Rebirth Business Woman: Major General, You Have Lost Again

In itself, Qin Qing, as a role model for everyone, has a lot of talents at a young age, coupled with a clear mind, many things improve faster than ordinary people, and before she died, she met Feng Yue who was also good at manual kung fu. It can be said that it is a powerful alliance, like a tiger with wings added.

Of course, this kind of thing can't be taken out.

So when Luo Zihang teased it like a chat, she also casually threw away the yellow trash she had just heard, "Men, you can't say no."

puff.

Luo Zihang's footsteps stopped, he was suddenly choked up, bent over and coughed violently, and after a while, his face flushed red and he couldn't laugh or cry, "Aye, in the future, you should not get too close to Dahui and the others."

Hearing this, Qin Qing also stopped and tilted her head, the broken hair between her forehead covered her eyebrows and eyes, she looked more and more cute, "Why?"

She came out of the Internet cafe just now and had the courage to be a scumbag, and now she is working hard to get closer.

But Luo Zihang on the opposite side was so soft-hearted by such a pair of curious innocent eyes, he raised his hand to rub the top of the baby's hair without even thinking about it, and his voice was unconsciously gentle, "Because You're not fit to say that."

At that time, seeing her hand approaching, Qin Qing, who doesn't like intimate movements, subconsciously dodged back, the palm flew into the air, slid down sideways, and rubbed it on her cheek.

Even if it was only for a short moment, Luo Zihang could still clearly feel the unusual softness of the skin on that cheek, with a slight coolness, burning a scorching heat on the fingertips he touched, and his heartbeat was chaotic for no reason.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I don't like people touching their heads." Seeing him frozen there, Qin Qing explained to avoid embarrassment.

"Oh, um, it's okay." Luo Zihang put his hands back into his trouser pockets, with a trace of unnaturalness remaining on his face, he used the darkness to cover up the past, then he adjusted his emotions and said, "Let's go."

"En." Qin Qing nodded, not paying attention to this little episode.

It was already past the lights-out time when we returned to the dormitory, and the entire dormitory building was pitch black. Because tomorrow is the weekend, many students went home early, including Yu Yang and Qiao Nan who were sleeping together.

Qin Qing has no real estate in City B, so he can only live in a dormitory. Before Luo Zihang vowed to stay with him out of brotherly loyalty, but now looking at the slender figure of the young man packing his things with a lamp on by the bed, he is not sure what he wants to stay. Down is not a right choice.

"Aren't you going to take a bath?" Qin Qing saw him in a daze as soon as she turned her head, and couldn't help reminding him aloud.

Only then did Luo Zihang regain his composure, "Well, good."

After Ying finished getting up, he suddenly thought that the teenagers didn't take a bath, and they will wash together next to each other in a large bathroom cubicle...

With a bang, Qin Qing looked back again, and saw that the always nimble Young Master Luo bumped into the railing, and the moment he covered his head, the toiletries jingled and fell to the ground again, and he bent down to pick it up twice. Call it a fool.

"Um, are you okay?" Out of friendship with her classmates, she still asked intentionally.

"No." Luo Zihang squeezed out an answer in embarrassment, grabbed the things in the washbasin and asked with some difficulty: "Are you going?"

It is normal for brothers to rub each other in the bathhouse, but since the stay, Qin Qing has hardly done anything to squeeze the bathhouse with them, which has almost become the default law.

Leng Buding was asked again, Qin Qing glanced suspiciously, and fell on the figure by the door through a halo of light, "No, I'll wait."

As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Zihang rushed out the door immediately, he couldn't even hear the final answer clearly, and only had time to see clearly the strange posture of his hunched waist.

Qin Qing also couldn't figure out the behavior of the other party, and she probably didn't get caught. She was relieved, and while she was clutching her clothes and leaning against the bed, sending text messages while waiting for someone to come back, she and Nan Xu finalized the new link of the opening catwalk— -Wedding dress.

'Men and women match to make work not tiring. I have long wanted to try Qingcheng's craftsmanship in making wedding dresses. If I knew you were the boss, the price shouldn't be so cheap last time. Boss Qin, it doesn't matter if you say I'm a threat, or just sit on the ground and raise the price, I won't change this theme! ! ! '

Looking at the long string of texts sent, the three exclamation points at the end fully demonstrated the master's tough attitude. Speaking of which, Nan Xu will find that her identity is also derived from the power of gossip. Starting from a piece of Alluring Haute Couture, this person went to search for styles from time to time, and later found a photo from the day of the press conference from some corner. After comparing the images, this person has been annoyed all day long that she wants to be Qingcheng's model.

Recalling these, Qin Qing shook her head helplessly and smiled wryly, and slowly tapped with her fingertips to reply. Left and right the original design drawings and wedding dress samples, making one or two matching men's dresses is also an eye-catching project.

After talking about it for more than half an hour, Luo Zihang came back, wrapped in water vapor and breathing from the cold, and he didn't know how long he had soaked in the cold water.

"Wipe it, so you don't catch a cold." Seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock, Qin Qing took the washbasin, and even took the towel from the table for the other party, and covered the other party's head when passing by lightly. Caring for students who behave abnormally.

Young people are always so clean that they are spotless. When you get close, you can still smell a faint cold fragrance, like the smell of some kind of sandalwood incense soaked all the year round. Mixed with its own unique breath, it forms a kind of cold fragrance. A cool and bewitching aroma.

In such a quiet summer night, Luo Zihang smelled this cold fragrance by accident, and quickly recorded it with his body. It was not until the slender figure of the young man disappeared at the door that he looked down at the place where he had been fighting for a long time, and whispered Shouted a 'fuck'.

This summer, there are high temperature warnings everywhere in the city, and the melodious hum of cicadas takes a very long time. When all the high school students are sweating and reading the exam papers to study the fans above their heads, Yan Hua, the dark horse who just broke out of the siege in the second year of high school, began to frequently Skip class and leave early.

The competition dates for various subjects are imminent, but the hope of the key training is frequently absent. The situation makes the teachers worry. Finally, a week later, when a certain unlucky class 7 was caught smoking, Qin Qing was also arrested and brought into the office.

To deal with the unlucky ones, the teacher imposed severe torture like a hailstorm, "I know how to smoke all day long, go to the Internet cafe to play games, go to the wall and write a 3,000-word self-criticism for me, and I am not allowed to leave if I finish writing."

As soon as the unlucky Dahui turned around, he heard the teacher greet the top student in a class with a warm voice like a spring breeze, "Student Song, you often don't come to class recently, I heard that you went to the Internet cafe, did you go to check the study materials? "