Get a boyfriend after getting the plot wrong

When Cong Jian picked up Aunt Zhou and Yao Chun, she didn't need to worry about the seats, but it was a bit troublesome to go back.

It doesn't matter how you arrange it.

Qin Zhu suggested: "Go see Aunt Zhou, and the three of us will take the subway back."

Cong Jian didn't accept it: "It's not like you can't sit down if you're free."

Qin Zhu reminded him: "It's strange to let Aunt Zhou and young people squeeze together."

Cong Jian: "Then I'll call Old Tang and ask him to come over."

Qin Zhu: "You are too domineering to force other drivers to work overtime!"

Cong Jian: "You play too much."

Qin Zhu: "You have too many things to do!"

Cong Jian: "Not as many as you eat."

Qin Zhu: I was so lucky to be bullied, but I couldn't refute it.

Xia Yuan inserted a fish ball from the hot pot cup that the senior was treating guests to: "Can't Aunt Zhou just sit in the co-pilot?"

Qin Zhu took a string of konjac shreds from his hot pot cup: "Yes, what are you thinking, such a simple thing!"

Cong Jian didn't have a hot pot cup to eat, and Qin Zhu didn't buy one for him.

He didn't want it, but felt that this person had double standards, and he didn't even ask. Why did his junior sister have it, but he didn't?

Bai ran errands for him.

no conscience.

It's not as good as Han Ting, at least Han Ting knows... Forget it, the brat is still far behind Qin Zhu, so it doesn't make people worry at all.

"Look at me?" Qin Zhu hugged his large paper bowl, "What's wrong with eating too much, this is my dinner."

"You only eat this for dinner?" Cong Jian frowned, "What's the matter today?"

"It's not necessarily true, it's just that we have to show that we have eaten later, otherwise Aunt Zhou may invite us to have dinner together." Qin Zhu asked Xia Yuan, "Right?"

"That's right." Xia Yuan nodded, "Aunt Zhou likes to communicate with young people very much."

"It's useless for you to worry about anything." Cong Jian sneered, "I told her that if we make an appointment, it will be over."

Qin Zhu suddenly realized: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

Xia Yuan didn't understand: "Then isn't it good for us to be together?"

Cong Jian explained: "Aunt Zhou thought I was chasing him, so she would be happy to give us a chance to be alone."

"Cough, cough cough... Fortunately, I am used to eating slowly!" Qin Zhu was startled by his shocking words, "What, what's going on, why haven't I heard of it?"

"It's a misunderstanding." Cong Jian explained to Aunt Zhou that she and Qin Zhu were just friends, and she didn't know how the other party understood, "I misunderstood you as my partner before."

"I've never heard of this!" Qin Zhuxin said, I'm not still in the role of a tool person to make the "protagonist" jealous and awkward ten years later, I can't do it, help me, "Did you explain everything clearly?"

"I explained it clearly." She didn't understand clearly, and Cong Jian was helpless, "It's okay, it's convenient this way."

Qin Zhu always felt that Cong Jian was reliable. He said that if the explanation was clear, he must have put in a lot of effort to explain it. He nodded in agreement with trust: "Yes, it's a good excuse."

Xia Yuan: I seem to understand, but I don't understand anything.

As soon as Aunt Zhou heard that Cong Jian and Qin Zhu had an appointment, she let them fly freely.

Yao Chun was also allowed to let go: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, thank you."

"Why, just say so if you don't want to come out." Qin Zhu didn't understand why he didn't want to go to the appointment and still go open, "Don't force it."

"That's not true." Yao Chun sighed, "It's just that I'm under a lot of pressure. Don't look at me...that's Han Ting's mother after all."

Oh, I got it.

The label didn't continue to fade, but stayed in place.

Qin Zhu patted Yao Chun's arms around him, motioning him to let go, don't be so excited.

Not only did Yao Chun not let go, but he hugged him even tighter: "You are the one who gives me the most sense of security."

