Yu Tingchuan squeezed her little hand. Not in the refrigerator?
I don’t know. I haven’t seen it yet.
Song Qingcheng got up and I’ll go and have a look
Watched her run to the kitchen with a slim back. Yu Tingchuan leaned back against the sofa with a spoiled look in his eyes. He habitually took out cigarettes in his trouser pocket. As a result, he touched it and immediately remembered that cigarettes and lighters were put on the coffee table in the suit. I don’t know where the cigarette case went.
Considering that Yu Tingchuan didn’t look for cigarettes in four miles.
It wasn’t long before Song Qingcheng poked his head out of the kitchen and looked very happy. There are not only dumplings but also zongzi and dumplings.品茶
Yu Tingchuan looked at her with a smile. Have you thought about which one you didn’t eat?
I want to eat zongzi, but pregnant women can’t seem to eat it.
Song Qingcheng carried out a bag of glutinous rice balls from behind and put it on the table. It’s good to eat glutinous rice balls.
The next day Song Qingcheng woke up earlier than Yu Tingchuan.
For her, the mood of changing to high school for the third time is somewhat different after all.
Section 2
At 7: 30 in the morning, Aunt Gong has made breakfast.
When Song Qingcheng finished eating, Yu Tingchuan put out a newspaper and asked her, Are you sure you don’t want me to sign up with you?
… Song city immediately shook his head.
Before going to bed last night, she refused Yu Tingchuan’s suggestion to sign up for herself.
Even if a man like him doesn’t walk in the street and go among those parents, he will certainly be very conspicuous, and no one will ask her out of curiosity afterwards.
A 23-year-old high school student is extremely rare.
If there are more rich husbands, she can’t imagine what the school will be like.
Song Qingcheng is thinking about flying YuTingChuan glanced at his wrist watch and said, Prepare to drop you off at school after breakfast.
Just ask Master Zhao to send it.
I’m not driving today品茶. People from the insurance company will come home this afternoon to take the Land Rover for maintenance. Yuting Chuanba lifted her head toward the stairs. Go change clothes.
Words at this point, the song city didn’t melodramatic say no again.
When she got dressed and went out, Yu Tingchuan had changed her shoes, and Xuan Chu was dressed in a suit and tie, with a coat in her left hand. Song Qingcheng didn’t want him to wear snow boots and follow him out of the villa because he was late for his class.
At about nine o’clock in the afternoon, the black Mercedes slowly stopped at the school gate.
Yu Tingchuan said again, Are you sure I won’t take you in?
Lao Zhao in the driver’s seat glanced in the rearview mirror. The middle-aged driver’s face seemed to have a faint smile.
Song Qingcheng noticed that Lao Zhao’s eyes were vaguely embarrassed. It’s very simple not to sign up, and I can get things done in a few minutes without staying in school.
Have you got enough cash?
Well, I took ten thousand dollars.
A public high school like No.3 Middle School is different from Yuanwei’s enrollment of 3,000 to 4,000. She still brought more than 10,000 yuan. Seeing Yu Tingchuan seems to be not very worried. Song Qingcheng raised her hand and promised, I will call you when I sign up, okay?
Yutingchuan smiled for a moment and began to go in
Song Qingcheng pushed open the car door and went to her. It was not too early, but it was not too late. People came and went at the school gate. Most students came to sign up with their parents, and the roadside was full of private cars.
Song Qingcheng walked a long way to the gate and couldn’t help but look back and find that Mercedes was still parked.
She bent her lips and dragged her bag straight in.
Yu Tingchuan, the car, looked back and said to Lao Zhao, Wait for my wife to come out and take her home.
The boss you-Lao Zhao have puzzled.
I’ll take a taxi to the company myself
-digression–
I have very important personal affairs to deal with today, and it’s less as usual, o(∩_∩)o~
☆, Chapter 295 If you eat badly, I will feel distressed later.
Uncle Jiang Chi arranged an advanced liberal arts class for Song Qingcheng %d7%f%d3%4%b%f3
Directly after the Song Dynasty dumped the building, the section chief’s office was dredged last year because of the headmaster’s presence. It was very polite for the section chief to see Song Qingcheng in the third year of high school品茶. She also poured a glass of water and said, You, the class leader of Class 5, will be back in the classroom soon.
Thank you, Teacher Zhang. Song Qingcheng saw the other teacher’s famous brand when he came in.
It didn’t take long for the class leader of Class Five to come.
Out of courtesy, Song Qingcheng got up and greeted each other and took out the photo information from his bag.