Chapter 850: President, He's a Voice Transmitter! 67

"Huh."

Faced with such an accusation, Qiao Sirui laughed like this, and used the mockery in his tone to tell Chu Ci that he was not.

But it is.

Chu Ci squinted his eyes with a smile, tugged at the corner of Qiao Sirui's clothes, pulled it slightly, and shook it again, "That's my daily politeness." ”

This person is usually polite when he gets along with others, although he is arrogant and arrogant inside, but in fact, as long as he doesn't provoke him, he can really be called a good young man, and naturally he understands this truth.

But the problem is that this person really doesn't like what Zhang Yu looks at, and he doesn't intend to apply his daily politeness and respect to that person, so he snorted with his nose and didn't want to speak anymore.

But when Chu Ci let go of the hand that was pulling his cuffs, his steps stopped, and those dark eyes looked at Chu Ci so faintly.

Chu Ci also looked at him like this, and when he spoke, after a long time, he heard him finally speak, "Hold on." ”

Dragging? Hold onto what?

Chu Ci blinked his eyes, and when he glanced at his slightly raised cuffs, this was the reaction to what this person said.

Following the thoughts of the big guy who was still angry, he grabbed Qiao Sirui's cuffs with his hand, and gave a shake by the way.

'Josley Love +4, currently 80. ’

The soft-looking little girl tilted her head and asked him with a smile, "Senior brother, are you tsundere?" ”

I obviously like it tightly, but I don't say it, I still look like I'm angry, and I want her to continue to pull her sleeves.

Tsundere ghost.

Qiao Sirui laughed, looked at the hand that Chu Ci was holding on to his cuff, and shook the canvas bag he was carrying in his other hand back slightly, so that the strap of the canvas bag hung on his elbow.

To be honest, it is enough for such a big man to carry such a canvas bag, and it is even more strange to carry it in the crook of his arm at this moment, but this person doesn't feel that there is anything wrong at all, so he raised his hand and used his free hand to directly cover the lower half of Chu Ci's face.

The fingertips were slightly forced, and the corners of the lips of Chu Ci who were pinched were slightly pursed, and the pink and soft lips like flower petals rubbed slightly in his palm, watching the little girl raise her hand to scratch people, Qiao Sirui was in a better mood.

Before Chu Ci spoke, he spoke, "There is a newly opened shop outside, and Liang Jiuzhou said that it tastes good, do you want to try it." ”

Sure enough, at the mention of food, the little girl's eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded her little head, but she hesitated a little, "But it's going to take a long time to go out at this time, right?" ”

Qiao Sirui bent the corners of his lips suddenly, bringing out a smile that covered a bit of complicated taste, and he didn't know what bad idea he was playing, "I know a shortcut, follow me this way." ”

Shortcut?

Chu Ci suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart, and was carried by Qiao Sirui to a relatively quiet wall on the side of the school, this wall is really a little incompatible with the temperament of Beijing University, as if the buildings were demolished before and stayed here.

With the mottled history of the years, this wall is not very high, plus there are daily patrols here, and the student dormitory building has a separate specially built courtyard, so this somewhat dilapidated wall is also preserved.