Song Silu truly believes that someone as handsome as Shunzi and as beautiful as Han Bing is truly worthy of the term "golden boy and beautiful girl", an idiom that has been used badly by the entertainment industry.
Song Silu's mind has always been very imaginative. In a blink of an eye, she has put the names of famous talents and beauties from ancient times to the present, such as Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, Dong Yong and the Seventh Princess, Cowherd and Weaver Girl, on Shunzi and Weaver Girl.
On Han Bing's body.
But Song Silu believed that there was no suitable one, not one of them. None of them could be worthy of the two of them who were like fairies from the Nine Heavens descending to earth at this moment.
Shunzi looked at Han Bing's face with great interest, and the distance was getting closer and closer, and their noses were almost touching.
Han Bing suddenly stood up, his chest heaving slightly, as if he was breathing rapidly, and there were drops of fragrant sweat on the tip of his nose.[
Shunzi laughed again.
Until this moment, Song Silu had really seen Shunzi's smile.
Although that guy always had a smile on his face, he always seemed to be dealing with it perfunctorily and rejecting others. It wasn't until he faced Han Bing that he truly laughed from the bottom of his heart.
When Shunzi smiled, even Song Silu was almost fascinated. She came up with many poems about smiles in her mind, but in the end she thought that none of them were worthy.
Han Bing, on the other hand, was cold and cold, as if his eyes were deliberately averted, staring straight at the TV program.
Brother Long smiled and said: "This is the chairman of the Student Union of No. 1 Middle School. The name you know is Han Bing. Han Bing's reputation in No. 1 Middle School is even higher than that of the principal. The students, including me, are sincere.
I really admire her..."
"Don't compare her with that old principal." Brother Long was about to continue, but Shunzi cut off his words: "Not just the principal, I think her status in my heart is even higher than that of my father.
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Brother Long knew that Shunzi had always loved and hated, respected and feared his father. The use of this metaphor at this moment was enough to prove how important Han Bing occupies in his heart.
So Brother Long also laughed. It was the first time he saw Shunzi describe a girl like this.