Sweet!The boss in the Beijing circle seduces and pets the gentle and soft little fairy

Ying Tang is only a freshman in high school this year, but she regards Jiang Wansheng as her role model, and she is determined to be admitted to the Chinese Department of Fuhua University.

So she suggested greedily, if she could write a message to her.

Jiang Wansheng readily agreed.

The girl's brushstrokes are soft and graceful, with the same gentleness as her temperament.

One stroke at a time, she carefully wrote a message:

"May your sincere and enthusiastic heart never fail.——From Jiang Wansheng"

Ying Tang was secretly excited, his hands were trembling slightly when he took the book back, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop laughing.

After thanking Jiang Wansheng, he reluctantly left.

When she reached the elevator door, she lowered her head and looked at the page repeatedly, unable to put it down.

When the elevator door opened, she didn't look up, she walked in subconsciously.

"what!"

A burst of impact hit her, and her already thin body fell backwards, and the book in her hand almost fell out instantly.

Ying Tang was knocked down to the ground all of a sudden, and the book that was supposed to be in her arms fell to the ground quickly after drawing a beautiful parabola in the air.

Before he had time to pick it up, a bowl of unknown soup was thrown down, completely soaking the whole book.

She sat stiffly in place, looking at the "Fate" soaked in the soup, and couldn't accept it for a while.

The person who bumped into her hurried over, wrapped her big hands around her slender arms, and pulled her up from the ground.

Then a clean and clear male voice sounded from the top of the head: "I'm sorry, sorry, I was too anxious to leave just now, so I didn't see it."

Ying Tang stared blankly at the book, and when she regained her senses, she shook off his hand and quickly walked over to pick up the horrible book.

When I held it in my hand, the pages of the book were still dripping with soup.

Not to mention the message that Jiang Wansheng signed for her just now, the handwriting was smudged into black.

Her eyes were red, her nose was sour, and she felt unspeakably wronged.

Qin Weishu looked at the little girl in front of him who was about to cry, with a look of annoyance.

The handle of the takeaway bag was broken just now, so he could only hold the hot bottom of the box, just wanting to go back quickly, completely oblivious to the girl in front of him.

He frowned and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention when I walked. What's the name of your book? I'll pay you now."

"That... don't cry."

Ying Tanghong looked at him intently, wanted to get angry but couldn't help it.

He didn't pay attention to walking, and he didn't feel better.

But she was still distressed, and her tone of voice was involuntarily filled with dissatisfaction when she spoke.

"You can't afford it."

Qin Weishu felt sorry, "I'll see what kind of book it is, no matter how expensive it is."

He took a few steps closer, trying to see the title of the book clearly.

But the girl had already taken a few steps back with the book in her hand, showing her refusal.

Ying Tang: "I don't want to tell you anymore."

It's no use talking to him, and he can't help.

She wondered if it would be too impolite to go to Sister Wan Sheng to ask for a new one now.

Qin Weishu frowned, feeling that the girl's temper was really awkward, she didn't say a word, but her eyes were red as if she was about to cry, which made him feel even more guilty.

He sighed, turned around and grabbed the wrist of the girl who was about to walk away.

The girl glared at him.

He raised his eyebrows.

He had never been glared at by someone younger than him.

He pulled the person in front of him and took away the wet book. The girl rushed over to grab it in surprise, but he dodged back: "Speak clearly, I don't want to owe anyone anything."

"If this book has any special meaning, I can find a friend to help you restore it. If it is difficult to buy, I will try my best to compensate you for a new one. After all, I have to solve the problem so that you won't suffer."

The girl pursed her lips, "There is a message from my idol on it, and I just asked her to sign it."

There is grievance inside and outside the words.

Qin Weishu opened the cover, and a bunch of blurred black words were crumpled together.

But it's not a big deal, "Who is your idol, I'll contact someone, and I'll sign another one for you."

Ying Tang twisted her fingers behind her back, and said half-believingly, "Do you know Jiang Wansheng?"

Qin Weishu was taken aback, suspecting that he had heard wrong: "Who?"

She was not surprised, "I knew you didn't know him."

Qin Weishu was overjoyed, and suddenly remembered that there was really no one else in the ward on this floor except his old man.

It turned out that I just finished looking for my little aunt.

No wonder.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Your idol is my little aunt, do you think I recognize you?"

"Come on, come with me, I'll take you to find her."

Ying Tang didn't react, "...huh?"

"But, but I don't have a place for her to sign."

Qin Weishu: "I have a newly bought notebook, can I use that?"

"There are only a few pages written in it, and you can tear them up."

"……Row."

Ying Tang agreed slowly.

Qin Weishu: "That's it, let's go."

……

Jiang Wansheng was answering emails on the sofa, and when she looked up, she saw Qin Weishu leading a girl in. She was even more surprised when she saw the person coming.

She didn't understand why, "You..."

Qin Weishu scratched his head: "I accidentally stained the book you signed for her, so I can only ask my aunt to sign it again."

Jiang Wansheng looked at Ying Tang's red eyes, stood up and patted her head.

"It's okay, so where do I write?"

Qin Weishu walked aside, pulled out a dark gray hard-shell notebook from his black backpack, and handed it over.

Jiang Wansheng's hand holding the pen froze.

"here?"

Qin Weishu: "No way, there is no place to sign the book."

Jiang Wansheng couldn't help laughing, and rewrote his message.

Still write carefully.

After signing, Qin Weishu handed the cover to Ying Tang.

Ying Tang quickly took it, "Thank you sister."

The reddish lips were raised upwards, and the smile was sweet and lovely.

Qin Weishu's eyes flashed, he shook his head, and sent the person away.

After he came back, he scratched his head irritably, "Your takeaway was a waste, and the extra meal failed. You should just eat the sick meal."

The old man squinted at him, and said angrily, "You're only so old, you can make girls cry."

Qin Weishu slumped on the sofa, "I really didn't see it."

He really couldn't see such a petite girl in his line of sight.

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Downstairs, in a taxi.

Ying Tang came down with his notebook in his arms, and Ying Zhou was already waiting in the car.

When she got in the car, Ying Zhou asked the driver to drive, looked at the things in her arms, and asked doubtfully, "Did you take this when you went up?"

"No, there was something wrong with that book, so I changed the notebook."

Ying Tang opened the cover, and handed the page signed by Jiang Wansheng to Ying Zhou.

"Look, my sister signed it for me."

Ying Zhou glanced at the beautiful handwriting on it, then closed it, and unconsciously groped the surface with his fingers, the touch was a bit rough, but it had to be said to be very textured.

There were some small ups and downs in the lower right corner, he paused and looked intently.

In a deep recessed trace, there are three artistic letters——

"Q.WS"