As we all know, Song Yuezhou is the academic god of A University. He is rich, handsome and well-educated. He is the flower of the mountains. Girls who pursue him can be ranked in the liberal arts college next door.
Wen Qiao is one of the many admirers in the School of Liberal Arts.
It's a pity that before this relationship could sprout, he went to study abroad.
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When we met again, Wen Qiao was HR, handling the onboarding process for the boss's overseas returnees who had been poached with high salaries from abroad.
The tall and handsome young man walked into the office and nodded slightly when he saw her. His suit was neat and crisp, gentle and distant, just like before, like a stranger.
"Hello, I'm Song Yuezhou."
Wen Qiao felt a little disappointed and pretended to be calm as he went through the formalities.
That night, there was a knock on the door of employee apartment 801.
Outside the door, a meticulous man with a slightly loose tie during the day, a suit jacket hanging on his arm, and a suitcase in his other hand, stopped slightly drunkenly in the corridor. The tall shadow covered Wen Qiao. He squinted and saw her boyfriend behind Wen Qiao, who was nestled on the sofa and happily munching potato chips.
"The boss asked me to stay in the employee apartment for a while."
He explained concisely and looked away. Wen Qiao felt guilty for some reason and hurriedly pulled over her boyfriend who was visiting to chat.
In front of him, she was like a student who made mistakes.
Wen Qiao always thought that the two of them were not familiar with each other.
Until one day, when she came out of the shower, her hair was dripping wet. Song Yuezhou, wearing home clothes, naturally picked up a towel and put it on her shoulders, gently rubbing it along the ends of her hair.
Realizing that the two of them were too close, Wen Qiao decided to move out of the apartment in order to avoid suspicion. In the hot and humid rainy season, she was sweating profusely while loading her luggage into the car. She never expected that a big hand grabbed her wrist when she got into the car. A man came running from a distance, and water droplets fell on his long eyelashes.
He was panting and his usual demeanor was gone.
"Don't you have any affection for me? Even a little bit."
He had been waiting for a long time, not for her to become someone else's wife.
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Song Yuezhou was old-fashioned at heart and adhered to old rules and dogmas. His friends laughed at him as a remnant of feudalism. It wasn't until one day at a private party that he announced his love affair in a high-profile manner. Everyone suddenly realized that he had been living in an apartment to pick up girls!
"Song Yuezhou, you bastard knows three things!"
Wen Qiao's ex-boyfriend broke in. Under everyone's surprised gaze, Song Yuezhou took Wen Qiao's hand and kissed the back of it gently. His voice was full of pride: "Sorry, I'm the principal."
Intention: Waiting for the right person
