The most important thing now is to keep Jia Huanhuan happy.

Just as Du Wen mentioned, the night view of Jiangzhou is quite beautiful, with mountains and rivers lined up, especially at night when the three-dimensional lights of thousands of houses are reflected in the river water, making the couple who grew up in the small village and town look a little dazzled.

I couldn't help but hold my cell phone and took a lot of works.

On the bustling pedestrian street in the city center, there are the entire skyscrapers and buildings that are full of brilliance, no worse than the famous metropolitan market scene seen on TV.

Moreover, as the streets approach the Spring Festival are crowded with tourists, and the colorful things are completely different from the Guanyin Temple everywhere.

Jia Huanhuan is lively, holding a saliva chicken in her hand, and staring at the salted duck again: "If you can't finish eating it, do you eat it?"

Wan Changsheng had already held three or four boxes and bags in his hand: "Well! Drink some water, don't hurry, eat slowly."

Jia Huanhuan was excited: "I will be admitted here next year to go to college, and we will come here often!"

Wan Changsheng obeyed: "Okay, how about the final exam results this year?"

Jia Huanhuan immediately looked listless: "Oh, when it comes to studying, I'm a little sleepy. Let's go back and get sleepy."

Wan Changsheng couldn't help laughing: "Then why do you take the medical school?"

Jia Huanhuan gritted her teeth: "Work hard after the Spring Festival!"

Wan Changsheng urged: "Then I will work hard with you, and I can't sleep in every day anymore."

Jia Huanhuan immediately discovered another popular internet celebrity stall over there: "What is that? I want to eat that!"

Wan Changsheng spoils well.

But there is a saying that meticulous considerate skills will not fall from the sky.

It must be Jia Huanhuan's credit for Wan Changsheng's ability to help Du Wen pick crayfish and snail meat.

Now Wan Changsheng also knows to buy pajamas for Jia Huanhuan. Of course, they must have chosen the kind of good baby cotton printed clothes.

Wan Changsheng was confident and promised to wash and dry it when he returned to the hotel.

Including checking in a hotel, he is no longer a novice, while Jia Huanhuan's ears are getting hot.

This was the first time they had booked a room outside, and Wan Changsheng lived together for granted.

The front desk manager looked at the ID cards of the two, and probably could only silently envy the young rich second-generation beast who drove a luxury car.

Jia Huanhuan leaned against the bathroom door and watched Wan Changsheng wash her pajamas in the hot water. Not to mention that she was so moved. Brother Changsheng usually did not touch the spring water at home. When did he do housework?

There must be only one purpose for some boys to show their attention to girls, but Wan Changsheng really wants to take care of them carefully and shows off a little: "Haha, have you seen it? I heard that only the hair dryer in a good hotel is so easy to use, and it also has a drying function. Go and take a shower, and I'll hand it in from here for you."

Wan Changsheng also helped Jia Huanhuan take a bath since he was a child. He was a real childhood sweetheart. He was a child and was able to help him grow up with one hand.

But Huanhuan blushed. Most girls of the same age would be more precocious than boys, not to mention that Wan Changsheng, who only carved calligraphy and painting, had been in the Stele Forest for several years, and was blocked more information than female high school students on campus.

Having said that, Wan Changsheng, who was probably familiar with the situation when he went to the training school, was caught by Du Wen early to share the lease, which was actually a closed news in another sense.

So he was still surprised: "Wash, I'm very fast, you wash first, I'll pack up my things, and it's quite a bit of training to take care of yourself when you come out to study."

Sure enough, when Jia Huanhuan's red face popped out in the steam, Wan Changsheng had folded his pajamas and pants with fragrant and soft pants through the glass door: "I'll go out and turn off the air conditioner, I've put a towel on the ground here, don't fall it."

Then close the bathroom door and leave the flowery girl jumping out and looking at herself in the mirror, shy.

Why are the mirrors in the city so big?

And it's not foggy.

Stepping on the comfortable and warm towel mat under your feet, Jia Huanhuan also realized that life in big cities was too different.

When Wan Changsheng put on his pajamas, he quickly took a hair dryer to help her take care of her hair: "Remember to call her parents to report their safety."

