The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

Chapter 259 The Most Naive, Stupid and Hurtful Weapon

Min Lu thought simply, but she never thought that once she entered Tianshu, as a betrayer who took the college entrance examination for Yuheng, she would receive a lot of cold eyes in Tianshu Academy, and Tianshu's teacher would definitely not teach her wholeheartedly. she.

Perhaps if these words are told to Min Lu, she will only feel that she thinks too much.

But human nature has always been so unpredictable, there is no worst, only worse.

"The most naive and stupid, the origin is also the most wounding weapon."

Hua Wei heard the meaning of Meng Yu's words, and did not interfere with her choice too much. This light exclamation was like misty smoke, which was blown by the breeze and dispersed into the air.

"Someone is willing to protect her innocence, which is actually quite enviable."

It's a pity that her innocence was burned out in the fire four years ago.

The sun elongated the figures of the two, and the slanting warm sun enveloped the lifeless Yuheng Courtyard with the warm temperature.

The woman with a beautiful face patted the skinny girl beside her on the shoulder, and asked, "Where's the takeaway?"

"Let me take a look." The girl hastily took out her mobile phone, and after looking at it for a while, she looked up hesitantly, with a little helplessness in her eyes, "The rider said that he was watching the fight between the boss and several customers, and he wanted to see who would win in the end He asked me if I could be 5 minutes late. And he also said that the owner of this store was unscrupulous, and the food he gave was not good enough, so he took advantage of the chaos and brought us several chicken wings."

Hua Wei, who encountered this kind of thing for the first time ordering takeaway, paused for a moment, and then said slowly: "Let him videotape, I also want to know who wins in the end."

"okay!"

Meng Yu typed quickly while holding the phone, with a bright smile on her face.

——This is the emotion that a girl in her teens should have. Although people have no foresight, they must have near-term worries; but so what?
Sometimes, living in the moment is not a kind of happiness.

"Why do you always hold the piano score?"

"My mother knew that you were going to bring me to the capital, so she specially gave me 100 yuan; and I often forgot to bring the music score, so I stuck the money in the mezzanine of the music score, so that I wouldn't forget it!"

"What if you forget both?"

"No... Ah! Where's my pen?"
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A few days ago, Hua Wei reflected on his leaving without saying goodbye, but today he was rejected.

Take off the light yellow post-it note on the door, the three words 'going out' are strong through the back of the paper, showing the character like the person.

He entered the house with hot pot ingredients for two people, and when he turned to close the door, he found another post-it note under the crack of the door.

'Please fix dinner by yourself. '

Some of the dull mood suddenly dissipated, and Qin Sili's cool lips broke into a smile, just like that, he was coaxed by a post-it note.

——His Qingqing didn't forget him even when he went out.

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The night is as cool as water, and the interior is gloomy and colorless, except for a few pieces of moonlight on the window sill; the bright starry sky is like a river of stars, carrying one hope after another.

The smoke trapped between the finger bones released a curl of white mist, becoming the only bright color in the hall.

The wine in the glass has a mellow and strong aroma, but it is as soft as sugar in the mouth.

It's only been a day since we parted, and he has already started to miss her.

Sure enough, people are greedy animals.

So does he.

Rubbing the secretly taken photo between his finger bones, he drank half a glass of wine again.

I don't know if I can see his Qingqing in my dream when I'm drunk.

Even if it's fake, he's happy with it.

In the countless midnight dreaming moments in the past, he hoped that the image that happened four years ago was false and imagined by him; but the scar on his chest always reminded him that he almost died.

(End of this chapter)