Chapter 692

Xia Cong grinned shyly and stretched out a bag from behind, "here you are."

Gao Xing takes it. Open it. Lots of snacks.

"For me?"

"Well."

Squinting his eyes, Gao Xing said with a smile, "suddenly buy me something delicious. Can't you help me? Let me see. "

Her eyes rolled around. She touched her little chin. "Let me help you chase Shanshan?"

Xia Cong blushed, but he didn't deny it.

Gao Xing casually opened a packet of biscuits and chewed and said, "you are calm enough. For such a long time, I thought you just said it casually and gave up long ago."

"I, I..."

"All right." Waving his hand, Gao Xing stood up and solemnly said to Xia Cong, "Xia Cong, because we know each other and you are good to me, I just told you."

"You said

"Shanshan is a real little fox spirit. Do you understand that fox spirit?"

Xia Cong listened and frowned.

Gao Xing then said, "she doesn't really love men. It will be very painful for you to like her. Do you still like her?"

Without hesitation, Xia Cong said, "I like it!"

Gao Xing nodded and hugged the snack bag. "Good job! Xia Cong, I look after you! Let me help you get that little fox spirit! "

When Gao Xing came back to the dormitory, Jiang Shan had already got up, "who gave you snacks? Or did you buy it yourself? "

"Leave it alone." Gao Xing throws the bag on the bed and peeks at Jiang Shan secretly.

Let her think, where should this assist start.

Cultural center.

"Deputy curator, here is the list of works for our exhibition next week. The curator said," let me show you. "

"Good." Wen Junshi took the list of works, looked at it and nodded, "have all the invitation letters been sent out?"

"Some of them have been sent out, and some of them haven't been sent out."

"Hurry up and send it to the other party in person."

"I know."

"And leave me one, no, two invitations."

"OK, deputy curator, it's OK. I'll go out first."

"Well."

Librarian Xiao Li nodded to her and turned to go out.

When the door opened, I saw a tall and handsome man standing outside.

"Hello." The man gave her a smile and stepped in.

After hearing the poem, I was just a little surprised

Xiao Li closed the door and went to tell everyone with a smile that the man in clothes came to the deputy curator again, and everyone got together to gossip.

"Sit down." Pointing to the sofa, Wen Junshi got up and poured a glass of water for Feng Ao.

He bent over and put the cup on the coffee table in front of him. When he took back his hand, he suddenly grasped his wrist.

"Poetry."

Wen Junshi pursed her lips and gently struggled, "Feng Ao, don't do this, let me go."

"Poetry."

Feng Ao stood up and pushed her back.

There is no way to retreat. Wen Juanshi leaned against his desk and was in front of him.

He put his hands on the table edge on both sides of her body, and his eyes were fixed on her white face. "You have broken up with Zhou Yao, why can't you accept my pursuit? Huh? Poetry, give me a reason, or... "

A meal, his face condensation, "you still have Zhou Yao in mind?"

Wen Junshi's eyes flashed. Don't start, "it's none of your business."

So he guessed right.

"Poetry Gnash teeth of read her name, big palm hold her cheek, force her to look at own eyes.

"When are you going to let yourself go?"

"I said, don't close..."

Before she finished her words, Feng Ao had bowed her head and kissed her.

She frowned and couldn't get away.

Seal the intoxication of proud kiss, but only one person's intoxication.

Let her go, and hold her to the forehead.

"Poetry, why? What can I do to make you love me? "

Wen Jun closed his eyes and did not speak.

Feng Ao sighs and embraces her.

Hold her tight and don't want to let go for a moment.

For a long time, the mobile phone suddenly vibrated from the pocket.

He slowly let her go, holding her slender wrist firmly in one hand and picking up the mobile phone in the other.

"Hello."

"Feng Ao, it's me."

"Weiwei?" Feng Ao pick eyebrows, looked at Wen Jun poem, "what's the matter?"

Over there, Ouyang Weiwei said something. Feng Ao gradually raised his lips, "you can really make trouble."

Ouyang Weiwei snorted, "so, are you going or not?"

"Go, Miss Ouyang has spoken. How dare you not go?"

"Great! Then I'll call sister Shi"No, I'll tell you." Feng Ao finished talking and hung up.

Ouyang Weiwei holds the hung up mobile phone and doubts.

Tell her, is he with poetry?

A smile, immediately clear.

It seems that things will go better than she thought.

Next, call the most important people.

Put away the mobile phone, Feng Ao will smell Jun poem cheek hair hook to the ear, "Wei Wei called, said to go camping tomorrow."

Wen Junshi nodded carelessly, don't open your face.

Feng Ao pinched her shoulder and said, "poetry, you can't escape me, so think about it."

"Will you agree if I refuse?" She asked with a sneer.

Feng Ao fixed her eyes and told her: "no, so what I want you to think is when to promise me, not whether to answer me."

……

Ouyang Weiwei put the bag on Zhou Yao's car and said with a smile, "it's still short of brother Hanzhang. We'll be all together."

"Why hasn't Hanzhang come yet?" Feng Ao looked at the watch.

Ouyang Weiwei smile mysterious, "including chapter brother said to pick up a person, I guess, is his girlfriend."

"Han Zhang has a girlfriend?" Feng Ao was surprised and subconsciously looked at Wen Jun's poem.

Wen Junshi turned his face and said in a low voice, "I don't know."

She didn't say anything about it in her hand.

Zhou Yao was leaning on the car, playing with a black lighter with his slender fingertips.

He seldom smokes and has no addiction.

From the time they got together, he was the only one who didn't say a word.

However, he always talks less, and we don't think it's any problem.

More than ten minutes later, I heard that a car with a seal was coming.

"Brother Hanzhang is here." Ouyang Weiwei pointed to the car and said.

When the car stopped, Wen Hanzhang pushed the door open and said, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time."

"What about people? Brother Hanzhang, where are the people you want to bring? " Ouyang Weiwei asked excitedly.

Wen Hanzhang coughed softly and said, "a friend."

The more he said that, the more he felt that there was no silver here.

The next second, someone got out of the car, saw everyone, stunned.

What's the situation?

"Xiaogao?" Ouyang Weiwei exclaimed in surprise.

And her words fall, a fierce Phoenix Mou fiercely penetrate to come over.

Gao Xing shrinks his neck and whispers to Wen Hanzhang: "brother Hanzhang, what's the matter?"

Doesn't it mean that he leads the team and needs a little cook to cook?

Is this the team he's going to lead?

Wen Hanzhang smiles and pats Gao Xing on the shoulder. "Come here, I'll introduce you."

Gao Xing had no choice but to hang his head and follow him to those people.

"Wei Wei, ah Yao, don't I have to introduce you?"

Gao Xing nodded awkwardly, "good doctor Ouyang, good Zhou, good captain Zhou."

"It's poetry, my sister. It's pride."

"Hello."

"Brother." Wen Junshi smiles, "what's the matter?"

Hearing Han Zhang's light cough, he introduced: "Gao Xing, the little cook of our training camp."

Or Ouyang Weiwei first reaction, came forward to embrace Gao Xing's shoulder, "or brother Hanzhang powerful, how to know, we need such a little cook?"? Yes, Xiao Gao

Gao Xing can only giggle.

She felt that there was no one more stupid, more stupid, more shameful than herself.

At first glance, they are familiar people who go camping together. What is she? She has to go with them.

Before she starts, can she?

"Well, brother Hanzhang, I, I want to go back."