The husband and wife of a wealthy school

Zhao Yan did not come to the library that night in his previous life. When he came back from the Grand Hyatt Hotel, he saw that the other three people in the dormitory had put up their tents. He was a little hurt and went to bed early.

Seeing Yan Cheng for the third time in one day, Zhao Yan felt that it was a little weird.

There is heating in the study room in the library, and it is not cold at all to sit in it.Yan Cheng's scarf was placed on the empty chair next to him. It was a thick brown woolen scarf, which looked soft and warm.There is a cup of hot drink on his right hand, and the logo of the school's milk tea shop is printed on the hot drink paper cup.

A big cartoon smiling face, above the smiling face are three big characters, cute and big face.

There is a strong coffee smell wafting from the straw of the hot drink.

This person really caught a cold, and the intermittent coughing continued.

Zhao Yan, who had already stood up and was about to leave, sat back down again. Perhaps the smell of coffee wafting from the front had a refreshing effect. His concentration on reading a book was never interrupted by the sound of coughing, even though the sound of coughing did not weaken or disappear. .

Bright fluorescent lamps shone in the empty study room, driving the darkness out of the glass windows.Some raindrops hit the glass window, the raindrops went from sparse to dense, and finally converged into a stream of water that slid down the glass.

In the study room heated by the radiator, there were only two people left.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Yan's concentration was interrupted again, not by the sound of coughing, but by the sound of being knocked on the table.

Along the table, he first saw a hand, a beautiful hand, with delicate skin, long knuckles, healthy pink nails, and the nails were trimmed flat and round.

Such hands can involuntarily remind people of the black and white keys on a piano.

Zhao Yan followed his hands and off-white sleeves to see Yan Cheng's face, and then he stared blankly at the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

Yan Cheng raised his chin high, put his other hand under his nostrils to prevent the snot from flowing out, and said softly, "Student, do you have any tissues?"

From this angle, Zhao Yan could see his pointed chin raised high and his slender and graceful neck.

Zhao Yan took out a pack of tissues from his bag and handed it to him, Yan Cheng took it and quickly pulled out one, covered his nose, and didn't forget to say thank you, but just said "thank you" as "daddy".

Zhao Yan: "..." Most probably didn't recognize him.

Yan Cheng turned around and continued to drink coffee while reading, and put the hot drink cup on the radiator against the wall to keep warm.

Zhao Yan looked around and only saw empty seats. At some point, only the two of them were left in the study room. He guessed that most of the others were disturbed by Yan Cheng's coughing.

When Yan Cheng turned around just now, Zhao Yan saw a book spread out on his desk.Zhao Yan thought to himself, no wonder he is a top student, he has a bad cold and has to study so late while drinking coffee.

Obviously he can rely on his face to make a living, and he can fight his father, but he still has to work so hard.

Yan Cheng actually recognized Zhao Yan, after all, he had only seen him a few hours ago, but the thinking mode of the young master who doesn't know the sufferings of the world is different from that of ordinary people.

You drugged and wanted to have sex with me, it was because I was so attractive, you did something wrong and caused me to take a cold shower and catch a cold, isn’t it only natural for me to ask you to borrow a tissue.

Even if it's a rumor that you were wronged, I'm also a victim, okay? It's not that I framed you to spread your rumors. What if you borrow a tissue from your classmates?

Rumors are as common as eating and sleeping, shouldn't they be forgotten after eating? !

Yan Cheng took out a small book from under the books spread out on the desk to continue reading. There were two half-naked men drawn on the cover of this small book. A gay dude forced it on him.

At first he felt disgusted and threw it into the pile of books.Later, when he was looking for a reference book, he accidentally turned over this book and read it casually when he had nothing to do. Rhythm.

Usually, he would put this book under the pillow and read it in bed before going to bed at night, but tonight it was too noisy in the dormitory, so he put the small book in his professional books and brought it out.

If you have a cold and are not in good condition, reading a professional book and occasionally reading a small book can be considered a combination of work and rest, and it can also refresh your mind.

Of course, the cover of the book has already been covered with an opaque cover by him.

At 12 o'clock in the morning, Yan Cheng put away his books, put them in a black backpack, put on a scarf, and walked to the door with the backpack.

Zhao Yan heard the sound of hot drink paper cups being thrown into the trash can from the direction of the door.

