Chapter 473

Fu Shuang nodded happily, made friends with Wen Han, and asked intentionally or unintentionally, "look, my friends are all beautiful women?"

Wenhan glanced and said with a faint smile, "birds of a feather flock together. The old saying is still very reasonable."

This is an indirect boast that Fu Shuang is a beauty. Of course, Fu Shuang deserves it in terms of appearance.

"That senior, I'm going back. Bye."

"I'll see you off." Wenhan hurriedly followed.

It was already dark, and the dim yellow light of the street lamp made their shadows long. Due to the problem of angle, some of their arms overlapped together, showing incomparable intimacy.

At this time, there are many young couples dating in pairs.

They walked all the way, attracting many people's eyes.

Boys basically want to see the top white beauty, while girls' mood is more subtle.

"Does it look good? Why don't you come closer and see clearly?"

"If you think someone is beautiful, go to her. What are you looking for me for?"

"Eh? Isn't this the senior of our club? Doesn't Fu Shuang have a boyfriend? Why did he hook up with our senior again?"

"Tut Tut, this is the top baifumei in your boys' eyes. If you have a boyfriend and hook up with other boys, it's a rotten thing!"

What's more, his boyfriend took one more look at Fu Shuang, slapped him up, turned around and left angrily.

To the dormitory downstairs, Wenhan made an invitation: "frost, when is it convenient for you? I'll invite you to dinner. Welcome back to school."

"Next time, I'm tired from military training recently. I don't have the strength to eat a big meal." Fu Shuang smiled and neither agreed nor refused.

After going back, I have to tell Zhang ChuChu how she plans to do it.

As long as Zhang ChuChu gets it right, Wenhan will definitely eat this big meal.

Fu Shuang waved goodbye to Wen Han, turned and left.

Due to Wenhan's contact information, Zhang ChuChu finally had a little chance. Fu Shuang was in a much better mood. On the way back to the dormitory, he hummed the tune of running to grandma's house.

Several girls in the same class just entered the dormitory building. Fu Shuang walked in front of them. They didn't see them, but they saw them clearly.

I saw Fu Shuang saying goodbye to the handsome senior students downstairs, humming songs and bouncing back to the dormitory. Several girls showed meaningful smiles.

There was a rumor that Fu Shuang was taken care of. Although few people can afford to take care of her with her family wealth, she can't stand the style of Miss Fu. She has become a flow and unwilling to be lonely. It's not enough to hook up with the rich second generation young master. Now she has her eyes on the senior students of our school.

As soon as they returned to the dormitory, the girls began to talk. Their brains were wide open, comparable to the editor of an eight o'clock soap opera.

When Fu Shuang returned to the dormitory, the three roommates had finished washing and were all in bed, lying or lying down, fiddling with their mobile phones.

Fu Shuang washed, climbed into Zhang ChuChu's bed, stabbed her in the arm and asked mysteriously, "ChuChu, guess who I met just now?"

"Who? Is He Xian?"

Fu Shuang turned her eyes, raised her hand and gently tapped her head: "what's he doing? Disappointing!"

Li Kexin almost blew his hair on the spot.

Fu Shuang is Hexian's real girlfriend. Hey, Hexian has lost contact almost day and night. She has this attitude!

However, when the words came to his mouth, Li Kexin swallowed them again.

People's real girlfriends are not in a hurry. What is she in a hurry?

Fu Shuang raised a proud smiling face, full of eyes "praise me, praise me" and raised his chin to invite credit.

"I'm going to Wenhan's wechat!"

"Wenhan?" Zhang ChuChu's eyes suddenly brightened. "Come on, give it to me, give it to me."

Fu Shuang pushed Wen han to Zhang ChuChu, thought about it and told him: "Wen Han is a person. How to say it, he is a little introverted and not very cheerful. He may not add if he is a stranger."

"What should I do?" Zhang ChuChu suddenly extinguished the small flame of hope in his eyes and begged with Fu Shuang's arm, "Shuang Shuang, help ~"

Fu Shuang thought for a moment and gave her an idea: "the club will recruit new people soon. Wenhan is from the Chinese painting society. Why don't you try the Chinese painting society?"

Zhang ChuChu's face collapsed and his head was depressed: "I can't draw traditional Chinese painting. What am I going to do?"

"Go get a handsome guy, or else? Really go painting?" Fu Shuang glanced at her and lost a look of "are you an idiot".

"But I don't know Chinese painting. Can people want me?"

"The recruitment of new members of the society is equivalent to robbing people. The traditional Chinese painting society is relatively unpopular. Few people are willing to go. Basically, as long as there are new members willing to go, they will accept them."

"Really? That's great. Then I'll go to the traditional Chinese painting society. Shuangshuang, you'll accompany me then."

"I won't go." Fu Shuang shook her head and refused without thinking.

"Oh, Shuang Shuang, just stay with me ~" Zhang ChuChu took her arm and shook it left and right.

Fu Shuang shook his head: "no discussion."

Zhang ChuChu frowned bitterly: "don't talk about righteousness!"

Fu Shuang remained unmoved. She had joined the traditional Chinese Painting Society in her previous life. There were old acquaintances there. She didn't want to brush the sense of existence so as not to face 100000 whys.