God of Life

Feeling nothing malicious in the underworld, Song Xi turned around and walked away.

No more, no more, no more!

This bedroom is poisonous!

As soon as Song Xi walked away, Song Chen's eyes became silly.

Sister, I was just wondering how you could get into a relationship with your classmate. What are you running for?

Song Xi did not run, and walked as skilfully and elegantly as possible with a group of freshmen's stunning eyes.

On both sides of the hallway, the bedroom doors are all open, hoping to wait for a breeze.

The boys sat in their chairs chatting, and a lot of people were wondering about the 303.

“303, that dude is a bunch of shit! ”

“The first thing on the first day of check-in is air-conditioning, big family kids, right? ”

“Absolutely! Didn't you see that? ”

“Like us, we can only fan manually... I want to blow air conditioning too! ”

“Go to the door more often! We're all in the same hospital, so maybe a lot of major classes will be held together. ”

“I don't dare... when Tuhou stopped there just now and looked up at me... shh, I finally know what a temper is! ”

“Fear a hammer! The two classes of economics depend on more than twenty men. They are all friends who live in the shadow of the Princess Army and can get acquainted slowly. ”

“I don't want to get acquainted slowly, I want to blow the air conditioning now...”

“I also want to... Ahhhh, why didn't you share a bedroom with Tuo Hao? ”

“Really, it's already getting hot and spitting blood. When we think of the air conditioning blowing next door, we can only keep spitting on our tongues... the old paper really wants to die! ”

Song Xi was suddenly in a good mood when he heard about it.

Happiness comes when there is a contrast. My brother doesn't have to be tortured by the heat. Think about it. He's really lucky.

Good mood continues until you return to your bedroom.

When I opened the door and saw the old ceiling fan squeaking over my head, Song Xi suddenly got a little depressed.

Son of a bitch, what the hell are you doing?

Sis, I've been bored for two years and you've been enjoying yourself like a grandpa since college?

Hey, how come my sister didn't meet a millionaire roommate!

……

In the 303 bedroom, with the dedication of the two masters, the installation of the air conditioning was quickly completed.

The installation fee is 200 yuan, Wang Yan didn't pay much, the two masters are still happy.

It is enough to get an extra packet of Soft China for everyone outside of their job.

Li Zewen supervised the installation and followed the farewell.

“Wang Yan, I still have work to do. Let's get out of here. If you need help, go straight to my office. ”

“Okay, Rico, take your time. ”

The diligent Dutch bean thief had his eye on it, and as soon as someone left, he started cleaning up the balcony.

Pack it all up, the indoor temperature drops just right, comfortably lay on the chair, humming straight.

“Ouch! It's so comfortable! I don't have air conditioning at home, I didn't expect to enjoy it so much at school... Thank you, Brother Wang! ”

Wang Yan hit the spirits.

Take your “yo” back!

Like jade and squirrel spraying again.

“If I hadn't stopped you earlier, you sand sculpture would have been scratched and flowered by that bitch! ”

“You can fucking stand me, you didn't dare to give a shit! ”

……

Song Chen still doesn't know how to talk to everyone. He sat there with his face on.

Little eyes actually aspire, just don't know how to get involved.

Wang Yan's eyes circled over the handsome man's face and shook his head and smiled.

Next, everyone chatted. Wang Yan didn't participate very much. He lowered his head to tidy the box.

I don't know, there are so many things in the box that I haven't seen.

Wang Yan was most surprised by a Philips razor, electric, with a big head glue on the handle, a second yuan adorable girl, holding a dog in her hand, being dragged away by the dog, in a panicked position, but the expression was hilarious and full of energy.

Don't ask, Liu Li's pen at first glance.

Wang Yan's heart was warm, he opened his chin to grunt twice, and the crumble was immediately emptied.

The other thing that came out was a Montblanc pen.

A delicate small square box with a covered surface that opens to reveal a plain white, silver-set ballpoint pen in the curtain.

The pen is good to use, I don't know for now. The face value is really very high. Wang Yan liked it at first sight.

There are four other special styles of pencil cores in the small box, each in black, blue, purple and green.

Invoices are wooden, but there is a small gift note.

It says three short lines:

If the words are so beautiful, write more.

Nice to meet you.

Thank you very much.

The signed down payment is YS.

In fact, Wang Yan could have guessed that no payment had been made. It must have been from Fu Yupo by the Duke.

It can be contained in its own box and must be approved by Liu Li.

Wang Yan estimated that this pen shouldn't be cheap. It's kind of funny and warm.

Knowledgeable and polite, must be given back by being taken care of, very good.

Ruyu's position was right behind Wang Yan. When he saw the pen, he suddenly made a big fuss.

“Dig the trough! Brother Wang, you have a beautiful pen! Must be expensive, huh? ”

Wang Yan filled his head with black lines.

Can you just fucking straighten your tongue and talk?

The squirrel glanced at him and shouted, “I'm sure it's not cheap... what brand is it, Brother Wang? ”

In fact, Wang Yishong's family is quite rich, but before that age, there is not much wealth to dispose of, and his eyesight is not enough.

Signature LV, Hermes and other major brands of clothing can be recognised. Signature pens, such high-end luxury goods, are blackened with both eyes.

Wang Yan didn't know how much it cost, so he couldn't find out.

Friends' minds, at the price, are too vulgar.

So he laughed casually: "Montblanc, from a friend, it doesn't matter how much. ”

If you go through the case again, the rest of the trinkets should be from the hotel.

Lady Lu and Na Wu did not prepare a gift for Wang Yan. Without good reason, they sent it for delivery, which appeared to be very corrective.

After all the Lisso had been packed, the wardrobe was full for a while and there was still so much left to put outside.

Look at the time. It's almost 4: 30. Wang Yan is starving to play drums.

“Looks like the last buddy won't be here today. Let's go eat. ”

“Okay, walk! ”

“What to eat? ”

“Brother Wang, it's your call! ”

“Whatever you eat, first meal of the day, please! ”

Squirrels are proud and seem to be getting the identity of their bedroom penises.

“Let's go out and have a look. Let's come with our eyes today. ”

Wang Yan finally slapped the board, everyone got up.

Just opened the bedroom door, a wave of heat came and my brothers became more and more grateful to Major Wang Dasheng.

Opposite and next door bedrooms, the door was open to the wind, and as soon as the fairies of bedroom 303 appeared, the character greeted the outward enthusiasm.

“Brothers, go to dinner? ”

“Grand God, can you rub some air conditioning in your bedroom at night and play poker? ”

“Hey, aren't you from economics class? If so, why don't we meet tonight? ”

If the jade shakes immediately, a mouthful of Northeastern dialect can answer anyone, obviously 303 external spokesperson.

Out of the bedroom building, on the road, everyone naturally arched Wang Yanwei in the middle.

Just after the college entrance exam, I fantasized about college life. Wang Yan never imagined there would be a scene like this.

But when it really happened, Wang Yan found that he had adapted quite quickly.

Hey, hey, that was great!