The husband and wife of a wealthy school

Yan Cheng's mobile phone is black, smooth and warm to the touch. He took it out of his jacket pocket just now, and it still carried his body temperature.The back cover of the mobile phone has an iPhone Apple logo that no one in China will recognize a few years later. Zhao Yan knew that there was already an Apple mobile phone in 08.

What he didn't even know was that this was the iPhone 3G, a new product launched by Apple in July.

It was a birthday present from Yancheng's father this year, but it was not given by his father himself, but bought by his father's secretary.

At that time, Yan Cheng said to his father's secretary: "Uncle Zhong, why don't I call you little daddy? You see, from childhood to adulthood, you arranged everything for me, and you gave me the money."

"Young master, please forgive me. If you really call it that, Mayor Yan will arrange for me to go to the county with the highest altitude in Tibet tomorrow to eat rice bran and swallow vegetables to observe the people's sentiments. Mayor Yan still loves you very much, he just Work is too busy."

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Before Zhao Yan finished speaking, the mobile phone he was holding to his ear was suddenly taken away.The man's hand touched his hand, it was soft and warm, arousing electric currents that went straight to his brain, Zhao Yan's mind went blank for a moment, and his neck began to turn red.

Yan Cheng put the phone to his ear, and continued to say to the other end of the phone: "Sorry, Comrade Police, it was a misunderstanding, you don't need to come."

Zhao Yan stood there with his neck red. He felt that he was ridiculous. How could he be like this regardless of time and place... He was so hungry and thirsty.

Now is not the year of the tiger and wolf who was 33 years old in the previous life. This 18-year-old body is supposed to not be so sensitive.

Liu Guohua's face was completely darkened, what the hell do you mean, a thief shouting "Stop a thief?"Who gave him the guts!

Yan Cheng put away his phone and said, "Student, do you know that it is very troublesome to call the police. They have come, and to collect evidence, we have to follow them to the police station to make notes. I didn't say you took my money," He pointed to Liu Guohua who had a dark face on one side, "He is neither a witness nor the owner, he is just a nonsense, I apologize to you on his behalf."

"Acheng..."

Zhao Yan had never heard Liu Guohua speak in such a tone of a little milk dog.

But after only making a sound, Yan Cheng stopped him with his eyes.

Yan Cheng didn't wear his off-white down jacket today. He wore a black mid-length woolen coat, with a little waistline pinched out, and the legs underneath were straight and long, like tall and straight poplars.The black lined his face and neck, as smooth as fine white jade.

Zhao Yan found that his gaze was a bit uncontrollable, he quickly looked away, and said, "It's okay, just return the wallet to its original owner."

Before leaving, Yan Cheng kindly reminded: "Student, do you have a fever? Look, your neck is red."

"It seems a bit." Zhao Yan said without embarrassment.

Yan Cheng and Liu Guohua left the bathroom and went out. Liu Guohua was holding back just now, and now he finally didn't have to hold back: "Ah Cheng, I clearly saw him open your wallet just now, do you really believe him?"

Yan Cheng: "Guohua, have you looked at his lips?"

"Lips?! What's the matter?" Liu Guohua was a little confused. He suspected that he had heard wrong, so he stopped and picked his ears.

After reacting, Yan Cheng's face remained unchanged: "No, did you look into his eyes?"

What the fuck, why can't he forget that lip, a man's lips, could it be that he has watched too much of "Those Years Who Were Raised by the Overlord".Yan Cheng decided to exercise restraint in the future, changing from watching half an hour every night before going to bed to half an hour every other day.

What the fuck, how did he learn the habit of swearing from Liu Guohua!

"Why the fuck should I look into his eyes?! Disgusting!" Liu Guohua always raised his voice when he swears.

Yan Cheng: "Eyes don't deceive people. The eyes of someone who steals money won't be like that. He'll be nervous and dodge fear, and he won't be so open and calm."

"Frank?! Who the hell is frank, I think he is a thief. Ah Cheng, have you forgotten what happened before?" Liu Guohua was not convinced.

Yan Cheng: "What's the matter?"

Liu Guohua sighed helplessly: "Forget it, it's nothing."

