Yu Tingchuan didn’t say anything, but the steering wheel changed the direction of the car after half a turn at the intersection ahead.
About twenty minutes later—
Car epidemic control center building flameout
The doctor on duty at the CDC took the second shot of vaccine. Song Qingcheng went to the second floor for injection. Yu Tingchuan didn’t follow the steps at his door to smoke.
In less than five minutes, Song Qingcheng disinfected the cotton swab floor according to his left arm.
The doctor said to observe for fifteen minutes, she said.
Yutingchuan nodded without urging to leave.
Song Qingcheng didn’t go back to the building. She looked at the cigarette in Yu Tingchuan’s hand in the night wind and suddenly asked, Which brand do you smoke?
This question is a bit suspicious.
Yutingchuan ordered the ash or answered her Yellow Crane Tower
-digression–
Mr. Yu will still be shy even if he is 34 years old/(//? ? ω? ? //)/And lower the window so that no one can see it. That’s right, this kind of man show is the ultimate man
☆ Chapter 32 Getting to know each other at the beginning of your life is like returning to an old friend.
Can I see the cigarette case? Song city reached out to him.
Yu Tingchuan looked at the palm with clear lines, delicate and playful. He took out the pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, and Song Qingcheng took it over. The yellow packaging box was covered with the words 1916 printed on the brown bottom of the Yellow Crane Tower building. She looked around and said, I have seen a cigarette case that says’ When you meet at the beginning of your life, it is like returning to an old friend’. Many people are obsessed with this kind of cigarette because of these two poems.
Then she bent her lips and looked up and asked Yu Tingchuan, Do you know?
The whole Song Dynasty has beautiful eyes with less white eyes, and the dim light seems to reflect finely light in the pupil, and the whole person has a quiet amorous feelings because of her white skin.
A moment later, Yu Tingchuan slowly said, There is still a week before the final exam, right?
wide off the mark
See him change the subject, Song Qingcheng didn’t ask for cooperation again, and then returned the cigarette case to him.
In the silent night, her mood began to wane.
The area around the epidemic control center is sparsely populated. On this hot summer night, there are insects chirping from time to time in the grass or occasional vehicles passing through the tires and rubbing the ground, accompanied by piercing the darkness and whistling.
As time goes by—
The faint smell of smoke spread in the air.
The corner of the whole Song Dynasty drifted to Yutingchuan’s left hand, and the cigarette caught his two fingers.
How much she also found that Yu Tingchuan was a bit addicted to cigarettes, so she couldn’t leave her body.
His eyes then stopped his fingers.
Yu Tingchuan’s hand is very beautiful, which reminds her of holding her waist in the afternoon and exercising restraint without losing strength.
……
On the way out of the epidemic control center, her stomach suddenly screamed.
It wasn’t just dinner that was robbed by Liu in the hospital. She didn’t even eat at noon.
Yu Tingchuan didn’t drive the car directly to school, but bypassed a hotel.
When the car stopped at the hotel gate, a doorman came immediately. Then Song Qingcheng heard Yu Tingchuan’s mellow magnetic sound The car will take you to dinner first
Song city followed Yutingchuan into the hotel on the third floor.
Just as the dining box was also full of people, Yu Tingchuan was not picky and chose a table in the Chinese restaurant outside.
The waiter came with an apple tablet to ask the guests to order.
Yu Tingchuan first asked, What do you want to eat?
Hearing this, the member put the tablet in front of the whole Song Dynasty with great insight.
Song Qingcheng didn’t politely look down at the finger screen and gently slide it with him. When she finished counting, she gave the tablet to Yutingchuan Yutingchuan and directly reported several dishes without looking at the menu.
After ordering, the waiter left with a flat plate.
Song Qingcheng has seen that Yutingchuan is a frequent visitor to this hotel, otherwise the doorman wouldn’t be so respectful to call him Mr. Yu just now, even knowing his surname.
She can’t help thinking about what he often comes here for.
Is it just a dinner party or a room for another woman after a full meal?
Many big bosses have a hobby of sleeping with actresses and female models.
She remembered that she had read about his affair with qi zhou in the former hexagram magazine.
Qi zhou holds up half the sky in recent years, and the film and television songs of Hua Dan Sanqi used to be a contracted model of a female magazine in China. Song Qingcheng thinks of qi zhou’s face and often sees big waves and curly hair in plays or movies. Those peach blossom glasses are especially charming, flaming, red lips and breasts. In her cognition, men seem to like this sexy stunner.
Song Qingcheng began to reflect on whether he should change his strategy when dealing with Yu Tingchuan.
A meal is absent-minded