The Heroine is a Real Boss

At the bus station, Qin Xiang watched the people coming and going around with a complicated expression.

How long has she been on the bus? She can't even remember...

"Did you bring any change?" Chu Ci looked at Qin Xiang seriously and asked.

"Change?" Qin Xiang was stunned for a moment, then took out the change purse from his pocket and opened it...

A bunch of bank cards, debit cards, credit cards, but no money.

Chu Ci: "..." It really is the standard equipment for a wealthy daughter.

Thinking about himself in the past, and looking at Qin Xiang in front of him, Chu Ci took out a dollar (his dinner money) from his pocket and handed it to Qin Xiang.

"You need to bring your own change to take the bus."

"Thank you." After Qin Xiang took it, he raised his eyes and raised his lips to smile at Chu Ci.

As the sun set, the faint yellow halo of the sunset lightly fell on the girl's exquisite and beautiful side face, adding a bit of fantasy to her already outstanding appearance.

Chu Ci's eyes flickered, and he lowered his eyes in a panic to look away, and stopped looking at Qin Xiang.

"The car is here." Qin Xiang's voice sounded.

"I'm leaving first, so go back and get busy."

When Chu Ci raised his eyes, Qin Xiang was waving goodbye to him.

"Bye-Bye."

Seeing Qin Xiang getting into the car, inserting coins, and sitting down, Chu Ci turned around and returned to the milk tea shop.

At ten o'clock in the evening, after finishing his part-time job at the milk tea shop, Chu Ci was about to go home from get off work, but as soon as he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something, turned around and walked towards the memory wall.

The signatures and love of countless people are recorded on the memory wall.

In my mind, I recalled the general direction Qin Xiang was looking at at that time...

Chu Ci found two signatures.

Qin Xiang loves Jiang Mo.

Qin Xiang wants to be with Jiang Mo all his life.

Chu Ci: "... Chick."

"Children play house." Chu Ci said while picking up the post-it note on the side to cover the name "Jiang Mo".

After finishing all this, Chu Ci picked up his bag and prepared to leave.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, he seemed to think of something again, and turned back to frown at the empty post-it note.

"It seems that something is missing..." Chu Ci murmured.

Thinking about it, Chu Ci unconsciously picked up the marker pen on the side and began to draw on the post-it note.

Qin Xiangai [Chu Ci].

Qin Xiang wants to be with 【Chu Ci】for the rest of his life.

Looking at the new name on the post-it note and the two sentences after the changes, Chu Ci only felt that it was much more pleasing to the eye.

Well, I feel a lot better.

Those who haven't eaten dinner don't seem to be so hungry...

[Chu Ci's favorability is increased by 5, and the current favorability is 5. 】

"Let me borrow your name first, and then change my name after you find a new boyfriend."

The corners of Chu Ci's mouth, which had been tense all the time, raised a rare slight arc.

It is undeniable that Chu Ci's impression of Qin Xiang is quite good.

She is a childhood sweetheart and childhood sweetheart, she doesn't do anything and makes trouble, in order to make her boyfriend Jiang Mo not jealous, she consciously stays away from all the male friends around her.

She is beautiful, has a good personality, and her academic performance is among the best in Jiangcheng University.

Of course, the most important thing is... She's very cute. He asked her to take the bus, but she really didn't take a taxi, saving a lot of money on the taxi fare.

Mid-level villa area.

When Qin Xiang walked to the door of his house, he happened to see the door of his neighbor, that is, Chu Ci's house, being opened, and a middle-aged couple walked towards them with two ordinary-looking boys.

The eyes of the two boys lit up when they saw Qin Xiang, and there was a hint of amazement in their eyes.

It was the middle-aged couple who saw Qin Xiang approaching on foot, and a look of disdain and contempt flashed across their faces.

Qin Xiang: "..."