhaps she had recalled too much about Li Jinchen just now, and she was a little depressed. She forced a smile on Qiao Rulan, and said in a disgruntled voice: " Mom, what's wrong?"

Qiao Rulan looked at Qiao Chuxia's wet long hair, frowned in dissatisfaction, walked past her without Qiao Chuxia's consent, stepped into her bedroom, walked towards the dressing table, and blamed her , but actually said fondly: "Why has it been so long, and I haven't dried my hair, what if I catch a cold later?"

While speaking, he had already walked to the dresser, bent down and was about to open the drawer.

Seeing that Qiao Rulan was about to open the drawer in the next second, Qiao Chuxia's heart jumped up to Qiao Rulan's body, and she blocked the drawer with her body. She couldn't help raising her voice a few degrees: "Mom, what are you doing?" Well?"

Qiao Rulan looked at Qiao Chuxia in confusion, then turned to look at the drawer behind her protection, "Why do you have any secrets that you can't let mom know?"

Qiao Chuxia subconsciously avoided Qiao Rulan's scrutinizing gaze, and stammered back: "No, no, there is no secret."

After a pause, he pretended to be angry and added: "Mom, do you know how to respect my privacy? I'm already this old, how can you randomly rummage through my things?"

Seeing her flustered expression, Qiao Rulan knew that her daughter was hiding something from her, and she didn't bother to expose it. She took a step back, and said angrily and funnyly, "What privacy do you have? It's not for those boys chasing you." It's not like I haven't read the love letter you wrote."

He paused, waved his hand, and continued with disdain: "You think I really don't care about reading love letters from your primary school students? I'm looking for a hair dryer to help you dry your hair."

Qiao Chuxia immediately showed a dog-legged and flattering smile, "Sure enough, only mother is better in the world."

Turning around and bending down, he found the hair dryer from another drawer, plugged it in, and handed the hair dryer to Qiao Rulan.

Qiao Rulan said softly as she took the hair dryer, "You, it's because your father and brother spoiled you that you're so kind."

Qiao Chuxia hugged her mother's slender waist, leaned her head on her mother's belly, and called out coquettishly, "Mom."

While Qiao Rulan was helping her blow-dry her hair, she let out a soft "Huh?"

Qiao Chuxia raised her head to look at Qiao Rulan, her eyes were dim, her expression was lonely, and she said softly: "Mom, do you think it will be hard to like someone?"

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