Jia Huanhuan, who was used to taking care of Brother Changsheng at home, nodded obediently like a daughter.

Her parents only asked if the money was enough!

He also said why the environment was so chaotic, Jia Huanhuan quickly showed off sweetly: "Brother Changsheng is blowing my hair!"

Wan Changsheng was embarrassed and waited for her to hang up the phone before reminding him: "Don't tell us all about everything..."

Jia Huanhuan, hurry up.

In fact, the clean and tight pure cotton pajamas are full of purity and flawless temptations. Fortunately, Wan Changsheng really has no thoughts, and Jia Huanhuan doesn't know how to play. Although it is not the result she expected, the warm bed, the quiet space and the calm mood make her feel happier.

He wrapped his head in a quilt, only his face was exposed, curled up, and opened his eyes with all his might. He wanted to take a good look at Brother Changsheng, but he fell asleep instantly.

Unlike Du Wen's control of all matters, Wan Changsheng was so meticulous that he quietly washed Jia Huanhuan's socks and underwear, and cleaned up the water-splashed bathroom, striving to make Jia Huanhuan's first high-end hotel experience perfect.

Looking at the little girl sleeping under the night light, Wan Changsheng couldn't control his spoiling. He carefully tried to get his long hair dry, and then sat on the bed next to him. He looked at it and found a small sketchbook from his coat to quickly outline the little angel beside him.

The outline of the smile that is smiling in my sleep is worthy of protection for the rest of my life.

Compared to those intrigues, Wan Changsheng only loves this.

But in life, even if you are a temple guard, you only have a certain status in that narrow category. Wan Changsheng no longer cares about his status and reputation outside, he will eventually have to face it.

The next morning, Lao Cao asked him to meet in the parking lot of the zoo, sneaking like an underground party joint, and even changing a car.

Wan Changsheng finally realized the seriousness: "Thank you so hard."

Lao Cao was a little surprised by the luxury off-road vehicle he drove: "No wonder you don't care much."

But the topic is not on this: "Theoretically, it is natural for humans to protect themselves, because such things can be big or small, and it is easy to get dirty if you get involved, and things are very strange now."

Wan Changsheng sat in Lao Cao's car and wanted to hear the details. He saw Jia Huanhuan wandering around the stalls beside the parking lot: "I know, it's the easiest thing you pretend you don't know anything to avoid, but you are still willing to reach out to me."

Lao Cao smiled bitterly: "First of all, I made a mistake and introduced you to Lao Tong, Zhao Leilei and others. I originally wanted to give your talents some appreciation, but I didn't expect that they would appreciate them enough. Your grades are too great to attract popularity. Now it is easy to be suspected that you can get first place because they gave you high scores by committing favoritism and fraud. I said that painting is not worth 99 points, so how can you find a reason?"

Wan Changsheng also smiled bitterly: "If I had known that I had almost drawn, I would have just gotten into it?"

Lao Cao shook his head: "The second is that any unit always has some factions that have different opinions and have their own opinions. Therefore, as the deputy director of the admissions group, several of Zhao Leilei and others participated in the review and review of the papers. It is natural to be attacked by someone. Even if you get a low exam, you will have a statement that you can't get the exam, but the strength is definitely not as strong as it is now."

Wan Changsheng then understood a little why Lao Cao said sorry from the beginning. Lao Tong and the others often criticized the literati in their chats, and there was an opposite. Unexpectedly, they got involved: "But, all the test papers are sealed, and no one knows who the papers are marked."

Lao Cao lit a cigarette and asked Wan Changsheng if he wanted it: "For most people, I definitely don't know, but only a few people painted watercolors, as well as your sketches and sketches. In fact, in the eyes of discerning people, they are all outstanding. Even if hundreds or thousands of pictures are spread out like this when marking the papers, you can still recognize the style at a glance."

Wan Changsheng still had the time to say thank you, which made Lao Cao finally smile a little more and he became serious in a flash: "But now the news from the supervision team is that there is indeed a code of cheating on your painting."

What? Can you draw a password if you draw a picture?
Chapter completed!