If You Don't Accept the Confession, Why Are You Crying When I Change My Mind?

Chapter 384 Unbutton, warm and cold hands (please order all!!!)

Take the elevator to the study room on the top floor of the library.

Jiang Zhou rubbed his hands together and looked around.

This is the case in winter, when the palms of the hands are always itchy when entering the room from the outside.

But rubbing will not relieve the itching, it can only be relieved temporarily.

Jiang Zhou took off his coat, put it on his arm and walked in.

After a few laps, he saw Feng Siruo at his old position.

They all sat here for the first few make-up lessons.

Jiang Zhou also reported a couple who kissed in public here.

Now that I think about it, everything seems like yesterday.

But I didn't expect Nima to have final exams in the blink of an eye.

It's starting a company and taking a class again, and a scholar can't stand the toss.

Too much volume, the true meaning of life is really volume.

At the same time, Feng Siruo was holding a white thermos cup.

The slender eyelashes are curled up, and the little nose is twitching.

She has had a cold in the past few days and always has a runny nose.

This is normal, otaku.

The body bones have not been exercised, and the immunity is relatively low.

Like her, it's not normal not to catch a cold when the cold air hits.

Jiang Zhou felt that Feng Siruo at this time was like a rabbit with a runny nose.

Her cheeks were puffed by the temperature in the room, and her bright eyes were fixed on the textbook.

He frowned from time to time, as if he had encountered a problem.

From time to time, he stretched out 293, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This frown and smile attracted a lot of attention from nearby.

Even a few people who looked like academic bullies couldn't eat the book in their hands.

Damn, it's so beautiful in the world, pure desire is unparalleled.

It's the kind of ceiling that you're afraid of never seeing again at a glance.

Just... just like the line in Star Lord's "God of Cookery".

"What if I can't eat such delicious barbecued pork rice in the future?"

Jiang Zhou didn't understand this sentence before.

Damn, can a bowl of rice still feel like parting from life?

But now that I think about it, that should be the highest compliment.

After all, there are a lot of people in Beijing University who call themselves the school beauties.

For example, the junior sister from the Dance Academy, I heard that she can unlock more than 20 poses.

Another example is the sophomore classmates of the School of Media and Communications, who are a group of makeup artists.

There are also law schools and finance schools, each with its own school flower.

But only one person is different, and that is Feng Siruo.

Since the freshman party two years ago, she has always been called the angel of Shangjing.

The key is her estranged, ignorant and innocent temperament.

Snapped--

Jiang Zhou threw his coat on the table and sat next to Feng Siruo.

Then he supported his head with his hands and looked at Feng Siruo's pretty face.

At this time, Feng Siruo's eyes also retracted from the textbook and looked at her cutely.

"I'm going to fail again."

"..."

Feng Siruoqiong wrinkled her nose and pushed the book in front of him: "You learn."

Jiang Zhou pushed the book away again and took her hand: "Don't worry, come here and find a place to warm my hands."

"what?"

"follow me."

Feng Siruo didn't know what he was going to do.

But that's what my boyfriend said.

So she stood up and followed her obediently.

There is a document room opposite the study room.

It contains school newspapers of various eras, as well as backup copies of various famous newspapers in Beijing.

But this place is generally less crowded.

After all, people nowadays don't have the habit of reading newspapers anymore.

Once there is any news in this world, some new media practitioners can't wait to fly it to you and let you watch it.

Therefore, in order to save electricity, this archive room did not even turn on the lights.

Jiang Zhou walked in with Feng Siruo, and there was a rustling sound in the room.

Meanwhile, in the study room.

Ding Yue, who was looking at handsome guys everywhere, returned to her original position, looking a little melancholy.

No handsome guy.

real.

In the huge study room in Shangjing, there is not a single person who is on the side of Shuai.

Don't good-looking people study?

Or she Ding Yue was born with a special physique.

People are all evils do not commit, a hundred poisons do not invade.

Don't commit the crime if you are a handsome man, can't see Baimei?

"Mad……"

Ding Yue went back to the front of the seat, wanting to complain with her best friend.

But when he turned around, he found that Feng Siruo had disappeared.

There is also an open book on the table, and a thermos cup with a screwed lid.

"Hey?"

"Where did this girl go? Could it be Jiang Zhou here?"

Just when she was puzzled.

Jiang Zhou swaggered out of the document room and looked at his palm with a contented expression.

And Feng Siruo followed her carefully, her cheeks flushed.

"Yo, Jiang Da is busy, long time no see?"

Jiang Zhou looked at Ding Yue with a disgusted expression: "Why are you here to be a light bulb again?"

Ding Yue spat at him: "What did you guys just do?"

"It's snowing outside, I'll ask Feng Siruo to warm my hands."

"Warm hands...?"

Ding Yue looked at Feng Siruo: "Siruo, why did your button open again?"

Feng Siruo hesitated: "It's okay, warm your hands..."

"Woc, Jiang Zhou, you are too unhuman!"

"What's wrong with me?"

Ding Yue glared at him: "Your pig's trotters are cold, how can you do this."

Jiang Zhou snorted: "Do you think I'd give it up? My hands were almost warm just now."

"That's almost..."

"Um."

"No, it's almost not enough to be warm, this is a study room, a place to study!"

"Then what did you do just now?"

Ding Yue was choked to death: "I..."

Jiang Zhou looked at her like an idiot: "Who can rely on their face to eat these days, who will rely on their grades? You are still looking for a partner from the study room. Why don't you try it in the women's bathroom?"

"Shut up, I want to study!"

Ding Yue picked up a book by Feng Siruo and began to study hard.

At the same time, Jiang Zhou turned to look at Feng Siruo.

"He's been busy these days, and he didn't have a good meal with you, do you mind?"

Feng Siruo shook his head: "It's okay..."

Jiang Zhou's eyes suddenly became sharp: "That means you no longer look forward to having dinner with me."

"No... no!"

"How is that?"

Feng Siruo raised his eyes in a panic, "I don't mind."

Jiang Zhou narrowed his eyes: "I'm out to make money to support my family, but you don't mind if I don't come back to eat with you?"

"I……"

"ungrateful!"

Feng Siruo bit her lip, and a layer of water vapor gradually rose up in her pure eyes.

Actually, she really wanted to have dinner with Jiang Zhou.

And they can't eat, they have to sleep together and get up together.

But she knew he was very busy recently.

Saying you don't mind doesn't mean you don't expect it, just don't want to disturb him.

As a result, he was murdered again. . . .