C345 Caprice

In the ancient times, this kind of woman was known as "a scammer". When Ye Yuni looked at Zhu Zhu, her eyes would carry a trace of innate sympathy and an attitude of watching as she looked at Zhu Zhu's life.

Even though Zhu Zhu's conditions were not worse than Ye Yuni's, she had a heart full of artistic talent, with a bright and beautiful appearance that all the girls were envious of, but it was hard to know how the invisible scale in Ye Yuni's heart tilted.

But then again, they were still able to get together after disappearing for more than a month. Ann Qianxi meeting Chi Shaojun again was truly a happy thing.

An endless stream of green giant energy of happiness, just like the energy in Jia Wanrou at the moment, is our chubby, Jia Zero plus Jia Wanrou's most adorable part, even though she doesn't know anything about her own loveliness, or rather, she doesn't know anything except about a certain handsome guy with a clear goal.

In Ann Qianxi's life, Jia Wanrou played the role of a subversive character. Because she could always speak astonishingly, or even create a sentence that ordinary people could not understand, her thick and strange train of thought made people feel as if Jia Wanrou had come from another planet.

For example, during the twelfth grade art festival, Ye Yuni and Zhu Zhu were wearing a JK uniform and performing a youthful and beautiful dance on the stage. At the end of the event, Jia Wanrou would bravely rush over from the backstage, and her perfectly round shoulders would even almost knock Ann Qianxi, who was walking towards Ye Yuni and Zhu Zhu with flowers in her hands, over.

Hugging Ye Yuni and Zhu Zhu like long-lost sisters, Jia Wanrou excitedly said, "Wa, Yuni, and Zhu Zhu, you guys were really awesome earlier. You guys were jumping around just now and let the boys in the first row of the student union see your white underwear, it's really a beautiful scenery!"

Ye Yuni and Zhu Zhu held their foreheads, while Jia Wanrou's mouth continued to bounce like popcorn, "Also, why are all of you wearing white underwear, do you want to buy one for free?" "Oh, no, I feel that they are as pure as …" Jia Wanrou rolled her eyes as she searched for that phrase, "Why did you sing that song? Let's swing the oars. A beautiful white tower is reflected in the water, just like a beautiful white tower is reflected in the water. "

Ye Yuni and Zhu Zhu had the same question mark on their faces. This kind of unbelievable adjective reverberated throughout the empty stage, "Your white underwear is like water …" Reflected in … Beautiful... Bai … White Tower … White Tower … "Tower …"

Of course, Jia Wanrou didn't know that Ye Yuni and Zhu Zhu had already spread the word through the entire performance hall.

The whole school knew that the two goddesses were wearing white underwear and buying one for each of them. Furthermore, the scenery they left behind after performing was the reflection of the beautiful white pagoda in the water.

After that day, Zhu Zhu took a three-day leave of absence for her art class and Ye Yuni had to wear a mask to attend class because she couldn't miss out on the economics theory taught by a foreign professor.

Especially in the university English public elective class, the white cover of the book, whenever the English literature department's Ann Qianxi, will open the book, will hear the surrounding students laugh, "Look, this book, must buy one free." The other students immediately followed up, "I think the cover of this book is very good, just like how the water reflects the beautiful white tower …"

There were so many little incidents like this in life, and then there was Jia Wanrou's new boyfriend, the one who had agreed to Jia Wanrou's request after her last encounter with the green giant, even though Ann Qianxi was a little taken aback by it.

Now, Jia Wanrou suddenly had a strange thought. She took out the clothes in her closet one by one and put them on. This huge cotton ball of various colors would ask Ye Yuni how this one looked, then ask Zhu Zhu if it was suitable for a date, or look at Ann Qianxi's eyes.

In Ann Qianxi's eyes, Jia Wanrou's clothes didn't really have much of a difference. It was nothing more than different coloured gowns — or jerseys. This feeling wasn't that she was dating a boy, but that she was acting like … Like playing ball.

When she closed her eyes, Ann Qianxi imagined a woman with a thick arm and a badminton racket, going out on a date.

Zhu Zhu was a good-natured person. She would tell Jia Wanrou about the girl's "dating experience" in such a euphemistic manner, but Ye Yuni wasn't as polite. She picked up a huge ball shirt and asked Jia Wanrou, "Rou Rou, what's this? A fiendish shield? "

For example, when Jia Wanrou ran downstairs, she hugged her thin shoulders and said, "Oh no, did I get dizzy from drinking too much or was there an earthquake? Why do I feel like there was an earthquake?"

Ye Yuni raised her slender fingers and held her forehead. She glanced up and mumbled, "Hur Hur Hur Hur, that's Jia Wanrou downstairs."

"..."

Ann Qianxi, on the other hand, had somehow connected her life from a broken point with the past and the future in a clever way. In short, she had miraculously survived what she thought was an imminent death and achieved the success of the operation.

Although Ann Qianxi was no longer in danger of living, it was not a guarantee that she would survive. When would she recover from her illness, when would she undergo chemotherapy, and when would her beautiful face turn haggard and haggard. All of this was unknown.

The most important thing right now was how to explain her departure without any reason to Ann Dong'er and Chi Shaojun, and how would Chi Shaojun misunderstand that Ann Qianxi was the kind of person who would abandon her son, which was what she was most worried about.

Now Ye Yuni's mood was the same as the coffee she was carrying, going into the CEO's office, the secretary's nervous little face, but before she thought about these complicated things, let her get drunk first, like an ancient poet, willful once, with wine in the river, poetry on the ground, a drop in the ocean.

On the other side of the sofa, Zhu Zhu was already supporting her forehead with her hand as she tilted down on the sofa. If there was a handsome young man accompanying Zhu Zhu right now, she would definitely be considered quite a nice girl, but of course, Zhu Zhu was tall and thin, and couldn't be described as just a cute girl.

In any case, the girl was beautiful, and now Ye Yuni was smiling in the dim light, her dark eyes sparkling like a snake spitting its tongue, a combination of evil and noble demons and angels.