After Li Fang left, Fu Nanli stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and smoked, his eyes secretive.

In the end, he whispered the phrase 'little liar', his tone was full of helplessness, but with a bit of inexplicable pampering.

He asked Lao Hu to drive to the alley of her house and picked her up to eat in Xiaotangshan.

Looking at the people around him again, the skin is fair, the facial features are delicate and bright, and the slender white swan neck is too white, and the green tendons and blood vessels on the neck are clearly recognizable.

After all, he was still reluctant, and touched her head, "Where did you say we first met?" ”

Wen Qiao sighed in his heart and looked at him worriedly: "You...... Why do you ask this? ”

Fu Nanli leaned his elbows on the back of the chair and played with the hair on her shoulders boredly: "Ask." ”

Wen Qiao said cautiously, "You...... Has there been a recent recovery in memory? ”

My breath was a little stagnant.

Fu Nanli's eyes closed slightly, and then said in a deep voice: "No." ”

Wen Qiao didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or be uneasy, she could only continue to tell her lies that had been orchestrated a long time ago: "Just ...... It's a rainy day, I'm walking on the side of the road, your car is speeding by, splashing me with water, I'm chasing the car and coming to you to theorize. ”

Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then I fell in love with you at first sight, didn't I?" ”

Wen Qiao stiffened his head and said without shame: "It should be." ”

Why is this unspeakable lie being told a second time?

Life is hard.

Looking up at Fu Nanli again, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little meaningful, and Wen Qiao touched his neck uncomfortably: "Okay, why are you asking this?" ”

"After all, I don't have the memory of that moment, you said it once, I forgot, I want to hear you say it again."

Somehow, Wen Qiao's expression on his face always exuded a kind of 'I'll just watch you talk nonsense quietly'.

It should be that she thinks too much, if a person like Fu Nanli really recovers his memory, how can he still need to be with her, with his powerful position, it is just a matter for him to raise his mouth and let her never recover.

At the end of the semester, there is a fixed project for the students, which is to organize students to go to the front of the school's Shaw Building, and each student will go to the rooftop and shout out their wishes for the coming year, or the troubles in life, or anything they want to say.

Today is a freshman shouting from the rooftop.

Lu Youyou took Wen Qiao's arm and pouted: "What are you shouting for a while?" ”

Wen Qiao shrugged: "The folk music department is getting better and better." ”

Lu Youyou pouted: "It's official." ”

"And what are you going to say?"

Lu Youyou smiled: "I hope that in the New Year, I can get rid of the single." ”

It was Xu Lu who was shouting on the rooftop, "I hope that in the new year, I hope I can become the pride of CCTV, and I hope that CCTV will get better and better." ”

There was applause from below.

Xu Lu stood on the rooftop, he could see Wen Qiao and Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan was standing behind, and Wen Qiao was separated by a few people, and his eyes were always on Wen Qiao.

There were so many people at the bottom who applauded her, but none of these people were named Zhuang Yan, so everything was meaningless.

After Xu Lu, a few people went up and thought about their wishes for love.

After all, early love is forbidden in high school, and when you get to college, this shackle is gone, and at the age of twenty, young and beautiful, it is the best time to fall in love.

It was Zhuang Yan's turn, he was wearing a brown-gray checkered horn button coat, like a young master in a European aristocratic school.

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