Song Fusheng is now completely a high-class world-weary face, and even his long eyelashes are telling a strong dissatisfaction with being disturbed at the moment. He looked at Yun Jiaoran condescendingly, and his cold tone did not fluctuate. "You know I never drink pure milk."

"Then why did you grow so tall? I thought you drank pure milk to grow so tall. Yun Jiaoran pretended to be surprised and said.

All right. It's a terrible bad joke. Who made Song Fusheng have no reaction at all. Yun Jiaoran has always wanted to make Song Fusheng laugh, but today also failed.

"If you're okay, give me back my books. Then、Disappear。 Song Fusheng stretched out his hand and motioned for her to bring the book.

The entire class and even the entire Zilin No. 1 Middle School dared to appear in front of him so arrogantly. What's even more speechless is that he still can't hate her, even though he doesn't like her. Song Fusheng didn't delve into the reason, after all, he wasn't interested in her at all.

"Song Fusheng. I just went to the communication room to pick up the letter. You know what? Yun Jiaoran originally thought that this would arouse his taste, but he was still unmoved. Yun Jiaoran put the book in Song Fusheng's hand, swallowed his saliva and continued, "I didn't get my own letter, but I have your SF Express." Yun Jiaoran raised her right hand, but she didn't mean to Song Fusheng.

Song Fusheng glanced at the envelope, "Give it to me." ”

"Don't give. Unless you tell me what's in it? I just saw that the sender is Qingqian Magazine. Are you writing a novel? Yun Jiaoran lowered her voice a little and approached Song Fusheng's face. Song Fusheng dodged Yun Jiaoran again and again, and took advantage of his long arm and took the envelope in Yun Jiaoran's hand.

"It's none of your business."

"Cut~ What's strange, I'll know sooner or later."

Yun Jiaoran stood up straight, looked at the back of Song Fusheng leaving with the envelope, and said unwillingly. What she wants to do is always do what she says she will do. Song Fusheng is indeed difficult to do, but because of the difficulty, there is a sense of achievement.

Yun Jiaoran will never give up.

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Shen Qingjia, who was still lamenting that Wen Zi would not come to harass him again in the last class, was now completely slapped in the face by himself. She didn't like the law of true fragrance, not at all.

Remember.

In the winter of the sixth grade of primary school, a group of little girls looked better on the balcony than whose hands were better, and Shen Qingjia was also on the list. Shen Qingjia's hands are white and fat, and she is very good-looking, at least she thinks so. The playground was covered with snow. I don't know who suddenly talked about chilblains, and another classmate said that he also had chilblains, which was itchy and painful, and it was very uncomfortable. Shen Qingjia innocently stretched out her jade hand and said, My hands never have frostbite. That's when the tragedy began! The following winter was still bitterly cold, and it seemed to be a little colder than the previous year. The point is that Shen Qingjia's hands actually had frostbite!! Shen Qingjia couldn't believe his eyes. But the bun hands reminded her that truth is louder than anything. She really had chilblains, and she had a winter attack for the past two years.

Although my mother said that it was because the weather was getting colder every year, she didn't do a good job of keeping warm. Shen Qingjia didn't believe it at all, obviously because he was ashamed of his outrageous words at that time, he must have been punished.

"Squad leader. Long time no see. I haven't been waiting for you on the road lately, have you not been used to it? Wen Zi's evil face appeared in front of him again.

Shen Qingjia withdrew the kite line of memory, as if facing a great enemy.

"Not at all. I want you to continue to distance yourself from me. ”