Jiang Heng took the letter, "I guessed that it wasn't for me." ”

"Then you're guessing right." Mei Qingjiu smiled, "Jiao Hong gave Fu Jiang." ”

Jiang Heng snorted and asked again, "What about mine, when will you give it to me?" ”

"Brother Jiang, am I no more? I......" Mei Qingjiu licked her red lips with her tongue, and stared at Brother Jiang with her eyes presumptuous.

Jiang Heng's eyes flashed, "I'm ready, you can write it to me when you go home on the weekend, and you won't stop until you write a hundred words." ”

Mei Qingjiu laughed.

Looking around, no one else stepped forward and bit him lightly on the lips, and before Jiang Heng could go deeper, she retreated.

And, "Classmate Jiang Heng, this girl doesn't have time to write you a love letter this weekend, I want to go with the dormitory people to perm my hair and buy clothes." ”

"Neither going home?"

"Of course."

When Jiang Heng heard this, his mood was not so good.

People who don't have love letters have to send love letters to others, how can they be in a good mood?

When Fu Jiang saw him come in with a cold face, he wanted to leave.

Who knew that Jiang Heng called out to him, "Your letter." ”

Fu Jiang was petrified, "Again?" ”

Jiang Heng raised his eyebrows and reminded him, "It's only the second one, what is it again?" If you don't want to receive letters all the time, just make it clear to others. ”

Fu Jiang opened the letter with trembling hands, looked at the signature, and sure enough......

He took a deep breath, didn't care if there was anyone in the dormitory, and shouted, "Comrade Jiang Heng." ”

"What for?"

"So much, I think very clearly, I don't want to."

Jiang Heng: You are sick, what are you not willing to tell me about?

"Oh."

"You're done?" Fu Jiang was sad and indignant, "Comrade Jiang Heng, as a roommate, I think it is necessary for me to remind you that as the only son in the family, it is still necessary to complete the task of passing on the ancestry." Is it appropriate for you, you, a gay man of yours to write me this kind of letter? ”

The dormitory was quiet.

The roommate who drank water in the next second squirted.

The roommate who was drying the clothes, the clothes fell off.

……

Jiang Heng frowned, displeased, "You have a fever in your brain?" Please go to the infirmary if you have a fever, what are you crazy about in the dormitory? ”

"I'm crazy, fucking I'm crazy? You didn't write this letter, you didn't give it to me? Fu Jiang asked.

Fu Jiang's voice was quite loud, attracting other dormitory people.

Jiang Heng walked up to him, took the letter in Fu Jiang's hand, glanced at it, and asked, "Are you blind?" Which of the above words tells you that I wrote the letter? ”

"It's not you, it's not you, look at this... This pinyin, jiangheng. ”

Fu Jiangke was excited, and then took out a previous letter and pointed to the same letters, "Jiangheng, do you see it?" You're so disappointing, you're a gay man! ”

"Blind!" After Jiang Heng finished reading it, he pointed to the letters on it, "This is jiaohong, the Jiao Hong of your class." The back of her pen tip is sticky, and if you take a good look at jiao and jiang, you can still see it. ”

But if you don't look at it carefully, it looks really similar, especially the Hong and Heng in the back, which are really not easy to identify when they are glued.

He looked at it again, there was something wrong with the girl in the dormitory of plum wine, what did she do with pinyin when she wrote a name?

He was misunderstood, he just did it, Fu Jiang in the dormitory was not neurotic, he ran away as soon as he saw him recently.

I want to vomit inexplicably!

"Hahahaha......"

As soon as Jiang Heng finished, laughter broke out inside and outside the dormitory.

Fu Jiang was also stupid, and after reacting, he blushed and became a monkey's buttocks.