Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Quan Jiuxi nodded and turned to look at Mo Zhenxiong and Mo Qinghan not far away.

It was unknown what the two of them said. Mo Qinghan's expression was still ugly, but seemed to be a little more relaxed than before.

She walked up to Mo Qinghan, looked at the boy's tense face, and suddenly said, "We're leaving, can you give me a hug?"

Su Manli and Mo Zhenxiong were both stunned and wanted to say something in unison.

"Xiao Xi, Qinghan doesn't like..." Mo Zhenxiong was interrupted by the scene in front of him before he finished speaking.

Mo Qinghan almost immediately took a step forward and hugged Quan Jiuxi gently but with great force.

His movements were a little stiff, and his arms were wrapped around her waist with such force that he seemed to want to rub her into his bones and blood.

His face was buried in the crook of her neck, his breath carrying the fresh scent unique to a teenager, yet mixed with a barely perceptible tremor.

Su Manli: “…”

Mo Zhenxiong: “…”

When did the relationship between these two siblings become so good?

How come they don't know?

"Can I come to you?" Mo Qinghan's voice was very soft, with a hint of cautious pleading, like a little animal afraid of being rejected, sounding softly in her ears.

Quan Jiuxi felt the warmth in his arms and the suppressed uneasiness, raised his hand and gently patted his back, his voice softening: "Of course."

The plane slowly glided across the runway and soared into the sky.

Quan Jiuxi sat by the window, looking at the city getting smaller and smaller outside the window, without much emotion in his heart.

She knew that her journey abroad had just begun.

Three months passed like quicksand through your fingers.

Quan Jiuxi has almost become a legend in his school in London.

No one knows what magic this girl from the East has. Not only can she talk with the professor in finance class, but she can even accurately predict the rise and fall of the stock market.

In just three months, her name became known not only to everyone in the school, but her story also began to circulate in the financial circles of Wall Street.

More and more people speculate that the "Q" who is stirring up trouble in secret is the Chinese girl who shines brightly on the London campus.

That afternoon, Quan Jiuxi had just finished a class and walked out of the teaching building when he saw a red sports car parked not far away.

The car door opened, and a blond and blue-eyed boy leaned against the side of the car, giving her a bright smile. It was Angus.

"Xi!" Angus called out, waving. He was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans. The sunlight shone on his golden hair, making it look like it was gilded. His smile was as warm as the summer sun. "There's a party tonight, want to go with us?"

Quan Jiuxi frowned, walked straight past him without stopping.

For three months, Angus's pursuit had been almost public.

He sent her flowers every day, waited for her downstairs of the dormitory, and invited her to various parties. His enthusiasm was so great that she was a little overwhelmed.

"Xi, wait a minute!" Angus quickly caught up with her, holding a bunch of bright red roses.

"I know you like quiet, but tonight's party is different. There will be many senior people in the financial circle, which may be helpful to you."

Quan Jiuxi stopped and turned to look at him, his eyes cold and without any warmth:

"Angus, I've said this many times before, we're not suitable."

Angus's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal, but the light in his eyes dimmed a little:

"you do not like me?"

Quan Jiuxi's voice remained calm, yet with an unquestionable firmness, "I only have friendship for you."

Angus looked into her clear and cold eyes and knew that it was useless to insist.

He sighed, handed the rose to the girl passing by, shrugged at Quan Jiuxi, and tried to look more casual:

"Okay, I respect your choice. But as a friend, you can't keep avoiding me, right?"

Quan Jiuxi felt a little relieved: "It's okay to be friends, but don't send flowers anymore, and don't wait for me anymore."

Angus' eyes lit up and he nodded immediately: "No problem! The party that night..."

"No." Quan Jiuxi refused without hesitation, turned around and continued walking forward.

Angus looked at her back and smiled helplessly.

He knew Quan Jiuxi's character. Once he made a decision, it would be difficult to change it.

But he didn't intend to give up. After all, a beautiful and intelligent girl like Quan Jiuxi was worth his time pursuing.

When Quan Jiuxi returned to the dormitory, her roommate Lucy was wearing a facial mask. When she saw her come in, she immediately took off the mask and came over curiously:

"Xi, Angus is looking for you again? Seriously, he's handsome, his family is rich, and he treats you so well, are you really not tempted?"

Quan Jiuxi took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, then walked to the desk, sat down, and turned on the computer: "Not interested."

Lucy curled her lips and muttered:

"I really don't understand you. Do you know how many girls in school envy you? Angus is the most handsome guy on campus."

Quan Jiuxi ignored her complaints and his eyes fell on the computer screen, which showed the K-line chart of the stock market. The lines fluctuated, just like human hearts.

Her fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard, her eyes focused and serious. The sunlight shone through the window onto her profile, outlining her perfect jawline and long eyelashes. Her cold beauty was even more dazzling than the sunlight outside the window.

Lucy looked at her serious expression and sighed helplessly.

She knew that in Quan Jiuxi's heart, only those cold numbers and curves could make her truly devoted.

As for matters of the heart, it's probably hard to impress her.

But what Lucy didn't know was that Quan Jiuxi's eyes moved slightly when he swept across the message prompt that popped up in the lower right corner of the screen.

It was a message from Mo Qinghan, consisting of only three simple words:

"I have arrived."