Liu Guohua is the son of the housekeeper at their main house in Yancheng. The two are about the same age. They grew up together, studied together, and entered the same university. Their relationship is like brothers.

In fact, Yan Cheng's father wanted Liu Guohua to be the prince's companion. Without his biological mother, his biological father would not be able to take care of him. If he has a companion, he can't go wrong.

The main house of his family in Yancheng is very large and luxurious, and this is not due to his father. The mayor of Yancheng is honest and honest, and does not take a single cent of the people.This is the credit of his stepmother, who has a very strong business background, so the combination of government and business, both parties are thriving.

When Zhao Yan returned to the dormitory, Chen Xiangdong was not in the dormitory. He probably went to the library to chew on the key points drawn this morning.Needless to say, Liu Li was playing games again, while Jiang Hai lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

Seeing Zhao Yan enter the door, Jiang Hai sat up, he still hadn't forgotten what happened yesterday: "Zhao Yan, did you meet the group of girls who wanted to clean you up today?"

"No, if you encounter it, I'll tell you." Zhao Yan took off his coat and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After washing, I climbed into bed, sat under the covers and read a book.There is heating in the dormitory, but it is still cold to sit on the chair with bare feet and read a book.

The dark gray curtain hung down a bit to block the light, so he raised the curtain on the other side of the lamp.

In his last life, his grades this semester were not good, so he would not fail the class, but he was far from the scholarship.

The contents in his memory that he thought were difficult before now seem to be very simple. Knowledge is linked to each other.

Unfortunately, the time interval was too long, and he couldn't remember the test questions for this exam at all.But this is also good, start from the beginning and learn it again seriously. After laying a solid foundation, the subsequent learning will become easier and easier, so that you can better apply what you have learned in the future.

There is no shortcut to learning clinical practice, you can only learn it seriously, memorize it seriously, let the knowledge be engraved in your mind, and then you will be handy when you take part in the work.

Zhao Yan has always known these things, but unfortunately, he did not do well in his last life.

Before Liu Li was playing games, Jiang Hai was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, and he was still a little psychologically comforted, and it wasn't that he didn't read the book alone.

Now, seeing Zhao Yan reading the book so seriously, Jiang Hai also picked up the book and pretended to be on the bed.Flipping through the book, looking around, after a while, he couldn't help but turned to look at Liu Li's computer screen.

Jiang Hai couldn't read the book, so he started talking: "Zhao Yan, have you met Yan Cheng in the past two days? What does he look like when he sees you?"

Zhao Yan's thinking was still on the book, and he continued casually: "What is it like?"

"It's just... Anyway, if I were him, I would definitely want to deal with you."

Zhao Yan: "I haven't met him before."

An hour ago, the touch of Yan Cheng's hand touching his was still clearly discernible.

Jiang Hai finally became confused after knowing it: "Zhao Yan, why do I feel that you are different from before these two days, like a different person."

Zhao Yan: "Everyone is changing, isn't it?"

Jiang Hai's thoughts were still on his own channel, he ignored Zhao Yan's answer, and said his own words: "How should I put it, it's like being possessed by something. In the past, there was a child in our place, and his neighbor died. He suddenly became very strange, saying something that the dead neighbor often said, like being possessed by a ghost, and finally the child's father hired an onmyoji to send the ghost away."

Before Zhao Yan said anything, Liu Li exploded: "Jiang Hai, you have nothing to say about ghost stories in the middle of the night, oh my god, you scared Dad to death."

Liu Li's game was forced to be interrupted temporarily, and he finally had time to look at Zhao Yan's black tent: "Gays are everywhere these days, and it's not a rare thing, brother, do you have to do this? As if coveting you."

Jiang Hai: "That's it."

These two rarely have a united front.

Zhao Yan looked up and said innocently: "I thought it would be more convenient for you guys."

Jiang Hai: "So you admit it?"

"I said I didn't admit it, do you believe it?" Zhao Yan said.

Jiang Hai: "I don't believe it."

"The group said that at eight o'clock tomorrow night, the school's New Year's Day performance will be held in the studio of the Convention and Exhibition Center. Brothers, go and see a lot of beauties." Jiang Hai glanced at his phone and said a little excitedly.