Xie Chao sighed, looked up and said, "President, you're done,"

Jiang Lianyan raised his eyebrows, "Provoking me? ”

Xie Chao just looked at him and shook his head, and finally sighed deeply,

Jiang Yanyan was about to kick him, when he saw Zhou Moruo running over,

She slowed down and jogged over, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, "Jiang Yanyan? Why are you here? ”

Jiang Lianyan handed her the clothes and handed her another tissue, "Come and supervise your training,"

Zhou Moruo was stunned for a second when he saw his clothes, and then took it, "Thank you,"

Jiang Yanyan hooked his lips, "This seems to be the first time I've heard you say thank you,"

Zhou Moruo hooked the hair band on his wrist to tie his hair, and wiped his forehead with the tissue, "So what?" ”

Jiang Jian said, "So I'm a little flattered,"

Zhou Moruo glanced at the smile on his lips, "Did the president encounter anything good today?" ”

Xie Chao thought to himself, is it a good thing to succeed in pitting you?

He stretched out his hand and put his hand on Jiang Yanyan's shoulder, "The eldest of my family got the confession of the junior sister today, and I am very happy,"

Jiang Yanyan glanced at him sideways,

Zhou Moruo's movements in her hand paused, and after a while, she put on her coat, "I'll go back first," she said and turned around to leave.

"Wait," Jiang Yanyan stopped her, Zhou Moruo turned her head sideways, and half of her face was a little cold under the moonlight.

He frowned slightly and looked at her carefully, "Your shoelaces are open,"

Zhou Moruo didn't speak, lowered his head and silently tied his shoelaces, got up and left,

Jiang Lianyan turned his head and said, "Why is she angry?" ”

Xie Chao was stunned for a moment, "Is there one?" I didn't see it,"

Jiang Lianyan sighed, "It's really a changeable mood,"

Xie Chao patted him on the shoulder, "Women are like this, it's good to get used to it,"

Jiang Lianyan turned his head, "Really?" But I think she's not the same as the other ...... Women, it's not the same,"

Xie Chao laughed, "It's as if you understand women very well, have you ever said more than ten words to women?" ”

Jiang Jian said, "Yes, Zhou Moruo,"

Xie Chao breathed a sigh of relief, but this guy subconsciously regarded Zhou Moruo as a woman, he said, "Except for Zhou Moruo,"

Jiang Yanyan was silent for a while, "Does my mother count?" ”

Xie Chao, "......"

Before school ended, Zhou Moruo went back to the classroom alone, there was no one in the front and back rows, she took off her coat and lay on the desk.

The early autumn has passed, the sycamore tree outside the window has slowly dropped its leaves, Zhou Moruo stared at a leaf slowly falling to the ground, she closed her eyes,

Jiang Lianyan didn't refute, is it the girl surnamed Kong? Confess to him, and he accepts?

She closed her eyes and touched the piece of paper in her pocket, and after touching it for a long time, there was nothing.

Zhou Moruo opened her eyes violently, she pulled it over and over again, and shook it vigorously, but it still didn't,

She was dumbfounded,

Jiang Lianyan sat on the lawn to watch people train, Xie Chao ran around and came back, "Boss, let's go back, we have to check for a while,"

Jiang Lianyan was about to stand up, but Leng Buding saw a piece of white paper under his shoe, folded it neatly, he reached out and picked it up, and carried it to the trash can.

Xie Chao took a breath and walked over and saw the white paper in his hand, "What is that, who wrote you a love letter?" ”

Jiang Lianyan said, "garbage," said to throw it into the trash can,

"The garbage is so neat," Xie Chao said, "Don't throw it away, maybe someone accidentally dropped it, notes or something,"

Jiang Lianyan retracted his hand, thought about it, and opened the paper,

Xie Chao leaned over curiously, "Is there a word?" ”

"Yes," Jiang Lianyan walked to the street lamp at the door, and the four big characters with clear handwriting jumped on the paper,

Xie Chao's eyes widened, "It's really a love letter,...... But it's pretty good,"

This trace is atmospheric and sharp, which makes Jiang Lianyan feel some familiarity for no reason,