Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

The members of the Faculty of Law are still immersed in the joy of victory, even A Yao is also affected by this emotion, the delicate face is a little softer, there is a big tall man who dances with him, he even laughs Smiled.

Qing'er looked in his eyes, and he couldn't help but raised the corner of his lips.

However, in the next second, Qing'er, a group of them, left the channel dedicated to athletes... and left...

From beginning to end, A Yao didn't look back, as if completely forgetting that she was still sitting in the audience area.

The smile on Qinger's face was stiff, and with a "snap", she directly squeezed a packet of potato chips!

Xu Ziyue was startled: "Qing'er, what's wrong?"

With that in mind, Xu Ziyue looked down at her eyes and happened to see the back of the last basketball player.

"Cough..." She instantly understood and thought for a while, "Maybe he is going to see you after changing his clothes."

Qinger sneered and turned his head fiercely: "Go!"

This stupid boy, it's better to stop trying!

She should give him a lesson too!

Xu Ziyue was helpless and regretful: "Hey...I think if Arthur knows that you have guessed that everything is arranged by him today, he must not dare to do this..."

Xu Ziyue regretted that she shouldn't admit it just now. She did not expect that this woman who had always been big on emotional issues was suddenly so sharp.

Qinger snorted: "The results are the same!"

Xu Ziyue was speechless, her hand quietly touched the bag, but Qinger had already seen her movement, and looked at it coldly: "If you dare to ventilate and report to him, I will succumb to you."

Xu Ziyue had to raise his hands to show innocence.

...

After the victory, the party is of course indispensable. Although A Yao is not interested, as a captain, he can't refuse at all.

It was only after he came out of the locker room that he returned to the gymnasium, but the audience had long gone, leaving only a few cleaners who were cleaning.

He took the phone in his hand and played with it. He seemed to be waiting for news. However, the phone call or text message he expected never arrived until a teammate found him and shot it on his shoulder with excitement: "Hey, Arthur! It’s already here, let’s go! I don’t know how many hotgirls are waiting for us tonight!"

A Yao squeezed her lips tightly, put away her phone, and let out a faint hum.

...

That night, Qinger was lying on the bed, flipping through her address book, and soon she found the number she wanted.

She dialed in without hesitation.

The phone rang no more than three times, and it was picked up over there. The man's low and gentle voice sounded with a little surprise: "Qing'er? How do you think of calling me?"

"Hasn't it been a long time since I contacted you?" Qinger smiled. "When will you come to New York on business? By the way, I will visit Princeton to see me."

The man over the phone laughed: "What's wrong? If you're in trouble, why can't you turn to me for help...can you miss me?"

"Can't it?" Qinger was right and confident, "Don't talk nonsense, will you come?"

"Miss Ji has spoken, why would I dare not follow?" The man whispered, "I told the assistant to book a ticket."

"Okay, send me the flight information after booking, and I will pick you up at the airport!" Qinger said with a smile.