Chapter 121： cV soft bun (22) (2/2)

蝶恋 * 花语 ~ @ 宸 小萌: Good morning, big ~

As soon as I woke up, I just met Xiaofen @ 自己, and Xia Qiu's mood was extremely refreshing. The laughter didn't dissipate on the lips. Now Yun Zhifei said ”Good morning ~ what!”

The original 23 powders have risen to 46 in the past. Although the total number is not large, the value is that they have risen overnight.

The mood is getting better, and the smile is shallow on the lips. Xia Qiu is full of spirits.

As soon as he left the door, the door of Room 502 “clicked” and happened to be pushed open.

”Good morning ~ Xue Xueguan! Guan Xuechang!”

Xia Qiu looked at Xu Wennuo with a smile, his eyes crossed him, and fell on Guan Ziyu who frowned slightly behind him.

Even if he got up early, he had a white shirt with a straight face that allowed mosquitoes to split. A white navy blue casual vest was worn on the outside of the white shirt. The conventional neckline had a loose button and a cuff.

Leng Rui's sensible eyes fell on her, and there was no wave at the bottom of her eyes. The sight stayed on her for no more than 3 seconds, then she looked away.

”Xia Qiu, good morning.” Xu Wennuo lifted his glasses, hiding the surprise in his eyes, and his smile was much clearer.

But it was a change of dress, and the beautiful and mediocre little girl seemed to have changed herself!

Lady's pink round neck, beige A-line skirt, and beige tassel bag in her hand.

Her body proportions are very good, her fair and slender legs are extremely well-proportioned, and her black hair is softly scattered behind her, and her smile is transformed into the star eyes. The soft and energetic appearance makes Xu Wennuo's mood immediately happy.

Xiang Xu Wennuo nodded again with a smile. Xia Qiu's gaze fell on Guan Ziyu's tall and handsome side face, and he extended his hand to him with a generous expression, smiling.

”Guan Xuechang! I am a freshman in economics and management, Lin Xiaqiu. I am very happy to be with you, and I would like you to take care of me!”

Guan Ziyu glanced at her, her cold lips stretched, and she didn't speak.

Xu Wennuo quietly touched his elbow.

Guan Ziyu seemed to be unaware, raising his wrist directly, glancing at the black dial on the left wrist, and the expressionless expression behind him.

”Let's be late!”