Shaoqing heard footsteps.

She turned her head sideways and smiled at Song Lin who came down the stairs: "Classmate Song." ”

Song Lin stopped.

She seemed to be a little surprised, raised her head slightly, and asked softly, "Classmate Shao?"

Song Lin bent her eyebrows slightly, revealing a gentle smile: "Are you waiting for me?"

She walked in front of Shaoqing, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, looking well-behaved and gentle: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

Shao Qing smiled: "It's nothing." ”

She raised her hand, and her fingertips fluttered over the hair in Song Lin's ear: "I just want to tell you something." ”

Shao Qing's eyes curled, his body leaned forward, and his delicate eyelashes cast a shallow black shadow under his eyes.

She whispered, "Don't always come to me for trouble. ”

Shao Qing raised his hand and wrapped the strand of hair behind Song Lin's ear, and his voice was a little lower, resounding in the somewhat dim staircase, with a chic charm: "Little girl-"

The tail note was still echoing in the corridor, but Shao Qing had already neatly withdrawn his hand, put his hand in his pocket, and turned around and walked downstairs.

Song Lin stood silently on the stairs for a while, then raised her hand, pressed it on her chest, gasped twice, and then took the medicine bottle out of her pocket, hurriedly poured a few pills, and stuffed them into her mouth.

She rested against the wall for a while, and her heartbeat stabilized before she had time to think about what Shaoqing had just told her.

Shao Qing knew that she instructed the competition class tonight?

Song Lin thought about this, and her heart began to beat faster again.

She pursed her lips, stopped her thoughts, and raised her hand to comb her hair, but as soon as her hand rested on her ear, she suddenly remembered that Shaoqing had also moved her hair like this just now.

Song Lin stiffened her face.

.

The competition class is over, and it won't be long before the end of the evening self-study.

Shao Qing finished his homework in the last bit of time, and then followed Wang Daiyun to the school gate.

Wang Daiyun frowned: "Today's homework is so difficult." ”

Shao Qing tilted his head and smiled at her: "Then are you done writing?"

Wang Daiyun waved his hand again and again: "I only finished writing the places that can be written." She sighed, "There are so few places where I will." ”

Shao Qing touched her hair: "It's already a lot of progress." ”

Wang Daiyun smashed Shaoqing's waist with his elbow and complained to her: "You are so comforted that you have no soul." ”

The two of them talked and laughed a few words, and then arrived at the school gate.

The Shao family's car never came to pick it up, and Shao Qing rubbed the Wang family's car for many days.

The two of them walked with ink, and when they arrived at the school gate, there was no one left in front of the door, and the car was only the Wang family's.

But today it is not.

There was a Maybach parked next to Wang's car, black, leaning on a person in front of the car, wearing a black suit, with his head slightly bowed, looking at the mobile phone in his hand.

It's Fu Nanxing.

Shao Qing frowned, glanced at him, and while pondering what Fu Nanxing was doing here, he followed Wang Daiyun to the Wang family's car.

But before she could get to my car, she was stopped.

Fu Nanxing took away his mobile phone, blocked in front of them, and greeted her politely: "Good evening, Miss Shao." ”

His voice was clear, but Shao Qing had a headache when he heard it.

She shouted, "Mr. Fu." ”

Shao Qing glanced at the car parked on the side of the road, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is there something wrong with Mr. Fu coming to a private university in Shanghai?"

Fu Nanxing smiled: "Something." ”

He nodded and stretched out his hand to Shaoqing: "Come and pick you up." ”