"Young Master Xuan, please come in!" With a pair of seductive peach blossom eyes, Cheng Jiaming bent his straight waist, and said a thick Beijing film, in front of the man with his hands in his pockets, he made a fuss.

The familiar and unfamiliar handsome face of Xiang Qing moved slightly, and glanced at Cheng Jiaming, the black stud in his left ear shining in the sun.

Then he moved his white shoes and walked towards a certain place as if no one was around, his steps were steady and powerful, and he was not in a hurry.

And Song Cheng also felt bored and shook the corners of his mouth, glanced at the black crowd, and walked into the shed on the left.

Unfortunately, the three of them, as the representative seniors of the School of Business Administration, had to condescend from their fate to do something boring for the freshman registration process.

"Xiang Qing, where did you go, I looked for you for a long time." Friend Shen Xiaoxiao walked through the crowd, looked at her with a stunned face, and opened her paws to shake in front of her eyes.

"Oh, that ......" woke up slowly, Xiang Qing was smart, and looked down to see that the notice in his hand had been crumpled by himself.

"Stunned, huh!"

patted Xiang Qing's thin shoulder, Shen Xiaoxiao, who is one meter six and five meters tall, stood on tiptoe and whispered in her ear: "I also came here yesterday." ”

Yes, even Shen Xiaoxiao knows that such a few boys are not easy for ordinary people to approach, for girls in a small place like them, they can only admire, not approach.

"Hmm......" blinking her black eyes, Xiang Qing looked at her, smiled, and opened her mouth instead: "But, we're going to report there." ”

"That's right."

Holding Xiang Qing's sweaty little hand, Shen Xiaoxiao walked towards the overcrowded check-in office, the charm of a beautiful man is not ordinary, and in a blink of an eye, the place that was relatively unpopular just now was already overcrowded.

Xiang Qing looked around, behind the crowd, the handsome man smiled faintly but distantly at the corner of his mouth, and sat there quietly, constantly waving his black pen, filling in something.

Cheng Jiaming didn't know where to run for a long time, accosting a dazzling schoolgirl, talking flatteringly, and not changing his true colors.

And Song Cheng still put on his indifferent face, indifferently took the file handed over by the senior sister who smiled and put the electric eye, and threw it to the box on the ground.

Finally, Shen Xiaoxiao squeezed to the front.

"Hello seniors! Meet again. With her lively personality, she has always been unrestrained, completely ignoring the deadly murderous eyes of the surrounding seniors, and shouted loudly.

"You probably forgot your certificate again!" Obviously, Song Cheng didn't like a noisy woman like Shen Xiaoxiao, so he sneered with a cold face and a poisonous tongue.

He remembered that yesterday morning, because of a reckless woman, he and Cheng Jiaming wasted a lot of lunch break, and they felt uncomfortable when they thought about it.

"No, no, no!" Pulling Xiang Qing, who had been in a fugue state, Shen Xiaoxiao glared at her and quietly stabbed her in the back.

"Name!" The man who was sitting there and busy sorting out the registration form finally spoke out with a sigh of regret, and his slender fingers lightly tapped the messy tabletop, and suddenly raised his head.

At that moment, Shen Xiaoxiao was stunned, those eyes were too seductive, forgive her, why didn't she see this handsome guy who looks demonic yesterday.

It's no wonder that yesterday, Mo Zixuan didn't come.

"Classmates!"

Knowing that the woman in front of him was fascinated by her friend again, Song Cheng snorted coldly, the voice was not loud or small, but it was just enough for the people around him to hear it clearly.

Sure enough, a wave of murderous eyes shot from all sides.

Mo Zixuan, no matter what time it is, is a god-like existence, and his appearance is often accompanied by too many eye-catching eyes.

"Huh?"

"I say, name!" Mo Zixuan recovered the hollowness between his eyes, he looked at the big girl in front of him for the first time, but in the next second, he saw Xiang Qing who almost buried his head in the ground.

That was the first time he paid attention to this girl in the real sense.

It seems familiar, but it's hidden in memory.

Wearing an off-white jumpsuit, the girl in front of her was not very conspicuous, and only a little silhouette could be faintly seen between her usual black hair.

At that time, Mo Zixuan was thinking, is there money on the ground?

"Ah, it's not me, it's my classmate. Xiang Qing, hurry up, archive! Escaping from the temptation of the beautiful man, Shen Xiaoxiao hurriedly dragged Xiang Qing out from behind.

"Are you mute? Can't speak? Qingxiu's eyebrows trembled without a trace, and Mo Zixuan turned the black carbon pen in his hand, with a faint emotion in his eyes.

"I ......" Rao didn't expect him to speak like this, Xiang Qing raised his head in surprise, his mouth opened and closed, and he couldn't refute a word.

The boy in front of him seemed to ...... It's not the same as I remember. Maybe, no, certainly, she never knew him.

Song Cheng, who was sitting on the side, almost snatched the file handed over by Shen Xiaoxiao, and his cold eyes seemed to look at his brother in a complicated way, and he had a lot of questions in his heart.

Looking at Xiang Qing, Mo Zixuan suddenly stopped the shaking pen in his hand, lowered his head impatiently again, and under the white list, with a big stroke of the pen, wrote two good-looking conjoined bodies.

