I Only Worry About the Wind Breaking Qingyi Ferry

She looked at the huge bouquet of roses in the bedroom, her eyes flashing with envy, and she mouthed pearls: "Whose? Confess honestly! How about I take out the branches and sell them------" But the roommates remained silent, and their little eyes were surprisingly consistent, full of strange ambiguity that made her skin crawl. "What are you doing behind my back?" The cold beauty from the School of Economics tried her best to make her sharp eyes look lethal. At this time, there was a sudden noise downstairs in the dormitory, and a melodious guitar solo sounded, followed by a clear and smooth voice: "Gu Qingyi, Room 423, this is a song for you! "Write a Poem for You"! Oh, I asked the store to pack the flowers separately. It's easier if you want to sell them!" From then on, the image of Gu Qingyi from the School of Economics as a "cold beauty and money obsessed" became deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. There are thousands of lovesickness in one inch, and there is no place to arrange them in this world. Finally in a warm place, in your arms. Young people, maybe you are only a bouquet of flowers away from love!