Chapter 452: Why is Sister Nian's boyfriend looking at him so coldly?
"No. Sister Nian, I'll book it myself." Liang Bowen quickly covered her phone with his hand to prevent her from booking a hotel: "Just tell me where you live, and I'll book a nearby hotel myself."
Otherwise, Qiao Nian would have to book his return flight and hotel, and he would look like he just came here to get a meal, which would be so embarrassing!
Qiao Nian couldn't resist him, so the matter of booking a hotel was dropped for the time being.
Because Ye Lan had already arrived, they could not go to the hotel first. Liang Bowen had to put his luggage in the trunk of the car first, and then go to the hotel to check in after dinner.
Liang Bowen just heard that Qiao Nian got 650 points in the exam. It was enough to make him dizzy for a long time and he couldn't recover. Then he saw Gu San driving out in a Hongqi car with a license plate on the front of the car. The arrogant Jing. 666888. He no longer knew that he was
What expression should I put on? My face twitched and I looked at Qiao Nian with complicated eyes. My throat was dry and a little sore: "Sister Nian, is your friend raising a red flag?"
He originally wanted to say boyfriend, but then he looked at Ye Wangchuan. The man had an arrogant and outstanding temperament, his hands were hanging by his side, he wore a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist bones, and his long legs were straight and long.
Lifting her eyelids and looking towards him, the light and shadow in her eyes flickered. It was obvious that she just glanced at him lightly, but it made Liang Bowen nervous.
Hiss, why did he feel that Sister Nian’s boyfriend looked at him in a strange way, quite cold, but his aura was so strong that he almost couldn’t breathe due to the pressure!
Qiao Nian didn't notice this small detail, opened the car door, turned around and said to him: "Get in the car first."
"Oh, okay." Liang Bowen quickly looked away, responded, and got on the bus.
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In a private room in the southwest of the imperial palace, the table is filled with dishes. Suzhou dishes are exquisite in shape and look delicious and delicious.
Qiao Ai didn't eat two chopsticks. He put down his chopsticks after one or two bites, losing his appetite.
Fu Ge saw the pale side face, his eyes were a little distressed, and he lowered his voice and said, "What's wrong? The food is not to your liking?"
Qiao reluctantly forced out a smile, shook his head, clenched his clothes tightly with his hands on his knees, and said softly: "No. The food is delicious, but I have a cold and can't eat."
Fu Ge remained silent and didn't speak, knowing in his heart why she couldn't eat. In fact, he himself wasn't much better, but his roommates were all here, so he couldn't show it too obviously.
When Qiao Ai saw that he had stopped talking, he bit his lip again, his watery eyes brimming with tears. He placed the hand under the table on the back of his hand and said considerately: "Brother Fu, thank you for inviting a friend to dinner just for me."
When Fu Ge heard this, he felt more and more sorry for her sensibleness. He felt better and said in a low voice: "It's a good thing that you successfully passed the Tsinghua University. It's worth celebrating. It's just a treat. I wanted to take you on a trip before.
Now……"
Speaking of this, both of them felt very heavy.
Yes, Qiao Ai's admission to Tsinghua University was originally a good thing worth celebrating, but Wen Ziyu's previous words cast a shadow over this joy. Neither Qiao Ai nor Fu Ge wanted to think about it in detail. The more they thought about it, the more they thought about it.
The more unhappy I become.
Fu Ge was a boy after all, and he felt that he had the responsibility to comfort his girlfriend. He forced himself to ignore the haze in his heart, looked at Qiao Ai with gentle eyes, and whispered: "Don't think too much, Wen Ziyu said
That person may not be Qiao Nian. Her grades have always been bad, so she can't possibly do so well in the joint entrance exam. Wen Ziyu may have said nonsense, and he's not a teacher, so where did he get his grades?"