Chapter 850： The president is a voice control! 64

"Ah."

Faced with such an accusation, Qiao Sirui gave a chuckle, telling Chu Ci with a mocking tone that he was not.

But obviously it is.

Chu Ci squinted his eyes, tugged at the corner of Qiao Sirui's clothes, tugged so slightly, and shook again, "I'm daily polite."

This person is usually polite to get along with others. Although he is a little bit arrogant inside, in fact, as long as he doesn't provoke him, he can really be called a three-good young man, and he naturally understands this truth.

But the problem is that this person doesn't feel pleasing to the eyes of Zhang Yu. He didn't intend to apply his daily polite and respectful attitude to that person. He snorted and didn't want to talk anymore.

But when Chu Ci let go of the hand holding his cuff, his footsteps stopped, and those dark eyes looked at Chu Ci faintly.

Chu Ci looked at him in the same way, waiting for him to speak, and after a long time, he heard that he finally spoke, "Hold it."

Hold on? What are you holding on?

When Chu Ci blinked and glanced at his slightly raised cuff, that was what he was talking about.

Following the thoughts of the still angry big man, he grabbed Qiao Sirui's cuff with his hand, and gave him a shake by the way.

‘Qiao Sirui’s love value +4, currently 80. ’

The soft-looking girl tilted her head and asked him with a smile, "Brother, are you Tsundere?"

I obviously like it tight, but I don't say anything about it, and I still look like I'm angry, and want to make her continue to pull her sleeves.

Tsundere ghost.

Qiao Sirui chuckled and looked at the hand that Chu Ci was holding on to his cuff, and slightly shook the canvas bag in his other hand, causing the canvas bag strap to hang on his elbow.

To be honest, such a big man carrying such a canvas bag is enough to violate the peace. At this moment, it is even more strange to carry such a canvas bag, but this person does not feel that there is anything wrong, so he just raises his hand. The hand that he had freed up directly covered the lower half of Chu Ci's face.

Fingertips pressed slightly, and the corners of the pinched Chu Ci's lips pouted slightly. The pink and soft petal-like lips were rubbed against the palm of his hand, watching the little girl raise her hand to scratch, Qiao Sirui I feel better now.

Before Chu Ci speaks, speak, "There is a newly opened store outside. Liang Jiuzhou said before that it tastes good, do you want to try it."

Sure enough, the little girl's eyes lit up instantly when she mentioned eating, she lit her little head, but she was a little hesitant, "But it will take a long time to go out at this time?"

Qiao Sirui bends the corners of her lips suddenly, bringing out a smile that covers a bit of complexity, and she doesn't know what bad idea she is making, "I know a shortcut, follow me here."

Shortcut?

An unpleasant feeling suddenly rushed into Chu Ci's heart. Qiao Sirui carried him to a relatively quiet wall on the side of the school. This wall was really incompatible with the temperament of Beijing University, as if it was demolished before. Those buildings have not been demolished, they are here.

With the mottled time and history, this wall is not very high. In addition, there are daily patrols here, and the student dormitory is a separate building with a specially built yard, so this somewhat dilapidated wall is still reserved. Down.