Poverty limits her imagination.

A down-and-out rich second generation has lived like this.

She was ashamed of her previous life.

Because the environment is comfortable, the bed is comfortable, and I slept when I came back from the cold, and even forgot to adjust the alarm clock.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

There was a sudden knock on the door in his ears, and Liang Qian pulled the quilt to cover himself and continued to sleep.

"Knock knock knock ......"

The knock on the door continued, very rhythmically, although Liang Qian was knocked at first, but because he was too sleepy.

I actually listened to this rhythmic knock on the door and fell asleep again.

Huo Yuan at the door frowned slightly, he was usually a late king, but he remembered his future wife's serious study energy.

He decided not to go to the company to accompany her to school first, although it was only seven or eight minutes away.

But in the future, he will not be in the same school as her, and the time spent with her will definitely not be as much as now.

I don't think he's already cleaned up, and the girl in the house hasn't reacted yet.

Liang Qian really slept too soundly, this place is too suitable for sleeping.

Huo Yuan glanced at the time, it was already a few minutes past seven.

He knocked on the door again, between his obsessive-compulsive disorder, the knocking sound was rhythmic, and even, even the sound was about the same, how could it be so noisy.

Finally, he pushed the door open with some reluctance.

Liang Qian didn't lock the door, after all, in her opinion, this place is so safe that there is no need to lock the door.

When Huo Yuan came in, he looked at the pink bed, a small figure curled up together, sleeping like a little fragrant pig.

Approached, looking at her red lips, there was still a shiny hara.

But it made him laugh.

He looked at her delicate nose and unconsciously reached out to wipe her dry.

By the way, after rubbing her red lips, he looked at her delicate little nose.

Unconsciously reaching out and pinching her nose.

I have some difficulty breathing in my sleep.

What he suddenly saw was Huo Yuan's enlarged military face.

She didn't react for a moment, blinked, and blinked.

I felt that the boy in front of me was handsome.

Dim little eyes stared at him blankly

"Song Qing, I'm going to be late."

Huo Yuan's somewhat malicious voice suddenly sounded, and Liang Qian reacted for a moment.

In an instant, it was like a fox with a burned tail, and one jumped up.

Ahh......hh

It's over......

If she's late, Sun Xiang's demon......

Huo Yuan turned his head, not wanting to look at Liang Qian, and after Liang Qian jumped up, he saw Huo Yuan's reaction.

looked down blankly, looking at her big T-shirt that could cover the roots of her thighs, and her face instantly turned red.

So......

Just now she jumped up, and he saw it all?

Whoop......

Is she shameless?

Why is he in her room?

"It's 7:10 a.m."

Cool and shallow......

I got up quickly, ran to the dressing room, put on my clothes quickly, and washed up quickly.

"Let's go, I'm going to be late."

Huo Yuan looked at Liang Qian, and then looked at the time.

Seven is over fifteen, so, what kind of devilish speed is her speed?

Huo Yuan thought of him who got up at half past six. So, is Song Qing still a woman?

"Song Qing, your hair is not combed?"

Huo Yuan looked at Liang Qian's messy hair.

Liang Qian picked up his schoolbag and grabbed it messily.

The man had already arrived at the door.

Huo Yuan......

Secretly poked and poked behind her, holding a comb from the cool dresser.

looked at Liang Qian's still somewhat messy hair, ready to move.

Alas, it's really heartbreaking......