Rebirth of the Routine King

Ring ring ring.......

A burst of cell phone ringing broke the charming atmosphere.

Song Zhiwen picked up the phone and said in surprise: "It's brother Xiyan calling."

"Hey, brother Xiyan,...he's here!"

"Here! Brother Xiyan is looking for you."

With that said, he handed the phone to Wang Yan.

The latter was a little confused, why is this guy looking for me?

As soon as the phone was put to her ear, she heard Lin Xiyan urgently say: "Wang Yan, where are you? Jianan has called me twice and asked you where to eat?"

Damn it!

How could I have forgotten this!

Wang Yan said hurriedly: "Just wait a moment, I'll go back to the dormitory right now!"

When returning the phone to Song Zhiwen, Wang Yan suddenly had a flash of inspiration, hey~~~Isn't this a ready-made tool?

Then his smile was as warm as the spring breeze: "Little mosquito, can I treat you to dinner at noon?"

Song Zhiwen didn't even think about it, and said with curved eyebrows: "Okay!"

Wang Yan changed his tone: "But, I have a small request..."

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Another half hour later, Song Zhiwen's bell rang again.

Wang Yan picked up his cell phone, answered the call and asked, "Where are you?"

"We have arrived at the entrance of Private Kitchen. Wang Yan, where are you?"

"I have a little thing to deal with. It may take a few minutes. Is Liu Jianan gone?"

Wang Weihang's furious voice came from the other side: "Wang Yan, what the hell are you pretending to be? What can happen to you? Come here quickly! Liu Jianan will be here in a minute."

"I know, I know."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yan closed the book and said to Song Zhiwen: "Let's go! I'm looking forward to your next performance."

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After getting on the bus, Wang Yan and Song Zhiwen sat at the window seat together.

There was no other way, Wang Yan was sitting in a corner, but she pulled him over.

After looking at Wang Yan for a while, Song Zhiwen suddenly asked: "Wang Yan, what do you yearn for in love?"

Wang Yan answered neatly: "No yearning."

Song Zhiwen asked doubtfully: "You don't yearn for love?"

Wang Yan snorted: "Why do you yearn for that thing? It kills people when it's sweet, and it hurts people when it's bitter."

The confusion in Song Zhiwen's eyes was even worse, why can you say such vicissitudes of life when everyone is eighteen years old?

It seems like you have experienced many loves!

"You...you used to

Have you ever been in love?"

Wang Yan pondered for two seconds: "We talked about...a lot."

A trace of disappointment fell into Song Zhiwen's eyes, but she soon returned to normal. She looked at Wang Yan sideways and curled her lips and said: "Bragging, there is a lot! How old are you?"

Wang Yan smiled: "We talked about it in my previous life..."

Only then did Song Zhiwen realize that Wang Yan was joking with her!

Then her eyebrows arched again: "Do you remember what happened in your previous life?"

"Remember, I forgot to drink soup when I crossed Naihe Bridge."

Song Zhiwen did not tease him and asked seriously: "Then do you remember me in your previous life?"

Wang Yan shook his head.

In his last life, although he had heard of her name and seen her photos, he had never had any contact with her. Wang Yan was certain of this.

Because as long as she is a beautiful woman, she usually has a good memory.

Song Zhiwen was a little dissatisfied with Wang Yan's answer, because he didn't even know how to choose a flattering lie.

Wang Yan was also a little helpless. What he told was the truth, but she misunderstood it and turned it into a lie.

In fact, since he came to the School of Economics and Trade, he rarely spoke loudly, but his words were so shocking that Wang Weihang and the others mistakenly thought he was bragging.

Seeing that Song Zhiwen was a little unhappy, Wang Yan didn't want to talk to her, but he thought he would still count on her help later!

So, he smiled and asked: "What are your views on love?"

Although Song Zhiwen pouted, she still replied to Wang Yan: "Of course, girls are born with fantasies about love."

"Tell me, let me see if your view on love can be saved?"

Before she said anything, Song Zhiwen's eyes seemed to have two little stars stuck in them, shining with longing.

"The love in my heart is like the earth and the sun. Even if the distance is far away, as long as I see the light radiating from you, I will feel very warm. Because I know that you will never leave me, and your

The light will always shine on me."

Wang Yan sneered again: "It's true that I won't leave, but I can never hug you!"

Song Zhiwen retorted: "Can you please stop describing love in such a superficial way? Does it have to be a hug or something... to call it love?"

Wang Yan nodded: "I can tell you that any platonic love will be defeated by the body! No beautiful fantasy can withstand the slightest impact of reality! However, considering that you have not been exposed to love, I can understand you

This fantasy.”

Song Zhiwen seemed to want to retort, but she was afraid of being slapped to death by Wang Yan mercilessly, so she stopped talking for a long time, and finally snorted and turned her head to the side.

Wang Yan just felt like laughing, the little girl dared to even think about love!

Seeing Song Zhiwen's angry look, he felt a little sad for a moment.

In his last life, didn't he imagine love this way?

I always feel that being devoted to you is love.

Indeed, it was love, but it was only love in college.

Entering society, love is just a cover for adults’ fancy fish farming, and it’s the perfect fig leaf for them to lure you into bed.

No money, no love, no love left for you!

Of course, the facts are not absolute.

When he and Qi Xiuquan fell in love on campus, after they entered the society, neither of them was seduced by luxury and wealth, and they always maintained the original innocence of love.

It's a pity that fate played tricks on people. When he was about to collapse due to money torture, that bastard Lin Feng took advantage of the loophole and successfully separated him and Qi Xiuquan.

In fact, Wang Yan knew that he let go for his own reasons at that time. You said that you had nothing, how could you give Qi Xiuquan any happiness?

Happiness is not given with words, but with houses, cars, and face.

However, he never imagined that Qi Xiuquan would be so miserable later on. If he knew about it, he would not let go of her hand even if he died immediately.

........

Wang Yan recovered his wandering thoughts in time, and all the love and hatred in his previous life were gone.

Now, he is just an eighteen-year-old promising young man.

As a promising young man, it seems that it is not good to be sad all the time...

"What's wrong with you?" Song Zhiwen asked in surprise.

Wang Yan was stunned for a moment: "It's nothing, I just saw a pretty girl outside the window, so I took a second look."

"Then... did you cry?"

"What did you say?"

Seeing Song Zhiwen pointing at his eyes, Wang Yan quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, which were wet.

"Oh, I felt sad for a moment when I thought that such a beautiful girl was not my girlfriend, haha..."

Song Zhiwen didn't think much about it and curled her lips and said, "I feel like you have so many stories!"

Wang Yan hurriedly asked: "Do you have any requirements for your future boyfriend?"

Song Zhiwen almost didn't think before she blurted out:

"The person should be tall and big, which can give me a sense of security. I also like to stand on tiptoes and kiss him. He doesn't have to be handsome, but he must be good-looking. The person is not only kind, but also interesting. At least he can make me happy. He can

You don’t have a lot of money, but you must know how to work hard..."

Wang Yan listened quietly, until Song Zhiwen finished speaking, he turned his head to the window again and said lightly: "That's great, I don't agree with any of them."

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