Chapter 214 Rooftop Propaganda

After Li Fang left, Fu Nanli stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and smoked, with secret eyes.

In the end, he whispered the phrase "liar", his tone was full of helplessness, but with a bit of inexplicable petting.

He asked Lao Hu to drive to the alley of her house and took her to Xiaotangshan for dinner.

Looking at the people around her, she has fair skin, delicate features, and a slender white swan neck. Because it is too white, the veins and blood vessels on her neck are clearly identifiable. She wants to take a bite and scold her for being bold.

After all, he was still not willing, and touched her head, "Where did you say we met for the first time?"

Wen Qiao groaned and looked at him nervously, "You...what are you asking about this?"

Fu Nanli leaned his elbows on the back of the chair, playing with the hair on her shoulders boredly: "Ask."

Wen Qiao cautiously said: "Have you...have your memory recovered recently?"

Breath is somewhat stagnant.

Fu Nanli closed his eyes lightly, and then solemnly said, "No."

Wen Qiao didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or to be upset. She could only continue to tell her long-arranged lies: "It's just... it's raining. I'm walking by the roadside and your car drove by. Splashing water all over me, I chased the car and asked you to reason."

Fu Nanli raised her eyebrows slightly: "Then I fell in love with you at first sight, didn't I?"

Wen Qiao bit his scalp, and said without shame, "It should be."

Why should she tell this unspeakable lie a second time?

Life is hard.

Looking up at Fu Nanli again, the corner of his mouth smiled meaningfully, and Wen Qiao touched his neck uncomfortably: "Well, why are you asking this?"

"After all, I have no memory of that time. You said it once, I forgot. I want to hear you say it again."

Somehow, when Wen Qiao looked at his expression, he always exuded the meaning of ‘I just watched you nonsense in silence.’

She should have thought too much. If a person like Fu Nanli really recovered his memory, how could he still have to lie to her. With his position of power, it would be nothing more than a matter of raising his mouth to let her be dead.

At the end of the semester of Central Music, there is a fixed project, which is to organize students to go to the school's Yifu building. Every student goes to the rooftop and shouts out his wishes for the coming year or the distress in life, or whatever he wants to say.

Today is a freshman rooftop shouting.

Lu Youyou took Wen Qiao's arm and curled his lips: "What are you calling for a while?"

Wen Qiao shrugged: "The folk music department is getting better and better."

Lu Youyou curled his lips: "It's so official."

"Then what are you going to say?"

Lu Youyou smiled: "I hope I can get rid of orders in the New Year."

It was Xu Lu who was shouting on the rooftop, "I hope in the new year, I hope I can be the pride of Central Music, and I hope Central Music will get better and better."

Applause broke out from below.

Standing on the rooftop, Xu Lu could see Wen Qiao and Zhuang Yan. Zhuang Yan stood behind, separated from Wen Qiao by a few people, and his sight was always on Wen Qiao.

There were so many people applauding her, but none of them was named Zhuang Yan, and everything was meaningless.

Several people went up after Xu Lu, and they all thought about their wishes about love.

After all, it was forbidden to fall in love in high school. Once in college, this **** disappeared. Twenty years old, young and beautiful, is the best time for love.

It was Zhuang Yan's turn. He was wearing a brown-gray checkered claw button coat, like a young master in a European aristocratic school.

(End of this chapter)