Packing up the books, and going downstairs to the library door, Zhao Yan realized that it was really raining, the rain was not light, and the chill was piercing.He took out the umbrella from his bag and was about to prop it up when he found a man standing over the pillar...

Yan Cheng was on the phone, "...I'm at the entrance of the library without an umbrella, please bring me an umbrella..." As he was speaking, he saw Zhao Yan, who was holding an umbrella in his hand, and pointed at the phone Said: "You wait."

He put the phone away, raised his voice and asked Zhao Yan: "Student, do you have an extra umbrella?"

Zhao Yan nodded.

Yan Cheng put the phone back to his ear and said to the other end, "No need, a classmate brought an extra umbrella."

Yan Cheng never remembers to bring an umbrella when he goes out, but he always thinks that others will bring extra umbrellas, because every time he asks people this way, he gets the same answer - "yes"

He wouldn't think that this result was made by himself, he thought he was lucky.

Naturally, he couldn't see those who lent him umbrellas, because they didn't have umbrellas, and drenched themselves in water.

Yan Cheng hung up the phone, took the umbrella from Zhao Yan, and thanked casually: "Classmate, thank you, I will return it to you another day, your name is Zhao Yan, right?"

Zhao Yan: "..." He thought that Yan Cheng didn't recognize him, this EQ... He felt that even if he was reborn ten times, he wouldn't be able to catch up.

Yan Cheng saw the rag bag on Zhao Yan's back, pointed to the bag curiously and said, "Your bag is very distinctive, with a bit of Bohemian style and a bit of ethnic style."

This bag is the cloth bag that Zhao Yan's mother put together with blue and white rags. The rags are still leftovers from making clothes, and the country people know it.

Zhao Yan didn't quite understand what Yan Cheng was talking about, but he only knew that he meant to praise the package, "...this is our local specialty, if you like it, I'll bring you one next semester."

At worst, let the mother make one.

Yan Cheng: "That's so embarrassing, you don't get paid for nothing, so, if you bring me one, I'll give you one too. I have a lot of bags at home that I don't need."

Zhao Yan: "Yes."

Yan Cheng's snot came down again, he took out a tissue to wipe his nose, his nose was red and red, reminding Zhao Yan of the overripe strawberries in his field.Yan Cheng pulled up the scarf, put the hat on the back of the down jacket on his head, held up the umbrella and was about to leave.

Zhao Yan wanted to say something ever since he saw Yan Cheng and his coffee, but he didn't know how to say it.The current relationship between him and Yan Cheng is logically awkward, but Yan Cheng's attitude that nothing happened made him a little uncertain.

At this time, he still said: "It's best not to drink coffee when you have a cold, it's not good for your condition."

Hearing this, Yan Cheng stopped in his tracks, turned around, and said in a firm tone, "Didn't drinking coffee cure headaches?!" He had a cold, and it was time for him to feel dizzy.

Zhao Yan: "..." Nine out of ten people who said this have no good intentions.

The thing is like this, when Yan Cheng was in junior high school, he was very lethargic for a while.It is the fattening mode of eating and sleeping, and the mode of falling asleep in minutes after eating and sitting on a stool.At that time, he had a cat named Bao'er. He used to pull Bao'er's hair to prevent it from sleeping. During that time, Bao'er often pulled his hair and begged him to get up and stroke himself.

Yan Cheng's father was busy with work, so he seldom took care of family affairs, and his stepmother didn't care much about his cheap son. At that time, the servants who took care of him were anxious.

I invited the doctor to my home, looked left and right, and said that there was no problem, saying that it was the reason for the peak growth and development during puberty.

But it's not a problem to sleep at home all day. The servant didn't pay, so he figured out a way to let him drink coffee.At that time, he slept too much and made himself suffer from headaches, so the servant told him that drinking coffee can cure headaches.He drank coffee, stopped sleeping all day, and his headaches stopped.Since then, he has been convinced that drinking coffee can cure headaches.

Zhao Yan: "Drinking coffee can't cure headaches."

Compared with Yan Cheng's affirmative tone, Zhao Yan felt that his correct words were not convincing at all.

Yan Cheng left, took Zhao Yan's umbrella with him, and the rain was still falling.

Zhao Yan put the bag on his head and rushed into the rain curtain. In the invisible darkness, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.For the entire 15 years in his last life, he didn't know what Yan Cheng was like.