Plato said, "When love taps on the shoulders, even men who are disdainful of poetry and painting on their daily basis will become poets."

Zhao Qingyan has fully proved this sentence in Qiao Junxi.

She always felt that Qiao Junxi today was very different. She inexplicably gave her surprise at school and kissed him in front of the Three Lives Stone. Thinking back to the scene when she kissed just now, Zhao Qingyan's heart was still pounding involuntarily.

In a daze, he followed Qiao Junxi into the car.

Qiao Junxi looked at her absent-minded look and suddenly came to her, extremely evil, "What? Are you still savoring?"

"Ah?" Zhao Qingyan came to his senses and saw his magnified face in front of him, almost shocked.

"Be good, wear a seat belt first. If you feel that you are not satisfied just now, we can continue to go home." Qiao Junxi rubbed her fluffy hair, reached out and pulled it, and tied her seat belt himself.

Qiao Junxi's breath wrapped around her densely, and Zhao Qingyan almost fell into a confused state again. It took her a long time to realize what Qiao Junxi said and continued to refer to.

That clearly means continuing to kiss...

Well... Zhao Qingyan's face turned red and his ears became red.

"When will the final exam be over?" After a moment of silence, Qiao Junxi suddenly asked.

"There will be a holiday after next Friday." Zhao Qingyan thought Qiao Junxi was going to talk to her about her internship in the Imperial Palace, and this matter could indeed be put on the agenda.

As a result, Qiao Junxi said indifferently, "Well. I'll go to your house to visit my uncle and aunt."

ha?

Just passed by a red light, Qiao Junxi stepped on the brakes very steadily, but Zhao Qingyan still felt an imbalance.

Although they had agreed on these procedures before and were proceeding step by step, Zhao Qingyan still felt that it was too fast.

"I'm going abroad these days. You'll almost come back after you finish the exam." Qiao Junxi calmly told her about her itinerary.

An indescribable feeling flowed through Zhao Qingyan's heart. This feeling was like they had reached a long-lasting stage, and his tone was like reporting a trip to his wife. A sense of quiet and peaceful picture spreads in my mind, infinitely beautiful.

"Yes." Zhao Qingyan replied lightly, his face as if it was peach blossoms.

"I'll be a little busy at that time. If you miss me, you can call me."

"good."

The next day, Qiao Junxi indeed took a plane to the United States. In fact, this itinerary was decided temporarily. There are some things that he is not going to fight for a protracted battle, and he needs to fight quickly.

However, in Zhao Qingyan's opinion, he was suspected of escaping the blame.

Because as soon as she returned to school, she heard Li Jiacen depict Gao Yiming's story of "a waste of water from a bamboo basket" last night. Only then did Zhao Qingyan realize that the meticulous but clichéd romantic actions last night were not from Qiao Junxi.

I wanted to call Qiao Junxi to question him, but his phone turned off. Zhao Qingyan then remembered that he was on a business trip to the United States today.

Later, as time delayed, she forgot about this matter.

And this week, Zhao Qingyan was very busy, reviewing, writing papers and taking exams.
Chapter completed!