Ye Jingchun frowned, three-point surprise, seven-point joy, and shouted: "Oh, why did you use my photos as a desktop?"

Song Baojun thought it would be better not to explain anything at this time, so hesitated immediately, his face full of at a loss, and his silly and stupid expression was fully displayed.

Ye Jingchun blushed and said, "Who told you to use this photo? It's not good at all. I hid in the corner and looked so ugly. Uh... I'll take one for you so that I won't always use this photo as a desktop and destroy other people's image."

As he said that, he pressed the front conversion button of the mobile phone camera and pointed at his beautiful face. He smiled slightly, and a charming curve appeared on the corner of his mouth. He took a selfie with a click. Then he reset the photo to the desktop and handed it back to Song Baojun, with a very complacent face: "How are you taking it?"

Song Baojun looked at the screen of his mobile phone and couldn't help but recite a poem: "The clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance, and the spring breeze blows through the threshold and the dew is thick. If it weren't for the group of jade mountains, they would meet under the moon on the Yao platform."

This poem is one of the famous poem "Qingping Dicts" written by Taibai Immortal to Yang Guifei, which means: the clouds are her clothes, and the flowers are her face; the spring breeze blows on the railings, and the dewdrops moisten the flowers and colors. Such a natural beauty, if it is not seen on the top of the Qunyu Mountain, it must be only possible to meet under the moon on the Yaotai. It is said that Yang Yuhuan is unparalleled in beauty, with rich and colorful words, and every word is flowing, like the spring breeze is full of paper, flowers are everywhere, and the faces are blurred, which is extremely gorgeous and fragrant.

It is about Li Taibai's poem praising Yang Guifei, but his eyes looked at Ye Jingchun, and his implication was no longer correct.

If this was said to a science student who only knew variables and functions, he might be confused. Ye Jingchun, a talented woman from the Chinese department, immediately understood the meaning and couldn't help but hang her head shyly. Her face was like a layer of rouge dyed in white rice paper, red and bright.

The atmosphere suddenly fell into embarrassment, and the two sat alone quietly and picked up food and had a meal.

Ye Jingchun seemed to have a "relative family" incident, so she apologized to him and walked to the bathroom with her small handbag, but there was no one seen for a long time.

Song Baojun was sitting bored, and saw a sneer in front of the restaurant and stop a cool orange-yellow two-seater Maserati sports car. The beautiful body and flat front of the car have a super-era beauty.

Several girls in the restaurant couldn't help but look up at the same time, accompanied by the hissing and chilling sound in their mouths, and their eyes were filled with extremely yearning. Although they couldn't tell which model it was, it would cost 1 or 2 million yuan to think of a car, so how could ordinary people expect?

A tall boy got out of the car, wearing a striped casual PO shirt, walked to the cigarette counter at the entrance of the restaurant and shouted: "Boss, come a pack of 'Huangxiang Building 1975'."

The proprietress quickly rushed over and gave a pack of Huangxianglou 1975 cigarettes, which were sold for 120 yuan. According to the current prices, cigarettes are consumer goods with many alternatives. Smoking hundreds of good cigarettes can relieve addiction, and smoking a pack of six yuan per pack of river water can also meet the demand, but undoubtedly those who consume 120 yuan of Huangxianglou 1975 cigarettes are considered rich people. The girls' eyes immediately showed a strong sense of admiration.

The boy pretended to be cigarettes and was about to leave when the phone rang in his pocket. He picked up the answer and spoke, while wandering around aimlessly beside the two camphor trees in front of the door.

At this time, a tall and elegant girl got out of the co-cab in the car and asked the rich boy: "Liu Peilong, how long will you have to chat with on a phone call?"

This girl is so beautiful. She is wearing a floral dress with a short skirt, straight and silky long shawl hair, a round jade bracelet on her wrist, straight and slender thighs, and a pair of white ribbon high-heeled sandals on her feet. She stands by the car like a fairy, ethereal and lively. The girls who are lamenting in their hearts all curled their lips when they see this situation, and they are ashamed of themselves, mixed with strong jealousy.

The rich boy reached out and told the girl not to interrupt and continued to say something to the phone.

The girl was quite depressed and looked around, then saw Song Baojun, who was shirtless smoking and drinking in Xiangxiang Pavilion.

She hesitated for half a second and walked in.

"Song Baojun, why are you still eating here alone when you are so late?" The voice was crisp and pleasant, like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley.

Yuan Shuang!

Even if this girl turned into ashes, Song Baojun would not forget. After all, that love affair that had no end was an opportunity for his thirty-second personality awakening. For a moment, Song Baojun didn't know how to face it. His hand, which was stuffing steak into his mouth, suddenly stopped, opened his mouth and looked at Yuan Shuang's clear and refined face so stupidly.

The rich boy outside the door should be Liu Peilong, the son of the boss of Haisheng Company. The person who threatened him after breaking up with Yuan Shuang that day.

After half a month, they met again, and the two of them stared at each other with big eyes.

Song Baojun did not wear a shirt. After exercise, he sweated heavily and was dry. His body was sticky and emitting a stinky smell. He was filled with lonely eyes, depressed expressions, hungry movements, and shaking his calves on the chair. A lot of bones in front of him clearly stated that he was a down and frustrated boy.

Yuan Shuang, opposite him, seemed to stand, really as if she was ashamed of flowers and moon, and she was as if she was falling fish and geese. She was not from the same world.

After watching each other for a long time, Yuan Shuang finally pulled over a chair and sat down, and said lightly: "Song Baojun, why are you still like this?"

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In an instant, Song Baojun had already started the most intense debate with the two personalities of the body, the vulgarity and philosophy.

"Haha, did you see it? She dares to provoke me with a shameless face? And she came across the market with her boyfriend in a luxury car of two million yuan! Tell me, how should I answer such a stupid question to maximize the answer? Is it 'How am I related to you' or 'You are not qualified to ask me a question'?"

The philosophical personality seems to find it a bit funny: "Subject, you have lost your composure."

"Barring! Can I say she is the most shameless woman I have ever seen so far? Are you stupid? Do you know how embarrassed I was that day? I walked like a fool for a long time, and finally didn't know how to go home. I dare say that this knot will not be opened for a day, and you will not be able to fully integrate your thirty-two personalities in one day."

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

Additional chapter, Chapter 3.

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