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1096. Why Are Women So Fickle? 5

She touched the corners of her lips awkwardly: "I don't know what you said."

"Our reconciliation."

Qiong Ying was silent for a moment, and in the end she didn't say a word and walked into the ticket gate with her mother on her arm.

On the plane, her mother took her hand to make things happen, and she pulled her onto Chang Che's body.

"Mom, you are so boring. Chang Che and I have nothing to do with each other, so I didn't pester him endlessly."

"I have never seen Che'er be so attentive before I pestered him endlessly. He is so busy and busy, and there is only room for one person in his eyes. I don't believe that there is nothing wrong with you two. What's more, you just left each other at the airport.

If you pull me aside and kiss me, if you two kids say it's okay, you are really treating your mother blind."

The words left Qiong Ying speechless, but Qiong Ying sighed, thinking that they would not be entangled with each other this time. Since he did not dare to come to City A, she would just stay in City A forever.

Her school in France was a three-year institution, and she studied for two and a half years. It didn't matter if she didn't go to school in the last few months, as she had already completed her credits.

In the past two years, she has never thought about relationships. She has simply devoted herself to her studies and achieved excellent results. She decided to work hard at home in the past few months and strive to be admitted to become a graduate student at Harvard next year.

Qiongying didn't expect that she would meet Chang Che again so soon. She didn't fall asleep that night, so she lay in bed with the bedside lamp and looked at old photo albums.

After flipping through the pages, her phone rang. When she saw that the caller was Chang Che, she ignored it, but the phone still rang.

Turn off the phone, turn off the lights, and ignore it.

"Fu Qiongying!"

Unexpectedly, she heard someone calling her in the middle of the night. She was so frightened that she jumped up from the bed and stood tall and tall in front of her bed under the moonlight.

"How did you get into my room?"

Chang Che pointed to the window proudly: "I'll climb through the window."

Huhu, "You actually broke into the house, what did you want to steal?"

"Stealing you, what else can I steal?" Chang Che, who was tired from all the work, turned on the light, and looked like a jade tree facing the wind, with a bit of a wild ruffian: "Who told you not to answer my phone and turn off the phone? I can only

Come up in person!"

"..." She had just woken up and was still a little silly. She just thought he was good-looking, but her face was angry. She grabbed the quilt and wrapped herself tightly, staring at her without speaking.

He lowered his voice and asked, "What do you want to do when you came to my room in the middle of the night?"

"Get dressed quickly and go out with me."

"what?"

"Wear it when I tell you to."

"I don't want it, I want to sleep." She was so sleepy that her eyes sank straight down, and she grabbed the pillow and hit him: "You leave quickly, if my brother knows that you broke into my room in the middle of the night out of the window, it will be very dangerous.

Plan your legs!”

"Today is my birthday! You treat me to dinner!" Chang Che glared at her fiercely, actually holding her clothes in his hand, as if he found them in the dressing room, and threw them in front of her: "Get dressed quickly, you

From the front entrance, I will climb down through the window and I will wait for you downstairs. Remember to bring your wallet!"

Then, he climbed down the window mysteriously.

Qiong Ying scratched her hair. How could this lunatic climb up the window and run to someone else's house in the middle of the night just to beg for a meal?

Today is indeed his birthday, but it’s only half past midnight. Aren’t birthdays always celebrated at night?

She hurriedly put on her clothes and tiptoed out of the house. There was a black sports car parked on the road at the back door. He was wearing a thin shirt, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and he was sitting leisurely on the hood of the car. Under the moonlight,

He looks like an outstanding and handsome young man. He looks really sexy.


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