It doesn't have to be like this, just post an emoji "sticker".

Don't you have no more love for Han Ting?Saying such misleading words again!

Qin Zhu himself didn't misunderstand, but felt that Cong Jian had misunderstood, so he paid special attention to the two of them, always looking over, as if he had something to say!

He didn't really suddenly think that the two of them were a little bit like that, but if he went back and told Han Ting, it didn't seem too good.

Do you need to explain it to him?

Qin Zhu thought of two ways to emphasize the purity of the relationship with his roommates, but when he thought about it, he felt that it was not good enough, and they were all blunt.

He said it as if he was specifically clarifying something for Yao Chun.

If you don't care about who's opinion, how can you be afraid of misunderstanding?

Does Yao Chun still care about Han Ting?The label said he cared, but I don't want to admit it at least now.

Qin Zhu didn't want to expose Yao Chun's feelings for Han Ting by himself.

He went back to school, separated from his roommates and school girls, had dinner with Cong Jian, racked his brains as he walked around, and continued to think about how to hint to Cong Jian.

"Why do you drink milk tea and run so far?" Cong Jian suddenly asked, "Didn't you be very busy recently, talking to me the other day, doing experiments and preparing for a party, are you done?"

"Definitely not." Qin Zhu was suddenly forced to face the tight schedule in late December, a little unhappy, "Take a break from your busy schedule, don't say this when others are enjoying life."

"Run to buy milk tea against the wind and snow to enjoy life?" Cong Jian couldn't figure it out, "Besides, if I really want to sneak out of my busy schedule, I will ask you out first, right?"

"Only half a day of free time." Qin Zhu couldn't say that he was looking for Xia Yuan for business, and wanted to see what was going on with her label, so he squeezed out time, "I still have classes in the evening, and I'm too tight to make an appointment with you. "

Hey wait?What Cong Jian said is a good starting point!

"You won't misunderstand me and my junior, right?" Qin Zhuyi said sternly, "Don't think about it, I definitely have the purest and most sincere care for my junior, just like I have for Lan Yu and Yao Chun ..."

"What kind of words are you talking about?" Thinking wildly, is he going to "make trouble for no reason" next?Cong Jian wanted to poke his head again, "You care about a lot of people."

"I also care about you, care about you." Hey, Cong Jian's label doesn't appear all the time, so I forgot to mention him!

Speaking of which, Cong Jian, Lan Yu, Yao Chun, and Xia Yuan's "other half" all know each other. These people are not really a "series of articles".

The orientation is still mixed, and the thinking is too broad.

Qin Zhu doesn't really regard living people as novel characters, but occasionally enters the reader's perspective for self-entertainment.

It's a bit tiring to always keep secrets by yourself, so let's relax once in a while.

"I don't see where you have any sincerity in caring about me." Walking downstairs to Qin Zhu's dormitory, Cong Jian said, "I didn't see you saying thank you, driver, when I sent you back."

"Aren't you mainly sending Yao Chun?" Qin Zhu couldn't help but break up with him, and after thinking about it, Cong Jian would always take the initiative to send him back. He was careless and just talked for a while, "I was wrong, I was wrong , Master driver, you have worked hard, is the driver satisfied with the food for the evening? The driver is so kind, next time I will squeeze out pocket money to add chicken legs to you!"

"Is your living expenses really enough?" Cong Jian asked him with a frown, "Are you full?"

"Did you forget that I made a bowl of meatballs or something? Don't look at it, it's all a small bunch, and the weight is quite heavy." Qin Zhu was a little reserved for the formal dinner, and ordered a small portion of noodle soup. "A string of three, ten strings of thirty, twenty strings..."

"Don't forget it, I won't watch you eat twenty skewers to death." Cong Jian thought about it, and indeed he ate a lot, "Okay, let's go upstairs, I'm going back. I'll deliver it to you, remember Five-star praise."

"It's all fifteen stars now, okay?" Qin Zhupin said.

