The Boss is Very Busy

Han Cong usually visits the forums. Last night, he didn't know what kind of wind Brother Qing had smoked, so he took him for a while, and now he was still faintly aching, and he was severely kicked on his butt.

Fortunately, Gu Xiaofeng finally stopped Shen Zhiqing, and he was more conscientious.

I went to buy him breakfast this morning. Han Cong was lying on the bed while biting the fragrant meat buns while opening and browsing the mobile page.

Suddenly, he paused with his fingers, his eyes widened slightly, and the bun in his mouth fell out.

"Fuck... what is this?"

No one in the dormitory took care of him, but Han Cong still did not discourage his burning gossip.

"Do you know what happened on the forum?"

"..."

"...What?" Shen Zhiqing did not say a word, and Gu Feng reluctantly responded.

Han Cong is holding his cell phone.

"Just the Qin Yang we talked about last time, this guy is a real bull. The English major was tricked into being a junior. He also has an original partner. He is not a rich second-generation. It is his original partner who has been working and raising him."

He muttered a lot, and Gu Feng listened in silence.

"Snapped……"

I didn't know what was falling and making a sound, Han Cong looked at it suspiciously.

The black mobile phone was lying quietly on the cold floor, and the teenager was standing next to the mobile phone.

The figure was slender, his head was slightly lowered, and his broken brown hair was soft in color. He clenched his fingertips, moved his head gently, and looked over with a dark eye.

His thin lips were pursed, his expression still cold: "What did you just say?"

Han Cong's expression was stunned, and his body was still faintly aching. He hid in and looked away.

"I said... I said Qin Yang."

Damn it, what the **** is going on with Brother Qing these past few days, does he look at him with this kind of murderous eyes?

Shen Zhiqing picked up the phone slowly, looking calm, and the voice of the exit was slightly low.

"where?"

"On... Forum."

The cold boy turned around and walked to the balcony. Han Cong watched him leave, only to heaved a sigh of relief and picked up his bun.

Fortunately, there was no fight this time.

Shen Zhiqing turned on the phone, his fingertips were cold, and the light in his eyes drifted indifferently.

The young man's lips tightened, his cheeks as transparent and flawless as a thousand-year-old jade did not show emotions. The post was very long. After browsing, he was silent for a while.

The boy's pupils are dull and cold like obsidian, his white and slender fingers quietly grabbed the railing of the balcony, his fingertips gently pressed, and his shiny skin turned pale.

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MuMian browsed the forum, and finally put down the phone casually and smiled.

Thanks to Qin Yang's impatience, so much saliva can directly drown a person.

MuMian is standing by the window sill. The sun is still very warm today. The warm sun shines in as if it is warm in people's hearts. The girl held the kettle with her fingers and sprinkled the water on the beautiful and fresh potted plants.

The doorbell rang, MuMian put down the kettle and walked to the door. She looked through the cat's eyes, and the girl raised her eyebrows and opened the door unexpectedly.

The boy changed into a black jacket, trousers wrapped his slender legs, he didn't wear a hat, his hair was brown, and his delicate eyebrows were indifferent and calm.

When she saw the girl, she lowered her long eyelashes slightly, staring at her with her jet black eyes.

He gently raised his hand, his slender and white fingertips hooked the bag with the lunch box, and his magnetic, **** voice was flat and soft: "Give me food."