Ye Jingchun frowned, three points of surprise, but seven points of joy, and shouted: "Oh, how can you use my photo to make a desktop?"

Song Baojun thought that it was best not to explain anything at this time, and immediately hesitated, his face was full of confusion, and his stupid and silly expression pretended to be full. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ye Jingchun blushed and said: "Who told you to use this photo, it doesn't look good at all, I hid in the corner and ate, I looked ugly." Belch...... I'll take a picture for you, so as not to use this photo as a desktop and ruin people's image. ”

As he spoke, he pressed the front conversion button of the mobile phone camera, looked at his beautiful face, smiled slightly, hooked a charming arc at the corner of his mouth, and took a selfie with a click. Then set this photo back to the desktop and handed it back to Song Baojun, with a smug face: "How do you see the shooting?"

Song Baojun looked at the screen of his mobile phone and couldn't help but read a poem: "The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

This poem is one of the famous poems "Qingping Tune" written by Taibai Immortals to Yang Guifei, which means that Yunxia is her clothes, and flowers are her face; Yan Yang Yuhuan's beauty is unparalleled, the language is strong, the words are flowing, such as the spring breeze is full of paper, the flowers are full of eyes, the face is blurred, and it is extremely gorgeous and fragrant.

is talking about Li Taibai's poem praising Yang Guifei, but his eyes are looking at Ye Jingchun, and the meaning of the words is no longer clear.

If this is said to a science student who only knows variables and functions, I am afraid that the other party will be confused, but Ye Jingchun is a talented girl in the Chinese department, and she understands the meaning at once, and can't help but hang her head shyly. The face is like a layer of rouge dyed in white rice paper, red and bright.

The atmosphere fell into embarrassment, and the two sat alone and quietly ate with vegetables.

Ye Jingchun seemed to have come to the "relative's house", apologized to him, took a small handbag and walked to the bathroom, and there was no one for a long time.

Song Baojun was sitting bored, only to see a snort in front of the restaurant, and stopped an orange two-seater Maserati sports car with a cool appearance. The beautiful body and flat front of the car have a super-modern beauty.

Several girls in the restaurant couldn't help but look up at the same time, accompanied by the sound of sizzling and gasping in their mouths, and their eyes were full of extremely yearning looks. Although I can't tell which style of Maserati it is, if you want to have a car, you can expect one or two million yuan, how can ordinary people expect it?

A tall boy got out of the car, wearing a horizontal striped casual pol shirt, walked to the cigarette counter at the entrance of the restaurant and shouted: "Boss, come to a pack of 'Yellow Elephant House 1975'." ”

The proprietress hurriedly went over and took a pack of Huangxianglou 1975 cigarettes that cost 120 yuan on the market. According to the current prices, cigarettes are consumer goods with many substitutes, smoking hundreds of good cigarettes can quench addiction, smoking six yuan a pack of river water can also meet the demand, but there is no doubt that only those who consume 120 yuan of Huangxianglou 1975 cigarettes can be regarded as local tyrants. The eyes of those girls immediately revealed a strong sense of admiration.

The boy loaded his cigarette and was just about to leave, when the phone rang in his pocket, he picked it up and answered, and while talking, he wandered aimlessly around the two camphor trees in front of the door.

At this time, a tall and elegant girl came down from the passenger cab of the car, and asked the local tyrant boy: "Liu Peilong, how long do you want to talk on the phone?"

This girl is so beautiful, wearing a floral dress, straight and silky shawl long hair, a round jade bracelet on her wrist, straight and slender thighs, and a pair of white ribbon high-heeled sandals on her feet. When the girls who were sighing in their hearts saw this situation, they all pouted their lips, and their shame was mixed with strong jealousy.

The local tyrant boy stretched out his hand and motioned for the girl not to interject first, and continued to say something into the phone.

The girl was quite depressed, looked around, and then saw Song Baojun smoking and drinking bare-chested in the Xiangxiang Pavilion.

She hesitated for half a second, then walked in.

"Song Baojun, why are you still eating here alone at such a late hour?" The voice was crisp and pleasant, like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley.

Yuan Shuang!

Even if this girl turns into ashes, he Song Baojun will not forget it. After all, that relationship with a beginning and no end was the opportunity for his thirty-two personality to awaken. Song Baojun didn't know how to face it for a while, and the hand that was stuffing the steak into his mouth suddenly stopped, his mouth opened, and he looked at Yuan Shuang's beautiful face in a daze.

The local tyrant boy outside the door should be Liu Peilong, the son of the boss of Haisheng Company, who threatened him after breaking up with Yuan Shuang that day.

When they met again after more than half a month, the two stared at each other with such big eyes.

Song Baojun didn't wear a shirt, he sweated profusely and dried out after exercising, his body was slimy, and he emitted a rancid smell. The lonely eyes hidden in the exhaustion, the depressed expression, the hungry movements, the shaking calves on the chair, and the large pile of remaining bones in front of him all clearly indicate that this is a frustrated boy.

And Yuan Shuang opposite him seemed to be standing, really having the appearance of a shy flower and a closed moon, a sinking fish and a goose, compared to a person from the same world.

After looking at each other for a long time, Yuan Shuang finally pulled over a chair and sat down, and said lightly: "Song Baojun, why are you still like this?"

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In an instant, Song Baojun had started the most fierce debate so far with the two personalities of obscenity and philosophy in his body.

"Haha, did you see that? She dared to provoke me with a shy face? And she drove a two-million-dollar luxury car with her boyfriend! Say, how should I answer such a stupid question to stab her to the fullest? Is it to say, 'How do I relate to you?' or 'You're not qualified to ask me questions?'"

The philosophical personality seems to find it somewhat amused: "Juche, you have lost your temper. ”

"! Can I say she's the most shameless woman I've ever seen? Are you stupid? Do you know how embarrassed I was that day? I walked like a dumbfounded person for a long time, and finally I didn't know how to go home. I dare to say that if this heart knot is not opened for a day, you will not want to fully merge with your thirty-two personalities for a day. ”

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

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