The snow in the north always comes so violently.

At this time, the heavy snow from goose feathers outside the house had covered the asphalt roads on the campus, washing away the depressing haze in the sky before, and shattering the world into a white ocean.

"This matter is a mess! I originally promised Li Jing to go to the movie with her. Then I went home for a small meeting. Now that Lao Song has done this, I want to date Li Jing alone. I am afraid that I can only wait until I finish the temporary body of the popular queen and make a perfect version of NZT-48. After I come back!

well!

What a great opportunity!

That's it!"

Now Wu Dongyue is at the age of Zhimu Shaoai.

Especially for the "strange" taste, it is known to the taste.

However, compared with ordinary people, Wu Dongyue, who has taken NZT-48, is more likely to calm down.

"Teacher Song, I wish you a happy Chinese New Year in advance!"

Li Jing noticed Wu Dongyue's lost expression, laughed, bowed to Song Qinghong, and then shook his cell phone at Wu Dongyue. He was like a cheerful elf, jumping into the white ocean outside the house. He wandered happily, like a dolphin chasing waves in the sea and playing freely.

"I just hope these two little guys can hold on to this pure relationship!"

Song Qinghong's beautiful eyes glanced back and forth on Wu Dongyue and Li Jing who was about to disappear from sight. Suddenly, she felt a little depressed. It was not a way to stay single like this. Maybe it was time to find a father for Xiaoxiao. After coming to her senses, she gently grabbed Wu Dongyue's ear and said, "Stupid brat! Everyone has gone far away! Are you still stunned? Hurry up and lead me the way!"

"Really! Everyone has gone abroad, and it's still not calm!"

Wu Dongyue reacted and muttered, saying in a bad mood: "Let's go!"

"hurry up!"

As soon as the two of them walked out of school one after another, they saw Xie Yuxin following them.

"Hey! Where is Teacher Song taking Dongyue?"

Especially when she noticed the slightly intimate relationship between Wu Dongyue and Song Qinghong, she became more and more confused.

Immediately, she followed the two quietly and followed them all the way to the gate of the employee family area of ​​Xinghui University. After Wu Dongyue and Song Qinghong both went upstairs, she ran to the door and asked, "Uncle, I'll ask you something. Did my junior live here just now?"

"What's going on? Why have you been asking me about people these days?" When the uncle in the gate saw a pretty little beauty wearing a school uniform and charming girl, he immediately got rid of her guard and replied, "Are you talking about the little guy who just entered?"

"Yeah! It's him!"

Xie Yuxin nodded vigorously.

"That kid lives in Room 1, 29th floor, Building 3. If you want to find him, go in!"

The uncle in the concierge put down the teacup and was about to open the door, but Xie Yuxin stopped him.

"Thank you! I won't go today! I'll come again another day!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Yuxin trotted all the way and ran towards the school quickly.

"this……"

The uncle in the concierge was stunned for a moment, shook his head and sighed: "Hey! These children are now!"

"Hmph! Since I know that your nest is in the employee family area, I will not let you go!"

At the same time, Xie Yuxin smiled foolishly as she walked.

The clear eyes were shining with stars.

At this time, she was too lazy to think about why Song Qinghong followed Wu Dongyue to his house.

Turning back. Just as Xie Yuxin, the school beauty of Xingda High School, was "thinking about" Wu Dongyue, he took Song Qinghong to Room 2901, Building 3. Unlocked fingerprints, called Song Qinghong into the room and said, "Come in! Teacher Song!"

As soon as he entered the door, Song Qinghong was shocked by the huge living room with a strong Qin and Han style. After estimating, this living room must be at least 40 square meters. At the end, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows were perfectly protected by palindromic windows with a strong ancient style.

Take off your coat, put on slippers, and walk into it. In the center of the living room, a vermilion-colored lacquer screen divides the living room into two. Half becomes a public space and half becomes a more private study. On the long table of Huanghuali, behind the screen, there is no shortage of four treasures of the study.

Finally, the mahogany bookshelf against the wall was filled with various books. After a quick look, there were at least 800 books on the entire bookshelf. When I turned around and looked up, there was a semi-hollowed wooden carved ceiling and an antique chandelier made of pure handmade sheepskin, painted with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum patterns.

Walking to the small bright yellow golden nanmu table in the center of the living room, he bent his knees and sat on the retro small slum made of linen. When he turned his eyes, he suddenly noticed the neat rows of colorful boxer underwear on the balcony, and his mouth twitched: "This brat! You're too lazy! You've saved up for a week to wash your underwear!"

Seeing the familiar manly smell, she suddenly felt a little panicked. She took a deep breath and sighed: "Yes! You kid are quite good at cleaning up the house! I like this style very much!"

"Teacher Song, don't laugh at me! I'm just making a fool of myself!" Wu Dongyue poured a cup of tea for Song Qinghong, handed it over, and said, "If you like it, if you need it in the future, I can find someone to help you design it well."

"That's good!"

Wu Dongyue saw that Song Qinghong took it seriously. He said helplessly: "As the saying goes, the master is right, and the disciples are convinced! This is what I should do!"

"Good tea!"

Song Qinghong took the white porcelain teacup imitating Ding Kiln, took it to his mouth, sniffed it gently, and praised it. He took a breath of clear tea and said with a smile: "You kid is living a comfortable life! It seems that your mother is worried for nothing!"

"What exactly does Lao Song want to do? Could it be that she still wants to live with me?"

At this moment, a very ridiculous idea suddenly flashed through Wu Dongyue's mind.

If Song Qinghong really wants to live here, what should he do?

Faced with such a beautiful young woman with a devilish figure and an angel face, can he really control herself?

Thinking of this, he was nervous and was slightly expectant. After clearing the messy thoughts in his mind, he hurriedly poured a cup of tea and said, "Sweat! Look at what you said! As a man with hands and feet and normal brains, isn't it normal for him to support himself?"

"This little slippery head! I'm so calm!"

Song Qinghong complained, put down the teacup, and said straight to the point: "Okay! I won't go around with you! Now I'm officially notifying you that your mother will discuss with me before leaving, and I will move to you for a while in the next month and a half. It just so happens that your mother will watch you so that no one will care about you, and you will make a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace."

"Damn it! Old Song really wants to live with me? My mother actually agreed? What does this horse go with what it is!" At this moment, Wu Dongyue thought he had heard it wrong, so he took out his ears and interrupted, "Wait! Teacher Song, what did you say? You say it again?"

"This brat! What's that expression!

Why is it like I live in him, and he feels like he has suffered a big loss?"
Chapter completed!