"Xiang Qing."

This name, he, is not unfamiliar......

"Xiang Qing, you, this stuffy gourd!" Thinking of Xiang Qing's stupidity just now, Shen Xiaoxiao was violent and flicked her with a loud brain.

"Hmm!"

As a result, Shen Xiaoxiao handed her daily necessities, and moved her pale lips to Qing Qing, but she couldn't let go of his hurtful words in her mind.

Also, this kind of personality of mine is strange and annoying.

The other side

After a morning's tiredness, Cheng Jiaming returned to the team with a smile, took the cold drink sent by his little sister and delivered it to the two of them.

Mo Zixuan didn't say anything, his good-looking fingers deftly unscrewed the cap of the bottle, leaned back on the chair, raised his head, and revealed a graceful arc.

Seductive, seductive.

Even Song Cheng had to admit that this friend in front of him was indeed blessed, even if he had deep facial features, but he was not as delicate and elegant as him.

The man in front of him, who can be called beautiful, came to his side four years ago, and since then, he has willingly been his foil.

It may be strange that this man does not seem to have any momentum except for his good looks, but he always inadvertently gives people a sense of admiration, and there is always such a magic in his body that makes people willing.

In other words, Mo Zixuan is another type that makes other men angry besides him, and his princely posture makes people deeply trapped, but helpless.

"What's wrong with you today?" Drinking the drink in his hand, Song Cheng looked at him with burning eyes, and picked up the roster in his hand with a smile.

"Nothing!"

smiled indifferently, his big white hand picked up the tissue on the side, Mo Zixuan wiped the sweat on his head, he hated this sticky and greasy feeling.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Jiaming, who was counting lollipops, came over with bad intentions.

"It's nothing wrong with you!" A hard fist, Cheng Jiaming glanced at the indifferent Song Cheng resentfully, and the corners of his mouth were raised.

"Young Master Xuan, be merciful, tell me!"

"No, yes!" With a slight movement of his thin white lips, Mo Zixuan got up elegantly, his indifferent black eyes narrowed, leaving only a white back for the two of them.

And Song Cheng looked at the name on the list, his eyes twitched, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Mo Zixuan held the black mobile phone in his hand and walked aimlessly on the tree-lined road, the sky in Kyoto was very blue, and the air was very good, but he still missed the place where his roots were.

Under the leafy plane tree, a calm piano bell came from his hand, Mo Zixuan lowered his head and glanced at it, but in the next second, he made a long finger and pressed the shutdown button.

There was no expression on his fair face, and he maintained his usual grace and lightness, and walked forward.

How to say that the beginning of Xiang Qing's university life is still good, the sisters in the dormitory are very good, everyone is not noisy or noisy, although it is not very close, but it is finally passable.

It's probably because they come from all over the world, and they naturally have a kind of inclusiveness, and they are all children from the countryside, and they all have a simple heart.

Life is very dull, but she keeps running around, Xiang Qing doesn't hate this kind of situation where she sometimes can't even eat, because, for her, it seems that she can save a lot of red tickets.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the New Year has arrived......

"Xiang Qing, let's go, I'll invite you to dinner!"

One day of heavy snowfall, when Xiang Qing was half-pushed and half-shoved by Shen Xiaoxiao to pull down the Runcheng hot pot restaurant in Kyoto, she instantly felt full of inferiority.

A base material costs more than 100, is this the ...... What are the prices in Kyoto?

Forgive, Xiang Qing can't quite understand, instead of this, she would rather buy some dumplings to eat in the dormitory, cheap and convenient.

"Why don't we go?"

Holding the red menu in his hand, Xiang Qing's face was a little unnatural, and he looked at Shen Xiaoxiao in front of him with a big face.

In my impression, her home is about the same, why suddenly?

"It's okay, it's okay!" With a wave of his hand, Shen Xiaoxiao raised two thick eyebrows, and looked out the window with a smile, "It's not me who pays." ”

"Huh?"

Xiang Qing was puzzled and looked in the direction of her gaze.....

In the dark night, the goose feather snow always looks so beautiful and sad, as if to tell something, in that snow-white world, the prince appeared......

It was half a year later, Xiang Qing saw the boy again, someone opened the car door for him, it was a black car, Xiang Qing had seen it on TV.

It should be a luxury car, but it is a low-luxury category.

Mo Zixuan wore a fat snow-white down jacket today, with a black and white plaid scarf loosely tied around his neck, and the strange thing was that he was still so dazzling in the world of silver of the same color.

The cold wind blew, inadvertently but gently lifted the dark black hair on his forehead, and his delicate facial features became clearer and clearer, making people dumbfounded for a while.

His slender legs swayed, and as he walked, he chatted with the boy in dark blue, occasionally with a faint smile on the corner of his full mouth.

"Xiaoxiao, you shouldn't be talking about them!"

Xiang Qing came back to her senses, but her eyes were still stubbornly glued to the boy who was smiling lightly, reluctant to leave, it was an inexplicable feeling, and I am afraid that it was also the most hurtful poison.

"Yes, yes, my boyfriend!"

"What did you say?"