Bai Yueguang always thinks she is a substitute

Yan Yao is the kind of person who is born with a flashlight, and can attract everyone's attention wherever he goes.

During the military training, the School of Languages ​​and the School of Management were separated by more than half of the playground, but some people still ran there after a break, until Yan Yao said to the little girls: "I like men."

Successfully dispersed half of the crowd.

At the opening ceremony, Yan Yao spoke as a freshman representative, and also answered impromptu questions from the host senior.

"Student Yan Yao, may I ask why you chose to major in Spanish? As far as I know, science students rarely choose to learn languages."

Yan Yao was still standing in front of the standing microphone. After hearing this unexpected question, he lowered his head slightly, grinned, and melted the thin ice covering his body.

"Maybe it's because I want to know Lorca."

The clearly cold voice was gentle and lingering at the moment, crashing into the heart of someone who was passing by the door of the auditorium.

Ji Zhuyi went to listen to a professional class of Spanish, met him by chance at the restaurant Yan Yao often went to, and went to the library to borrow the book that Yan Yao had just returned.

Yan Yao accepted Ji Zhuyi in his sophomore year.

They moved out of the dorms in their junior year.

Then go to practice in senior year.

Finally broke up at graduation.

Like countless campus lovers, enjoy the enviable four years of good time, and leave a body of injury.

Ji Zhuyi was lying on the bed with someone in his arms that he would never forget for six years.

He thought to himself, this is the same bed but different dreams.

Ji Zhuyi pulled Yan Yao into his arms, Yan Yao grunted in his sleep, and immediately accepted the hug that was too tight.

Also a good night's sleep.

The next day, Ji Zhuyi asked Weng Jinque out.

This private restaurant needs to be booked a long time in advance, Weng Jinque is usually too lazy to come, this time he took advantage of Master Ji's Dongfeng to have a good time, he naturally focused on the exquisite dishes.

But while he was eating, the young master opposite suddenly stopped his chopsticks and stared at him seriously.

Like in slow motion, Weng Jinque spat out the spare ribs he was holding in his mouth, and stared back.

Ji Zhuyi frowned: "You are sick, you eat as soon as you eat, and you still spit it out? Is it disgusting?"

Weng Jinque had a laugh, and stuffed the spit-out ribs back into his mouth: "Uncle Ji has nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall, tell me quickly, why do you want me out?"

"It's okay, you eat yours, I agreed to treat you to dinner last time."

"Last time... huh?" Weng Jinque's eyes flashed with gossip, "Isn't it Ji Zhuyi, you're enlightened!? You really have a young model?"

Ji Zhuyi turned his head to take a breath, but his ears were a little red.

He couldn't bear Weng Jinque's scorching gaze, and finally said awkwardly: "I just want to ask you how to be a good patron."

"It's not easy to be a benefactor? Spend money, then play, and then change to another one when you get tired of playing, and the children and grandchildren will be endless~"

Ji Zhuyi was a little displeased by his wording, frowned and said, "If you don't know how to quote scriptures, don't use them. You don't have to worry about your father beating you if you talk nonsense all day long. Tell me in detail, how to pay, and... what to use?" Attitude towards him?"

When Weng Jinque heard his father's wilting, he said listlessly: "Send a suite and send a car, bring a gift when you go, and give some resources when he begs you. The attitude must be lofty, and you must stay away. You can't make him feel that you like him, or you should kick your nose in the face."

Ji Zhuyi nodded thoughtfully, motioning him to continue eating, and he paid the bill first and left.

High above?Immediately?

understood.