Song Feng was going to evening self-study, so he called Fu Chen and hurried back to the dormitory.

Hu Xinyue was drying clothes, "Wanwan, I helped you to rub your military training clothes for a little, and it would dry for a night."

During the class meeting, I heard from my senior sister that if I didn’t wash my clothes, my clothes would fade. The two of them had planned to wash their clothes. Now it was hot, so I hang them a little and the clothes were dry.

She had dinner with Qiao Xiyan, and was just chatting with Fu Chen, forgetting about this.

"Thank you." She was so enthusiastic that Song Fengwan felt embarrassed. The quality of military training clothes was not good, and it was very difficult to rub them.

"Okay, your cousin invited me to dinner last time." Hu Xinyue kept thinking about asking Song Fengwan back, but she refused. "I sent you a message. You haven't replied to me, so I'll help you rub it first."

"I was calling just now, but I didn't pay attention." Song Fengwan looked around the dormitory, "Where are them?"

"I'm going to participate in the welcome party selection. Are you going? At 7 o'clock in the Nanyuan Auditorium."

"I won't go." Song Fengwan didn't like to show off, and to get scholarships, academic performance is the most important criterion for judging.

"I heard that if you choose, you have to go to rehearse during the day and at night, and you are so tired." Hu Xinyue was shocked.

When Song Fengwan heard her complain, she just smiled and didn't say anything.

**

Compared with high school, the evening self-study in college is naturally more casual. Moreover, when everyone met for the first time, the counselor left, he whispered to each other and muttered in a low voice.

"Do you know Wu Yuxin from Class 4? I heard that she is the only freshman who was selected to the welcome party. It's so amazing."

"Isn't Class 4 an art design? I know there is a pretty girl in their class."

"It's her. Now the school forums are blown up, and it's all about her dancing videos."

...

Song Fengwan opened the school forum, and at the top was a video of Wu Yuxin participating in the selection, and there were more than 3,000 messages left.

Peking University is an engineering-oriented school with many boys. Soon another post about [Fresh School Beauty of the Academy of Fine Arts] was pushed to the forefront, and she also became a celebrity in the school overnight.

Song Fengwan browsed some messages, all of which were about goddesses.

Thinking of Qiao Xiyan's words, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This is too ruthless.

**

When the evening self-study was about to finish, Song Fengwan received a message from Fu Chen that his car was parked south of Yuhe Tower.

After class, Hu Xinyue went back alone, while Song Fengwan jogged to find Fu Chen's car. He drove a black car all the time, not very eye-catching, but the awesome license plate was particularly eye-catching.

Stop in the no-man's land, very few students pass by this point.

The weather in September is extremely hot.

She ran two steps, sweating all over her head, opened the car door, and the coldness came, and she quickly got in.

"What are you running?" Fu Chen smiled, and just reached out to wipe her sweat, he turned his head and looked at Shifang.

"I'll get off the car right away." Shifang smiled angrily and hurriedly ran out of the car.

Song Fengwan felt hot and was about to dial the Feng page in the car. Fu Chen held her hand, "Don't blow the cold wind directly in front of you. You are prone to catch a cold. It will not be hot later."

"Yeah." Song Fengwan wiped the fine sweat from her forehead. Her skeleton was slender, because she had a little hot sweat on her body, and her clothes were pressed against her body.

Her body curves were looming. She adjusted her breathing, her chest was undulating, and Fu Chen opened her eyes, and her throat was dry and hot.

"A Qiu——" Song Fengwan really sneezes suddenly, "You shouldn't have a cold."

But Fu Chen turned his head and suddenly came over.

Song Fengwan hid behind.

The heat he exhaled made her tremble, "I might really catch a cold."

"It doesn't matter."

Fu Chen leaned over and confined her to a small world. The light was too dark, and Song Fengwan couldn't see his expression clearly. He only felt a tall figure shrouding her, and the scene was inexplicably ambiguous.

"If you really have a cold, I will accompany you." He suppressed his voice, low and lazy.

He reached out and pinned the hair on her sideburns behind his ears, and there seemed to be a flame on his hands.

The car was filled with air conditioning, but she felt a burning sensation in the place where he brushed it across, spreading all the way to her heart.

She still remembered Qiao Xiyan's advice to her when she was leaving. She reached out to put her arms around his waist, "Third brother, I'm going to go to military training tomorrow, and I may not be able to see her for half a month."

