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

Chapter 257 I am the white swan, she is the ugly duckling (please order all!!!)

The weather in Beijing is gloomy.

There were thunderstorms in between.

At that time, the light rain continued to fall from the sky.

Wet the grass on the campus.

At the same time, ripples appeared on the lake.

The two held an umbrella and walked towards the teaching building.

However, the umbrella surface of this umbrella is really not big, barely covering two people.

Therefore, most of Feng Siruo's body was held in Jiang Zhou's arms.

Eight O'clock.

After arriving at the classroom building.

Jiang Zhou took out a towel and gently wiped Feng Siruo's long hair.

"Strange, I'm obviously paying attention, why are you still getting wet?"

"do not know……"

"Does even Lord Long think you are cute?"

Feng Siruo was so happy when he heard what he said.

Then he looked at him quietly, and even his cheeks were dizzy with a blush.

Found it raining this morning.

Feng Siruo happily shared the good news with Ding Yue.

But Ding Yue felt very strange.

Rainy days are good, but having to get up early for class is bad.

Why is Feng Siruo so happy?

Hearing this question, Feng Daimeng was also stunned.

She remembered that she didn't like rainy days before.

But at this moment, Feng Siruo seemed to understand a little.

It turned out that he liked the rain because of him.

Because it's raining, Jiang Zhou will come to pick her up.

He gently hugged her with his arms, for fear that she would be splashed by the cold rain.

However, every time Feng Siruo... took advantage of the rain when he wasn't paying attention.

This way her hair is wet, and she will be rewarded by Jiang Zhou rubbing her hair.

This kind of thing comes at the expense of health.

It's true that only stupid and cute girls in love can do it.

"Okay, it's done."

"thanks."

Feng Siruo shook his head, shook his messy hair, and whispered.

At the same time, Jiang Zhou looked up at the time.

The first class in the morning should be at 8:30.

It's only 7:40, and they are obviously early.

Jiang Zhou couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and began to make a small calculation in his heart.

"Si Ruo."

Feng Siruo raised his head: "Huh?"

Jiang Zhou took her hand: "go, go out with me."

"Where are you going?"

"Go to a fun place."

"But... it's time for class."

Jiang Zhou didn't answer her, and took her directly into the classroom to the fire exit.

Before Feng Daimeng could react, he was pushed into the corner.

Immediately afterwards, her cute little mouth was sealed.

"Well……"

Feng Siruo's eyes widened in fright, and his slender legs kicked.

But not long after, she hummed and closed her eyes gently.

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Zhou was relieved.

"Call husband."

"don't want……"

Jiang Zhou pinched her little face: "when are you going to call?"

Feng Siruo gasped: "I... I won't call."

"Then you're done."

"Well……"

Soon, the school bell rang.

One after another, students entered the classroom.

College life is inherently lazy.

Plus it happens to be raining today.

So many people come to class on the spot.

After Ding Yue came to the classroom, she found that Jiang Zhou and Feng Siruo were both absent, her eyes were a little blank.

She remembered that Jiang Zhou picked up Feng Siruo early in the morning.

Why have I been here for more than ten minutes and haven't seen them yet?

Did you skip class again?

This bastard is always teaching his girlfriends bad.

If it goes on like this, they won't get passing grades for their attendance.

Ding Yue took out her mobile phone, ready to warn Jiang Zhou.

Unexpectedly, the two entered the classroom before they started typing.

Feng Siruo's little face blushed.

But her little mouth was redder than her cheeks.

"What are you doing? Didn't you come a long time ago?"

Ding Yue's face was full of question marks: "I thought you guys skipped class again."

Jiang Zhou sat down, a little helpless: "Children, don't ask about adults all day, okay?"

"adult……"

Ding Yue looked at Feng Siruo's mouth and suddenly widened her eyes: "Damn it, you are too much!"

Jiang Zhou didn't understand: "What's wrong with this? She's my wife."

"That won't work either, can you be gentle with Feng Siruo!"

"I love her so much, of course I'm gentle."

Feng Siruo was angrily, his eyes filled with grievances.

She felt that Jiang Zhou was really bad.

In the future, you must step on it, and definitely not come early.

Soon, the first class started.

Jiang Zhou was drowsy and couldn't help lying on the table.

At this time, it was still raining outside the window.

And it's a little bigger than when it came in the morning.

In a daze, Jiang Zhou felt as if someone was filming him

Don't ask, it must be Huang Qi.

The sleeper is late again.

People came at the time of class, she came at the time of get out of class.

This girl, shouldn't the college entrance examination result be bought?

Jiang Zhou forced himself to straighten up and turned his head to look behind.

Huang Qi's hair was wet from the rain, and her clothes were damp.

"Where's your umbrella?"

Huang Qi looked like she was about to cry: "Last time I went to the city to play in the rain, and I lost it."

Jiang Zhou held his forehead: "Is there anything else you won't lose?"

"I didn't lose myself."

Jiang Zhou took out the towel and moved a seat back secretly.

Then he undid his ponytail and wiped her hair.

This girl is more drenched than Feng Siruo.

Clothes can even wring out water.

"Usually I'm late in good weather, but now I can't hide from bad weather, right?"

"Don't scold me, I'll get up early in the future."

"Bullshit, I've heard your words not a hundred times, but ninety-nine times."

Huang Qi looked depressed: "The one who invented getting up should really be hanged on a cross and grilled."

Jiang Zhou couldn't help laughing: "You should blame the person who invented the school."

"Makes sense..."

Just as he was talking, Feng Siruo suddenly turned his head.

She handed over her water glass and asked Huang Qi to drink.

"Thank you, classmate Feng."

"You're welcome……"

Huang Qi's eyes looked at her: "Hey, why did you lose one of the six buttons of your shirt?"

Feng Siruo glanced at Jiang Zhou, and his face was full of grievance: "I was... ripped off by him..."

"..."

After the class at noon, Jiang Zhou received a call from Feng Yue.

Now the promotion of Jumei Youpin is completely close to saturation.

They were going to listen to Jiang Zhou and make an ingenious promotional video.

In order to ensure the effect, Feng Yue invited Jiang Zhou to do on-site guidance.

Because everyone knows that Jiang Zhou is not just a businessman.

He is also the screenwriter of I am not the god of medicine.

Therefore, Feng Yue believes that his shots must be very good.

It was raining anyway, and there was nothing to do at school.

Jiang Zhou readily agreed, and drove away.

At that time, at the door of the Fit Building.

Several young girls in uniform are standing downstairs.

They raised their heads slightly, as if waiting for someone.