Qian Yiyi was lying on the sofa in the living room, rarely in a hurry.
It's not that her consciousness has been lowered, she is still the simple girl with the stage name Qian Duoduo!
The main reason is that after returning home from lunch, Qian Yiyi sat in the living room, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became!
Zheng Xin is very beautiful and has a good temperament.
Zhao Jiahaoying is handsome and outstanding.
The two are a good match.
All aspects are very good.
However, every time she thinks of how well the two of them stand together at noon, she feels angry.
What made her angrier the more she thought about it was that she was actually annoyed at the thought of the two being a good match! ! !
She is impure!
She is not the Qian Yiyi who worked hard for the little milk dog anymore!
She is actually obsessed with beauty!
At the same time, Qian Yiyi was very wronged!
She obviously didn't provoke Zhao Jiahao, and even took the initiative to avoid it.
It's this guy who gets up by himself!
Today, after teasing people in the car at noon, I will meet Zheng Xin for her after dinner!
Even more angry!
Qian Yiyi knew that Zhao Jiahao was not an ordinary college student, nor was she the perfect match for a milk dog that she initially wanted to settle for.
But she had to admit that when Zhao Jiahao murmured in front of her, her heart was moved.
"Why."
Qian Yiyi sighed, either restraining her frenzied heart, or directly hide Zhao Jiahao's golden house with her wealth.
She spent the whole afternoon convincing that heart that was about to move, but the effect was not very good.
So she was thinking about a possibility, that is, how rich she was in order to support Zhao Jiahao.
Zhao Jiahao as a little milk dog!
Breaking her fingers, Qian Yiyi swiped and swiped her purse, she was depressed!
After repaying this month's mortgage, the remaining balance in her bank card is 1423.92 yuan.
There are zeros and wholes, which is really good!
When her heart is out of control, her pockets are very strong!
Boom boom boom!
The poor sound insulation of the old building allowed Qian Yiyi to clearly hear the footsteps coming from the corridor.
Boom boom boom!
The voice stopped at her door.
Later, the sound of the key opening the door followed.
Qian Yiyi pricked up her ears, waiting for the sound of closing the door.
Before the voice came, Qian Yiyi rolled his eyes.
Zhao Jiahao's movements are really slow.
Before she could finish complaining, there was a knock on her door.
Qian Yiyi pretended to be dead, so she found out.
The more she contacts Zhao Jiahao, the more abnormal she becomes!
Zhao Jiahao stood outside the door and knocked on it with great patience.
After knocking for a long time, there was no response from the door.
Zhao Jiahao licked his lips, and continued to knock on the door again and again, as if he would not give up if he couldn't knock the door open.
Qian Yiyi was lying on the sofa, listening to the sound of knocking on the door and the sound of her heartbeat gradually overlapping, she was upset!
Turning over and sitting up, Qian Yiyi said to herself: "Zhao Jiahao must be crazy!"
After waiting for a while, the knocking on the door continued.
Qian Yiyi opened the door, squinted her eyes and said, "Knock, knock, knock! What's there to knock!"
Zhao Jiahao withdrew his hand hanging in the air.
Qian Yiyi's hair was in a mess, and her clothes were still the same one at noon.
Zhao Jiahao stretched out his hand to support his glasses, and said, "I want to see you."
Qian Yiyi's narrowed eyes gradually widened.
"Why don't you change your clothes and lie down?" Zhao Jiahao naturally stretched out his hand to help Qian Yiyi smooth his hair: "When you go to bed at night, change the sheets, it's windy outside today."
Qian Yiyi took a step back: "Zhao Jiahao! If you have something to say, don't bother me."
If it weren't for Qian Yiyi's flushed face, these words would still be very powerful.
Zhao Jiahao withdrew his hand, his tone obviously tinged with grievance: "Then I won't quarrel with you next time."
The face became more ruddy, Qian Yiyi pursed her lips, turned and walked back to the living room.
"Remember to close the door after reading!"
Zhao Jiahao let out a low laugh, turned around and closed the door of his own house, and walked into Qian Yiyi's house. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com