The military training of Beijing University is to bring students to a special base and is closed for fifteen days.

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes and lowered his head to kiss him.

First, she lingered on her lips and rubbed her breathing very hotly, and she pushed her lips and teeth away. Fu Chen tasted a sweet smell in her mouth.

"Have you eaten candy?"

"It was given by my classmate." Song Fengwan gasped gently.

"Sweet—" Fu Chen smiled softly.

Fu Chen smiled and hooked her lips and tongue, pressed her waist with his fingers, and pressed her whole body against her. In the narrow space, the two of them were almost tightly pressed against each other.

Especially when I felt the tension in his body, it seemed like there was a fine burning electric current.

She moved her body a little, and someone pressed her harder, deliberately pinching her waist, making her body soft and soft.

This is not the first time the two of them kissed. Gradually, Song Fengwan will kiss him back like him.

Shifang squatted on the lawn beside the car, lowering his head and pulling the grass leaves on the ground. How long have these two people been getting tired of it? I was sweating profusely.

This is fucking...

There are so many mosquitoes here, so I asked me to come out to feed them.

...

With a long and wet kiss, Fu Chen lowered his head and looked at Song Fengwan.

"Wanwan, don't believe your cousin's nonsense. No man is a real gentleman."

"Uncle Yan doesn't count?" Song Fengwan leaned in his arms and adjusted his breathing.

"When did a gentleman ever be rational when he encountered Aunt Yun?"

“That’s true.”

Song Fengwan's mouth was bitten a little bit by him just now. She subconsciously licked it twice, and someone's faint voice came from the top of her head...

"Wanwan...Don't tempt me so much at night."

"Ha?" Song Fengwan didn't even come back to his senses, but Fu Chen pressed on the back of the chair...

Fu Chen wanted to take her back to the dormitory, but was rejected. As soon as school started, Fu Chen took her back to the dormitory was too eye-catching, and the school was full of people.

When she went out, he almost pulled out the lawn at the place where Shifang stood.

**

When Song Feng arrived downstairs in the dormitory, he happened to see Wu Yuxin chatting with a boy. The boy was holding a thermos in his hand and knew it was used by a girl by looking at the color.

High-power electrical appliances are not allowed in school dormitories, and hot water cannot be burned. If you make hot water, you have to go to the boiling water room outside the building, which is quite troublesome.

"Wanwan." Wu Yuxin greeted her, thanked the boy, and then caught up with her with aquarius. "Didn't it be that evening self-study has been held long ago, why did you come back?"

"Something is wrong."

"Your cousin has already gone home?" Wu Yuxin asked inadvertently.

After all, Song Fengwan is not an ordinary student. After experiencing so many things, she can still see what she thought about Qiao Xiyan.

Although she had only been in contact for a long time, she knew that Wu Yuxin could handle all kinds of boys with ease, making people willing to be a backup tire. If such a person is attached to his cousin, there will be endless troubles.

"Well, my cousin's wife kept urging him to go home to coax the child." Song Fengwan lied without blushing.

"He... is married?" Wu Yuxin was surprised.

"Yes." Song Fengwan completely wanted to cut off her idea and avoid harassing herself because she was thinking about Qiao Xiyan.

"Your cousin looks very good, and it must be liked by many people. It is normal to have a partner when getting married." Wu Yuxin smiled without any sense of incongruity, and seemed quite happy.

Who knows how much resentment she feels in her heart.

She could tell at a glance that Qiao Xiyan was excellent, mature and charming, completely different from these young boys on campus.

"Yes, they are very loving. They just sent me to school for a few days, so they couldn't bear it. They asked him to stay with me for a few more days in the capital. They bought the plane ticket and went back quickly." Song Fengwan said seriously.

Wu Yuxin didn't doubt that he was there, but she just felt it was a pity.

Qiao Xiyan was at the Yan family at this moment, wiping his carving knife with knife oil and carving it carefully.

Qiao Aiyun also joked that she would marry these carving knives in the future. Qiao Xiyan actually said with confidence, "It's good to live with them for the rest of her life. The tools for carving jade and stone carvings are different, with single attributes and not as complicated as human nature."

"That's because you haven't waited for someone you want to get married yet. When you meet, you won't think so."

"It may not be like this." Qiao Xiyan is not young anymore and has always been single. He doesn't have a longing for dating and getting married.

Thinking of his parents, his hands stopped.
To be continued...