Playing to the death and cheating on you

Sometimes, pretending to be confused with understanding, or simply trampling on self-esteem, wouldn't it make people live a better and more enjoyable life?Who has never compromised in his life?Whose life can really be proud forever and do what I want?

As long as you don't think of it!

As long as you don't want to! !

In a daze, he got off the car at the gate of University C. ﹛ (～ o ～)y﹜

The chrysanthemums in late autumn bloom brightly and seductively, and the phoenix flowers on both sides of the road are even brighter than the golden chrysanthemums.She wanted to grab a flower and take a look, but saw a fluffy caterpillar curled up on the flower branch, wriggling slowly.

She withdrew her hand immediately in fright, for all the molluscs, there was always a huge disgust and fear.

On the opposite court, a vigorous boy ran over with a basketball in his arms. He was dressed in sportswear, his face was dripping with sweat, and he was full of enthusiasm and joy: "Feng Feng, hello. I haven't seen you for a long time." Alright, are you busy recently?"

She nodded casually, and she didn't know what to answer in her mouth. She didn't even stop for a moment, and just walked straight to the apartment in a daze. Only Huang Hui stood there awkwardly, scratching her hair in doubt.

A boy came up to him and teased him jokingly: "Huang Hui, did you fail in trying to strike up a conversation with a beautiful woman?"

He looked curiously at Feng Feng's back as he walked away, "Yo, this girl's back looks pretty good, what's her name? Is she pretty? Which department? How old is she?"

Huang Hui stroked his hair and kicked him: "Go back and play soon."

The dormitory was empty on Sunday, and the roommates were all out shopping or on a date.In the vase on the table was a bouquet of roses, sent by Ye Jia, and they were still very fresh.Just like all men in love, when they don't know what to give, they send flowers to their girls.These days, he would send a bouquet of flowers almost every two or three days, spotless red roses, the best varieties, each more beautiful than the last.

Feng Feng stared at Rose for a long while, it was getting late, she didn't know whether to go to the cafeteria to eat or turn on the computer to finish the column she hadn't finished writing - this manuscript fee can maintain her monthly living expenses and pocket money, she has never It is conscientious in dealing with it, and has never been a secondary researcher.

The phone rang and she didn't want to answer it.However, it rang again and again, and she picked it up. It was Ye Jia’s smiling voice, like a first-time lover who used to date his own girl: “Xiaofeng, someone recommended me a very good snack bar. I’ll pick it up You, we can watch a movie after dinner, there is a new movie coming out..."

"No, I'm outside..." She frantically perfunctory and subconsciously refused.

"Where are you? I'm coming to you."

"It's not convenient, I'm talking to someone else." She said an address indiscriminately, found some reason, and hung up the phone.

Such a dangerous "dating", for him and himself, what will be the result in the end?

She turned on the computer and opened QQ, and Ye Jia's profile picture jumped up and down.Ye Jia never did such boring things as "chatting" before, he had no interest or time.His msn is also full of peers.

But Feng Feng never used msn, and thought it was not as convenient as QQ, so Ye Jia took advantage of this period of vacation to get a QQ number, because he knew Feng Feng was always online.

The QQ messages are all about some roses or love poems, and some red lips. Ye Jia's performance is like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. He thinks this is a novel experience and feeling.

She closed the dialog box and did not reply to others or messages.

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