After the meal, the two returned to the office, and Rong Wanqi thought about how to speak.

"Senior, I want to talk about my life ideals." Rong Wanqi pursed her lips.

"Well, you say, I'll listen." Qiao Muqi took her hand and walked to the sofa and sat down.

"Senior, I'm eighteen years old." She whispered. "I'm a college student." She added.

"What's wrong?" Qiao Muqi's voice was puzzled.

"I've grown up, and I have a new vision for life." She raised her head and said heavily, her eyes burning.

Qiao Muqi's heart trembled. Did she grow up? Have a life ideal? What is the new ideal of life? A panic suddenly entangled his heart.

"What is the new ideal of life?" There was crushed ice in his eyes that slowly floated.

"It's a new ideal of life! Rong Wanqi said eagerly.

"The life in the future, the life without him in the future?" He repeated her words slowly.

No, I have my own life plans, and I have planned my life for the next few years after the college entrance examination. Senior, do you want to listen to it? Rong Wanqi suddenly laughed.

"You say." Qiao Mu's jaw tightened, she wanted to speak, and he listened. He wanted to hear how she planned her life for the next few years.

"My biggest dream is to become a photographer in the future. I'll be busy in the future, so this is my last vacation to spend with you in my four years of college. Rong Wanqi's expression was very serious.

"You're not with me during the holidays, we still have a future?" He stared at her and asked.

Rong Wanqi shrank at him with vicious eyes. She had already planned their future, and in the blink of an eye, Rong Wanqi smiled: "How many years will you wait for me?" ”

He looked at her for a while and spit out two words: "Not good." ”

"Don't do that!" Rong Wanqi didn't have the consciousness that the men around her were unhappy, and continued coquettishly: "This is for our future." Rong Wanqi smiled brightly, and felt that the future was really beautiful.

"In a few years, I will come back to accompany you and never leave again!" Rong Wanqi immediately said good things.

Qiao Muqi clenched his hands into fists and looked at her deadly, his voice with a fierce anger: "In a few years? You're going to make me wait for you for a few more years? ”

Years? Rong Wanqi was stunned for a moment.

"I'll do the math, six years, you just wait for me for another six years!" Rong Wanqi replied with a smile on his fingers.

"Six years later, I'll be twenty-four." Rong Wanqi said that it is just the age of work, how good.

"Six years?" Qiao Muqi's chest began to rise and fall. Is she going to wait for her for another six years? He's been waiting for her for five years.

"Six years later, you'll be twenty-four, but I'll be twenty-eight." He suddenly roared.

Rong Wanqi smiled and pursed her lips. What happened to him at twenty-eight? Twenty-eight years old is still young.

"Seven in the evening! Do you want to leave me!? He grabbed her wrist and asked sharply.

"It hurts." Rong Wanqi wrinkled his little face, his strength was really great. Her wrist hurt so much when she scratched it.

"You want you to leave me, don't you!?" Qiao Muqi roared, and the pupils in his narrow eyes began to turn red.

Ever since he met her, his emotions have begun to change unpredictably, and the feeling of gaining and losing has always stayed in his heart.

"No, I just want to make myself worthy, not attached to you." Rong Wanqi opened his mouth to explain.

"I am your dependence, a lifelong dependence." Qiao Muqi stared at her eyes, not letting go of the slightest emotion in her eyes.

Rong Wanqi realized at this moment how daunting a man's domineering behavior was. Talking to a man about ideals is ideals. Talking about ideals with a man who loves him deeply is a reverie.

Rong Wanqi nodded silently, and Qiao Muqi came over and hugged her into his arms.