Nonlinear Love

Su Lian retracted his gaze, and with a sigh, he turned and went out to look for the cabinet with a blank expression.

It was right that I didn't choose to live in a dormitory before, otherwise this embarrassment would recur over and over again.

My mind was chaotic, and after a long time I finally found a brand new one. He tore open the package, threw it at the person without opening his eyes, and stepped back.

After Chi Juan finished packing and came out, Su Lian slowly regained his calm, lowered his head and fiddled with the medicine box in his hand.

Chi Wang stared at the pile of wine cotton swabs: You came just right.

I don't really want it to be such a coincidence. Thinking of the picture just now, Su Lian felt shocked again.

Chili wore short sleeves and lifted it up easily, revealing his sturdy upper arms: Please help me re-bandage.

The wound was slightly cracked due to the movement, blood seeped out, and there were still water droplets that had not been wiped clean.

Su Lian took a breath and felt that his whole body was enveloped in a citrus-like aroma, and even the blood that was wiped off was the smell of body wash, which was a little sweet and dizzy.

His hands were light, and his mouth was ruthless: I didn't remind you before I left that you don't get wet.

I went out to have a barbecue, it was very hot, and I smelled all over my body. Chi Rang curled his lips and looked down at the person who helped him bandage.

Light-colored hair tails, thin neck, slightly drooping eyelashes, and long, slender fingers, because he was blocking the light, most of his face was shrouded in a dim atmosphere, and the cold facial features in the past seemed very gentle.

How should I put it, it's very eye-catching. If this girl is a girl, she is probably a demon concubine who bewitched all beings in ancient times.

At Su Daji's level, Chi Wang thought to himself, and it happened that they all had the same surname.

Noticing the staring eyes, Su Lian did not lift his head, and carefully wrapped the bandage, for fear of making a mistake: What are you looking at?

Chi Wang blurted out: Look at Daji.

...Have you read the Romance of the Gods too much? Su Lian exerted a little force to tie Zhou Zheng's bow, Okay.

Chi Huang blinked and came back to his senses: Thank you, why are you looking for me?

Su Lian vaguely said, I'll change your medicine for you, and I'll go to bed when I'm done. I'll get up early tomorrow and continue to help you make up your lessons.

Mr. Su always keeps in mind his responsibilities and is dedicated to his work.

...Okay, good night. Chi Wang had no choice and was forced to agree.

After sending the person to the door and watching the person enter the opposite door, he looked down at the beautiful bandage knot on his arm.

Not to mention, this Su Daji is quite ingenious.

He moved his sore shoulders and leaned back on the sofa. The back of the chair was still warm from Su Lian's sitting just now. He didn't like to live with someone before, and thought it was very troublesome to disturb each other, so he applied for living alone.

Now I suddenly feel that if there is one more roommate like Su Lian, it seems to be not bad.

Chi Wang lay on the sofa, flipped through a documentary and saw it in the middle of the night, and then yawned and climbed up to the room groggy.

On a good weekend, the sky was slightly bright, and I was suddenly awakened by a noise in my sleep.

I think about myself three times a day. Did you study today? Did you exercise today? Did you go to bed and get up early today?

Don't be lazy, don't be depraved, don't be greedy for pleasure, get up to class quickly.

Where did the fucking sound come from, Chi Wang squinted and groped around, and finally found an electric speaker under the pillow.

After slamming it twice, the radio is still playing in a boring loop, and the electronic sound is a little distorted.

He pointed his ears to distinguish carefully, his tone had no emotional ups and downs, his voice was straight, and the content was straightforward. This was not Su Lian's voice, which ancestor could it be.

Chi Li: ...

He took photos online to search for the same model, and after a long time of searching, he finally found the horn switch, which turned off the deadly harassment.

For such a nuisance, the price is five hundred and seventy-seven.

Dare-qing gave him the make-up tuition fee, and it was all spent here.

Chi Li raised his hand and wiped his face. In addition to being moved, he was completely helpless: ...I really have you, I can't get up.

The author has something to say: Modern Su Daji: All kings have to go to court early, so hurry up and read

Chapter 17

If Su Lian was the Su Daji who brought disaster to the country and the people, he would be the King Zhou of Shang who was forced to court early.

Others chūn night is short and the day is high, he thinks it is better to hang the southeast branch.

It's a good weekend, at eight in the morning, is this something that people can come up with?

Chi Xia changed his clothes, held the electric horn in his hand, and knocked heavily on the door of 403.

Su Lian opened it, and the two looked at each other. He turned his head and glanced at the small pot next to him: The time is just right, and the porridge is still hot.

What kind of porridge? Chi Li straightened his back and was extremely vigilant.

Several other people in the room were still sleeping, Su Lian lowered his voice: Yesterday I went to the supermarket to buy some new ingredients and developed new products.

After a bunch of things are bought and paid for, the pocket returns to 59 yuan, falling below the poverty line again.

He snorted coldly in his heart, Chi Huang should be grateful to Dade, all the money he made was glued back to the sheep.

However, this person didn't seem to appreciate it, Chi Li just bent down and glanced, and out of the corner of the eye, he saw a green color, exuding a simple vegetable fragrance.

He quickly pursed his lips, feeling that his lips had foreseen the dullness in advance, and quickly changed the subject: Go, I will take you to the door to eat small noodles.

People who eat spicy food and drink soup, and vegetable porridge for breakfast, look down on anyone.