The fake daughter quit and got married to the boss

Chi Lin didn't mean to say anything, so he closed the door after he finished speaking.

The Wisteria Corridor is the most beautiful check-in spot in the school.

It is a must-go place for young couples on dates, but it has nothing to do with Tong Yu.

Qi Yue really liked going there, finding a remote and quiet bench and sitting there with a book in hand for the whole day.

Although this is a private high school for children from wealthy families and the restrictions are not that strict, students cannot be allowed to skip classes for a single day.

No matter which teacher went, they would be discouraged by the boy's cold and indifferent eyes.

In some ways, Qi Yue is autistic.

One day, the head teacher asked Tongyu to go.

Because his daughter and Tongyu don't get along, he wants to embarrass Tongyu.

The girl walked straight up to the boy and raised her chin proudly: "Aren't you going to class?"

The teachers who were watching from a distance widened their eyes because the young man stood up.

Under the sea of wisteria flowers, the petals sway gently in the breeze.

The young man had one hand in his pocket, his face was noble, and his eyes were filled with cold indifference.

But he slowed down his pace, waiting for the girl behind him.

Only when he looked at her, those slightly cool and light eyes would be tinged with emotions.

Lonely and melancholy, obsessed with love.

The flower language of Wisteria: persistent and affectionate love.

The head teacher who deliberately wanted to see Tongyu make a fool of herself disappeared.

He will never appear in front of Tong Yu again.

From then on, there was an unwritten rule in No. 1 Middle School.

As long as Qi Yue skips class and goes to the Wisteria Corridor, and lets Tong Yu go, she will definitely be able to bring the person back.

Qi Yue stared at the person in his arms, his Adam's apple rolling, "Why are you crying at Ziteng?"

His heartbeat was rapid and strong in his chest, and he curled his fingers.

In the past, he would not even dare to think about this, and it was out of reach.

There was a clear heartbeat in her ears, and Tongyu's heart danced uncontrollably along with him.

Why go to Wisteria to cry...

I didn't just cry once, I cried many times.

She was used to the boy sitting there with an upright posture and holding a book, and she was used to finding extremely difficult math problems to challenge him.

I am even used to asking him to go to class together.

I have a bunch of wisteria flowers in my hand, but I don't know what to use them for.

Deep longing and persistent waiting.

The flower language of wisteria: lingering longing.

Tong Yu wiped her tears and said in a low voice: "I didn't get full marks in the exam, so I cried because I got beaten."

Qi Yue curled his lips and smiled, then lifted her chin and leaned over.

"Tongyu, I have a hundred-year-old wisteria tree in my estate abroad."

Tong Yu was forced to raise her head to accept his kiss, with tiny tears lingering at the corners of her eyes.

Her thick and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Wisteria flower language: eternal love.

After lunch, Tong Yu took a nap in Qi Yue’s office.

Qi Yue went to see Chi Lin.

He took off his coat and wore only a black shirt. His eyebrows and eyes were so deep that no one dared to peek.

Although they were high school classmates and both came from wealthy families, Chi Lin's class could not be compared with Qi Yue's.

He was a little embarrassed. "Chairman, what can I do for you?"

Qi Yue raised his eyes and asked, "Why is Tong Yu crying in the Wisteria Corridor?"

Chi Lin was stunned for a moment and said, "I don't know either. I often go there to read books and I've seen her sitting on the bench in a daze several times."

When he got closer, he saw that she was crying.

Qi Yue tightened his hands on the sofa and said in a hoarse voice, "So you let her touch your abdominal muscles."

Chi Lin said dryly: "...Yeah, actually that's not the case."

As she spoke, she made him blush, "Well, I wanted to buy a car at that time, and she had money."

Qi Yue: “How much?”

Chi Lin slowly stretched out a finger: "Half an hour + taking photos, one million."

Qi Yue: “…”