The nail salon is located in the business district of the university town, and the consumer group is mainly students.

In the Academy of Arts, there are a lot of people who are either rich or noble, and there are naturally many girls like Zhao Yue.

After all, girls who love beauty, which nail art is only the basic.

Zhou Qiao flipped the screen of his mobile phone, and Mingrui's messages were one after another.

Wife, I miss you so much.

Wife, are you done?

Zhou Qiao stared at the phone screen for a while, not paying attention to her is the point.

She was lazy, looked at the time, and Ming Rui was not in class, so she made a video call directly.

I just connected, but it was replaced with a voice call.

Zhou Qiao's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, the phone was put aside, she didn't speak, just waited quietly for Ming Rui.

After a moment of panic, Ming Rui tentatively said: "Wife? ”

Zhou Qiao hummed lazily, and couldn't hear anything unusual.

Ming Rui smiled flatteringly, "Miss me?" ”

At this moment, he is shirtless, and next to him is Song Yi, the school flower of the dance department.

Halfway through the progress was suddenly interrupted, Song Yi's face was not good-looking, she stared at Ming Rui and hung up quickly.

Mingrui's eyebrows furrowed slightly, pulled the quilt, turned to the other side of the bed and lay down, hugged Song Yi's shoulders, and breathed in her ear, causing a shallow evil laugh.

gently, but it fell into Zhou Qiao's ears.

Zhou Qiao's hand flipping the screen paused for a few seconds, and asked expressionlessly, "What's wrong?" Are you not feeling well? ”

Mingrui bit Song Yi's neck, and the beautiful sound stimulated Zhou Qiao's nerves inch by inch.

"Well, I painted all night last night, and I'm a little tired."

Zhou Qiao sighed, clicked on the high-definition photo received more than ten hours ago, and his originally calm mood was now bitter.

Painted overnight?

It should have been done overnight!

Mingrui was worried about Zhou Qiao's suspicions, so he pretended to sigh and said, "Baby, go back and rest when you're done." ”

The concern that came when he opened his mouth made Zhou Qiao sick.

"Okay."

Zhou Qiao smiled.

"I'm hanging."

"Hmm."

Green her, so green and so peaceful. He never called her baby, and today he showed his mouth all at once.

She glanced at the length of the call, a little chilled, how could she not have found such a dog as Ming Rui before!

But Zhou Qiao didn't want to tear his face with Mingrui.

After all, they need each other.

Mingrui's friend Peng Feng's birthday, the party time was set early.

It is said that there is money in the family.

Mingrui needs to get acquainted with this group of people and catch the line to the upper class.

Zhou Qiao understands very well that she is just Mingrui's current springboard.

When he arrived at the meeting place, Zhou Qiao pushed the door and entered.

A private room for KTV.

There is no drunken charm and no ambiguity.

Under the flickering light, Zhou Qiao found Ming Rui at a glance.

Song Yi sat next to him, and he was still wearing the sweatshirt he gave him!

Zhou Qiao endured the fire and did not attack.

Looking at Ming Rui's gaze, there was a hint of coldness.

looked Song Yi up and down again, beautiful appearance, well-proportioned figure, a pure, lustful appearance.

It's just, inside,, angry.

Mingrui pushed Song Yi away and came over to hold Zhou Qiao, "Wife, you're late." ”

As he spoke, he was going to kiss him.

A faint fragrance rushed over, Zhou Qiao tilted her head, and Ming Rui kissed her on the lips. "What's wrong, shy?"

hugged Zhou Qiao in his arms, and did not forget to give Peng Feng a look.

When Mingrui let go of her, Song Yi had already sat in the corner.

Zhou Qiao didn't understand how easy she looked to deceive, and Mingrui fooled her like a fool.

Ming Rui pulled Zhou Qiao to sit down on the other side of the sofa, playing with Zhou Qiao's hand, like a couple in love.

The corners of Zhou Qiao's mouth raised slightly, and his smile was far-fetched.

Peng Feng answered the phone and pushed the door out for a while.

When I came in again, there were five people in the back.

Zhou Qiao squinted, and before he could look carefully, he heard Peng Feng say, "You can come, but you can really give me face." ”

Song Ze snorted, "Jin Gongzi is going to be arrested, traitor." ”

As soon as the words fell, Peng Feng smiled awkwardly. And Zhou Qiao obviously felt that Ming Rui suddenly became stiff, and his heartbeat increased.

She turned her head and pretended to be dazed to look at Ming Rui, "Who to catch?" ”

Ming Rui did not respond.

Zhou Qiao got up, took two steps forward, turned on the light at hand, and had nowhere to hide from embarrassment.

It was only then that she noticed the boy half-leaning against the door.

The black shirt made his skin fairer, the two buttons were not buttoned, the large skin that exposed his neck was cold and abstinent, the sleeves were slightly curled, the elbows were tight and strong, and his whole body exuded an alienated and cold atmosphere.

It turned out to be him!

Zhou Qiao's gaze was very direct, and Ming Rui on the side didn't care about the uneasiness and pulled her.

His gaze was just about to retract, but he looked at Jin Nanzhou.

Sharp as a knife, Zhou Qiao staggered.

She retracted her gaze a little frightened, but heard Song Ze standing on the side taunting her: "Little sister, can't you even look at your boyfriend?" ”

After speaking, Song Ze glared at Ming Rui.

Song Yi in the corner was even more like a pins and needles, from the time she entered the door to the present, Jin Nanzhou didn't even give her a look.

Ming Rui hugged Zhou Qiao tightly and didn't respond.

The appearance of being timid and afraid of things made Song Ze look down on him even more.

Jin Nanzhou allowed Song Ze to create embarrassment, and Zhou Qiao was not suitable for this kind of occasion.

She took a step forward, and Ming Rui let go of her, standing a little scared.

"Let's talk."

She walked in front of Jin Nanzhou and was very depressed.

Jin Nanzhou glanced at her, and his voice was cold: "Who are you talking to me for?" ”