"Luoluo." Leng Buding was stopped by the person behind him and turned around.
"Your shoelaces are loose."
"Ignore it, go to the conference room and tie it right away." Usually when my and Gu Luo's shoelaces come loose, they always go back to the classroom or dormitory to tie them. As for why, it's naturally because they are too lazy...
As if he heard a sigh, he saw Mu Qincheng half-kneeling in front of him, with his right knee on the ground. Because his head was lowered, the lines of his face were particularly soft, and a few strands of scattered hair fell gently on his forehead.
The faint scream in Xu Chenyuan's heart almost turned into a roar, Vice Chairman, this, this, this is on the playground, you... You... Eh? Why doesn't your heart beat loudly? Subconsciously, I touched the space between my upper lip and nose. It was dry, and it seemed that there was no nosebleed.
The fingers are white and slender, with well-defined joints, and the techniques are not only skillful but also entertaining.
Beautiful bow.
As if the fear was gone, I clasped my thumb with my index finger and pulled hard, and then made the sizes on both sides slightly more even.
Mu Qincheng stood up and patted the grass clippings on his knees. "The white shoelaces are dirty and don't look good." He seemed not to care about the comments around him.
This is a tragic story in which the male protagonist dotes on the female protagonist and the author abuses the female protagonist, but the author cannot beat the male protagonist.