Xia Ling has been churning in the past half a year, and he has directly rushed to the rich class.

Of course, at school, she is still very low-key.

I worked as a designer for a large garment factory, and I wanted to wear whatever clothes I wanted, and I went directly to the board, and the garment factory would mass produce them.

However, each time she would keep one or two styles for herself to wear, so that the garment factory would delay the listing.

*

By the time she was in the second semester of her freshman year.

The whole C-University has spread all over the world.

Among the freshmen of this year's class, there is a man named Mei Qian, whose family is very rich and maybe has a mine?

Living in a villa outside near C University, the clothes are worth a lot of money.

Every time the clothes on her body are the most expensive brand of Manyishi in City C, and they are all new models that have not been listed.

Every time she wore it, it didn't take long for Manyishi to be on the market.

*

Li Qing didn't care about these gossips among girls.

However, Mei Qian's name as the school flower is too hot.

When the freshman and sophomore year held a joint party, his roommate pulled him and poked and pointed at him.

"Li Qing, President Li, look! That's the shallow freshman school flower. ”

"You usually run back and forth between the student council and the teacher's office, and you don't even pay attention, do you? Tsk, this plum shallow...... It's beautiful! It's a pity, I heard that the beautiful woman has a master, and it has been ...... Hey, Li Qing, where are you going? ”

The roommate's words were not finished.

Li Qing had already walked towards the girl in the plaid skirt.

The long green hair was scattered around the girl's waist, and her back was slender.

Judging from the back, I can already think that she will be a beautiful girl, and she is very familiar.

Li Qing held her breath a little and approached.

When he walked up to her, that familiar and delicate face really appeared in front of him.

"Mei Qian, it's really you!"

Looking at her deeply, Li Qing's eyes reflected the appearance of a girl.

With long hair like a waterfall, she wears a blue and white plain fine checkered skirt, which seems to be tailor-made for girls.

She has a fair complexion and delicate eyebrows.

When I looked at him, the light in his eyes moved slightly, like a dark ripple.

Then, he took two steps back lightly and distanced himself from him.

"Senior Li, what a coincidence."

Xia Ling looked at Li Qing.

Her smile was polite and distant.

*

But looking at her, Li Qing's expression was so complicated.

"Mei Qian, I didn't expect that you would also reach C University."

Originally, he felt that people who were not from the same world as him and who had been abandoned by him actually appeared in the same university.

Li Qing knew that Mei Qian's talent in learning was just ordinary, otherwise he would not have taken the vocational college exam last year.

But he didn't expect that this year, she would be able to reach his current height through hard work.

*

"Mei Qian, do you know Senior Li?" Roommate amazed.

Li Qing was born handsome, and he was also gentle and quiet.

Usually do things in the student union, won the attention of the teacher, and soon after arriving at the school, he showed the limelight, and showed the limelight in a mathematics weekly magazine in C city and published a paper.

In the school, there has always been a quota for exchanges with the United States, and everyone said privately that when Li Qing reached his senior year, he couldn't run away from this quota.

It's just that such a popular figure would actually know a freshman freshman, as if he had known each other before?

Looking at this scene, anyone will think a lot in their hearts.

Xia Ling faintly: "I know." Senior Li used to go to the countryside in our village to be an educated youth, and he helped me make up for my junior high school courses. ”

At that time, the relationship between Mei Qian and Li Qing was ambiguous. In the name of the problem, I don't know how many feelings are hidden.