Reborn Xueba is crazy

Chapter 194 194.About depositing manuscripts

It's not in vain that she has been investigating Bai Ruoxi for so long.

Ouyang Wu's useless, her poor acting skills were suppressed to the point of being worthless, she just let her take off her clothes to fight for a role.

This is impossible, does she still want to leave her first time to Ye Qingcheng?
Oh, that is really ridiculous!

Since Su Ziqian was going to be completely miserable, he had to start with the people around her.

As for Bai Ruoxi, it has to be said that it is the best cut.

Presumably that idiot has already started to act after hearing what she said.

But now, she had to personally approach Su Ziqian.

Qing Yan curled her lips into a smile, a little charming to all beings, but that kind of smile was like a black mandala, carrying the breath of death.

She lifted her eyelids slightly, looked down at the chat box on the phone, and smiled a little weirdly.

Qing Yan: "Tonight is the last day of winter. There are a lot of delicious food and performances on the classical side street. Why don't we go tonight?"

Su Ziqian looked at the screen with a rare expressionless expression on his usual lazy and careless face.

Because she was hesitating, hesitating whether to go or not, after all, they haven't known each other for long.

If it is distrust, then she will not deny it, after all, not everyone is so easy for her to accept.

But this senior sister is very similar to Bai Ruoxi in character.

In my memory, there is also a girl who will always take her to Classical Street to eat some snacks and watch wonderful performances in the last winter of each year.

Classical Street stored the childhood of the two of them and stored most of their happy time.

That's why she hesitated like this.

Qing Yan looked at the screen that had not moved for a long time, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

It looked like she couldn't be shaken without another dose of medicine.

Qing Yansu slid her fingers across, and sent a line of words.

"Ziqian, Uncle Wang from Classical Street made delicious candied haws again this year. I like it very much. Would you like to accompany me?"

When she saw this news, the girl's hand paused, and the nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

She accepted everything in this body, including feelings and memories.

There used to be a guy who always liked to take her to Uncle Wang's stall in Guguo Street to buy his handmade candied haws.

Every time she went there, that girl would go there to buy two bunches of candied haws, but gave her a bunch with a painful expression on her face.

She always said that Uncle Wang's family has been making candied haws for more than 30 years, and it is the best candied haws in Gugu Street.

Obviously reluctant to part with each time, but still will share with her.

That was probably the happiest time for that girl.

Of course, that was also the happiest time for the original owner.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, so she moved her finger and sent a line of words: Good!

By the time she realized it, she had already typed the words.

The girl blinked, a little...cute.

She seems to have made another decision accidentally, um~ probably because of nostalgia.

The original owner belonged to the royal family, supreme, but had a simple and simple childhood, which was probably something she never had in her previous life.

The girl smiled lightly, with a warm sun-like smile on her fair and pretty face.

The moment Ye Qingcheng came down from upstairs, he saw such a smile.

This was probably the first time he had seen a girl smile like this.

Not lazy insouciance.

It's not that cunning, like trying to plot people.

She simply smiled like that.

There was a little warmth in his eyes following her smile.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, he took out his mobile phone with the other hand to take a picture of such a smile, making it eternal.

　I went to school and came back in four weeks. If you have any questions, please leave a message in the comment area (not at the end of the chapter). I will read it when I come back. Well, it will be updated four times a day from the beginning of September, but it may not be until the end of September. Stop updating, because the manuscript may be finished by then, but don't worry, I won't abandon the book, I will write it down, it just takes time.

　　Time is limited, and there is no time to check the typo. A typo finding post will be placed at the top of the comment area. The cuties will mark the chapter, page number, and row number of the typo under the post, and I will correct it when I come back.

　　
　
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