Fu Tingchuan's message was sent quickly, obviously waiting for Song Nana's reply.

Song Nana looked at the word "positioning" on it, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

In the original book, Fu Tingchuan was not so tolerant of the original owner, he never paid attention to the affairs of the original owner, and only put the original owner in his villa, and the golden house was hidden for a few months.

For a long time, the original owner was a recognized stand-in for those friends around Fu Tingchuan.

So when Xie Qinghan returned to China, the original owner was directly sent from heaven to hell.

And the original owner is worthy of being recognized as a "beautiful idiot", after being substituted, she thought that she was true love, but she was left behind without hesitation.

Miserable.

The worst of the worst.

Song Nana chewed the ribs in a small bite, and spit out the bones again, and her movements were very delicate.

Then she replied slowly.

Song Nana: This is not very good, right?

[WeChat] Fu Tingchuan: Positioning

Song Nana: "......"

She smiled.

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The moment he received the positioning, the frost in Fu Tingchuan's eyes instantly melted, and he drove in from the southeast gate according to the positioning.

There are several gates of Beijing University that only walk people without cars, or only walk cars without people, and the southeast gate is the entrance of Beijing University's tourists, and you can enter after registration.

The black Maybach drove past the campus, and then slowly stopped next to the cafeteria where Song Nana was located.

There is just a parking lot here.

Fu Tingchuan didn't get out of the car, watching the people coming and going nearby, he unbuckled his seat belt, and the street lights in the school at this point had been turned on.

It was already a little dark, and his eyes were half-closed, and a pair of narrow cold eyes under his thick eyelashes were as dark and deep as an ancient well, and his half-bright and half-dark face was particularly attractive at this moment.

Song Nana's mobile phone lit up again.

Fu Tingchuan: I've arrived

Song Nana slowly ate the last rib, then pulled out a piece of paper and wiped her hands carefully, and then brought the plate to the cutlery recycling point.

The night breeze in October was still a little provocative, and Song Nana's steps were very light, and there was a smile in her eyes, as if reflecting a bright starry sky.

It's hard to look away.

The little girl was carrying a canvas bag, which still contained books and notes from the previous class, and she would have to go back to the dormitory to get the next class later.

Fu Tingchuan's car was easy to recognize, Song Nanai knocked on the window gently, and the window was quickly lowered, revealing Fu Tingchuan's cold face.

Song Nanai didn't seem to see it, she lied coquettishly: "I told my brother that I have a full class today, and I have to go to the dormitory to change books later, why don't my brother say hello when he comes over!" ”

"I said hello yesterday."

Fu Tingchuan's tone was light, but when he looked at Song Nana, his eyes were a little gentle, "Get in the car and send you to the dormitory." ”

Song Nana's cat-like round eyes were bent in an instant, her crimson lips were curled, dyed with a thick smile, and the little girl said softly: "Thank you, brother." ”

It didn't take three minutes to drive to the dormitory building, and after the car stopped, Song Nanai stretched out her hand and tentatively hooked Fu Tingchuan's sleeve.

Fu Tingchuan is still wearing a black suit today, Song Nanai looked at him, her wet eyes were like the Milky Way falling, and she curled her eyebrows:

"Then I'll go up and get the book, can my brother wait for me down there for two minutes?"

The little girl's tone was soft, coquettish, and a little seductive, which made it impossible to refuse.

Fu Tingchuan nodded lightly.

But when the little girl got out of the car, Fu Tingchuan's eyes fell on her without blinking.

Gently turning the beads, the smell of sandalwood is calming.