She took the car keys and sat in the passenger seat alone.
Through the car window, I looked at the man from a distance. He was tall and tall. Everyone else in front of him seemed to be shorter.
The street outside the car was filled with lights. She sat quietly in the car in the darkness without turning on the lights. She just leaned on her back and quietly looked at the man's long shadow under the street lamp.
It's amazing to see.
I have been carefully distinguishing the differences between him and the impression, and it seems that every time I will make a surprising discovery.
Qiongying said to herself curiously: Why has he changed so much?
In terms of temperament, is the phoenix in reverse?
What should I do? I can't resist the charm that he unintentionally exudes. But she is not bad either. She is a top student at the world's number one university. She is definitely worthy of the man who has changed his temperament now, right?
"What are you thinking about?"
Chang Che returned to the car, looked at her with dazed eyes, and waved his hand in front of her.
Qiong Ying turned around, poked his shoulder with her finger, and raised her eyebrows domineeringly: "I was wondering why you are becoming more and more famous and look more and more like a king."
The man who received the compliment had a look on his face and shook his clothes. "It's necessary."
"I just complimented you, and then I kicked my nose in my face."
Chang Che looked at her domineering queen look and smiled: "How else could I control you?"
"You want to restrain me?"
snort.
Chang Che's eyebrows raised: "How can I? My father has taught me since I was a child that women are meant to be hurt. It is necessary for you to calm me down."
That's pretty much it.
He started the car and asked in a low profile: "Baby Ying, where are we going next?"
Qiongying smiled after hearing this and shook her arms: "It made my skin crawl all over."
"Can't scream? I heard Chun Chun call Zuo Zuo baby bump, and Zuo Zuo can laugh so hard that he trembles. Don't all women like men to call them baby?"
Qiong Ying just laughed. "If you're not used to it, you might as well call me Yingying. I'm not a cute little princess?"
"You are also a princess in my heart."
Chang Che thought for a while and felt that Yingying was not enough to show the close relationship between them. Everyone called her Yingying, so how could it show that he was different.
A certain man was particularly concerned, as if he was jealous.
"Have you finished your work? If you have something to do, just go and do your own thing, and come with me when you have time." Qiongying changed the subject at the right time, tilted her head and leaned on the back of the chair, and said in a very considerate way: "I don't
mind."
But I mind.
Chang Che thought to himself: It's rare to come here to relax with his woman for two days, how can he be disturbed by trivial matters.
"A little thing." He turned in the direction her finger pointed, "Think about what to do tomorrow, I have two days free."
"I have class tomorrow, so I can't be absent from class. School has just started, and absenteeism will have a bad impact." Qiongying found herself in trouble. She changed her mind and smiled, then said with a crooked corner of her mouth: "Why don't you accompany me to class?"
"I miss the old days so much. I was in the same school, in the same class, and at the same table. You were there to hold me up even if the sky fell. It didn't matter if I couldn't do the homework, it didn't matter if I fell asleep in class, it didn't matter if I didn't take notes." Qiongying puffed up her cheeks:
"There is no such good deskmate anymore, hey."
While she was talking, she got excited and started humming a song.
Will you remember tomorrow
The diary you wrote yesterday
Will you still miss me tomorrow?
You used to cry the most
The teachers have forgotten
You who can’t guess the problem
I also look through photos accidentally
I just remembered you at the same table
Who married you who is sentimental?
Who read your diary?
Who tied up your long hair?
Who made your wedding dress?
The song "My Deskmate" was sung by her countless times.
Accompanied by the singing, Chang Che also recalled his previous days in school. During the nine years of compulsory education, his only deskmate was her. For no other reason than that, he had to protect her. This girl didn't like to study. Chang Che's mouth curled up.
Gou, I suddenly felt that I only had one deskmate throughout my student life. In fact, it was so interesting.