After thinking about it carefully, it was really quite the case. Cong Jian would come to him for dinner appointments, bring him food on the way, and send him back to school.

Tsk, why does it feel like people are posting back.

"Wait for me, I'll go upstairs to get your care." Qin Zhu had planned to express his gratitude to Cong Jian after the holidays at the end of the year, but at this point, there is no need to be so dogmatic, "Stand Hall, don't move around."

"Go ahead." Cong Jian didn't listen to him, "I'll go up with you to save you from running up and down."

How could there be such a caring person!Qin Zhu was very moved, and then agreed.

If you can't climb the sixth floor back and forth, of course you won't climb.

Cong Jian glanced at Qin Zhu, who was immediately full of motivation, and said that going upstairs to get things seemed like a sacrifice, and when he heard that he didn't need to climb up and down, he immediately regained his energy.

The little lazy pig.

"Don't think that I can't climb stairs." Qin Zhu justified his physical strength as he walked, "You will know if you climb more, it really becomes numb the more you walk, especially when you forget to bring a book...to eat ah?"

Cong Jian watched him greet the passing classmates all the way, and asked him after walking to the door of their dormitory, "Why do you know everyone?"

"Strength does not allow me to keep a low profile." Qin Zhu wanted to be vague, and seeing Cong Jian's disbelief, he explained, "Last year, someone sprained his ankle when playing with the dormitory next door. I am responsible for carrying him upstairs every day. That stuff was just right, my roommate sprained his ankle again."

In the end, all the students in the dormitory saw him carry someone upstairs every day.

Cong Jian didn't know what to say: "...you are quite strong."

"Of course, strong and full of energy!" Qin Zhu waved his arms and opened his cabinet to get things.

No one is in the dormitory.

Fang, who struggled in front of the computer every day, wanted to take an elective. It was almost the end of the semester, and he got a facelift from the elective teacher.

You never know which roll call will count towards the normal score.

"Here." Qin Zhu handed the New Year's gift wrapped in a beige bag to Cong Jian, "The delicate boy agrees to use it."

Cong Jian was stunned, he didn't expect that Qin Zhu would really give him something serious.

Delicate boy—how could there be an ominous premonition.

"Your size is a little hard to buy, and I don't know if it fits or not." Seeing that Cong Jian was not making a sound or moving, Qin Zhu encouraged him, "Open it and have a look, open it and see it?"

yard, size.

It seems to be the "do not sneak shot" clothes he mentioned.

Cong Jian felt relieved, opened the bag and took it out...

"This brand is not bad. People as delicate as Yao Chun fall in love with it." Qin Zhu is very confident in his choice. "The underwear is also good, but the socks are not so good. I don't recommend it."

Cong Jian didn't understand: "What is this?"

"Autumn clothes and long johns." Qin Zhu pulled up his sweater to show him, "It's very close-fitting, not cumbersome at all, light as nothing, super elastic, like a second layer of skin - this is their copywriting , not what I said."

Cong Jian had seen his autumn clothes before, and now he found that he specially coordinated the colors with sweaters and coats, at least today, he wore them gradually.

"Beasts have to molt in autumn and winter, so wearing long johns won't damage your image." Qin Zhu skillfully put the clothes back and fastened the buttons on the bag, "Okay, I wish you a happy new year, goodbye."

Cong Jian was speechless for a while before saying, "What do you think..."

"It's a bit strange, next time I will change to a gas recharge card - go away, don't stay too long." Afraid that he would refuse, Qin Zhu simply jumped behind him and pushed him out, "Remember to say hello to Auntie! "

Cong Jian didn't resist his strength, and obediently walked out the door, turned around to talk again, Qin Zhu had already closed the dormitory door hastily.

Cong Jian thought it was you who made the atmosphere strange: "What's wrong with you being poisoned, so guilty?"

Qin Zhu refused to accept it, and opened the door to debate: "What is...!"

False, he is false.

Wouldn't the one who opened the door and saw his friend covered in blood be so frightened that he fainted!