"Gaga..."
"What are you going to do?" Shakajia guarded the distance from Cheng Ranjin. Since that night, Shakaka has been a little bit scared of him. It may be that his desire has come too fiercely, and it has almost filled the three years. Blank, at this moment, Shakajia understands the end of "excessive indulgence", that is, physical and mental exhaustion, and the whole body falls apart. In order to protect her body, Shakaka changed her door to a king-size lock. .
"Gaga..." He stepped forward, squeezing her chin, turning her gaze into his own.
"Wait!" Shaka hurriedly jumped away.
"Uh… "
"I'm hungry! I'm going to cook noodles..."
"Hey! Gaga!" Before he could speak, he was still dead on his first marriage proposal.
Following the pace of Shagaka into the kitchen, Cheng Ranjin seized the opportunity again.
"I have to tell you one thing..." He felt more and more that he would have no life without her, especially during the one month she went abroad to play, which made him crazy, wishing to become her piano and let her. Stroking all the time...
"What's the matter?" Shaka said indifferently, knowing something from Shaqiqi, but she was not yet mentally prepared, and she was a little bit of a rejection mentality. She always felt that Cheng Ranjin was a bit wasteful with her, but she couldn't do this. The reason is spoken out.
"But you have to promise me first!"
"Tell me!"
"Calm down after you listen!" He seemed to need to calm down.
"Oh!"
"We have known each other for five years, plus the time we lived together three years ago, we are more than a year, and we are now in N University, I am the vice principal, you are a graduate student, of course, I am also your boyfriend, everyone Got it..." He first moved out of his past relationships, step by step, and step by step.
"Ok!"
"I can get a master's degree in one year..." He stared at her closely, his heart surging like a volcanic eruption.
"Wait, the water is coming out!" She turned to turn off the heat quickly, and put the noodles in a bowl. "This is not handmade noodles. I have to eat it first, or it will be battered. Would you like to eat it?"
"I... haven't finished speaking yet!" It's really not like his style today and hesitated.
He yelled from behind, and Shagaka had entered her private room with her face, and closed the door with a "bang".
Shagaka is accustomed to Cheng Ranjin’s repetitiveness and did not take his strangeness seriously. Anyway, he does some very creative things every day. She occasionally suspects that he should not be the principal of the school and should be an advertising creative person. .
Some things precipitated by time can no longer affect Shakajia’s indestructible Vajra. Only when she encounters Cheng Ranjin, her disguise will be completely exhausted. She feels that he is not the true emperor, but her nemesis. This is a school, a place to demonstrate morality and art, but he took the lead in chaos.
As soon as get out of class was over, Cheng Ranjin led a large group of director-level teachers to walk around, habitually inspecting the trees and plants of the school.
Many girls secretly looked at Cheng Ranjin, who was in the lead, a well-fitting black hand-made suit, paired with a white shirt. The two buttons at the neckline had never been buttoned, revealing his wheat-grain skin. It has evolved into a calmness, not Jueli. He has changed a lot, and Shakajia suddenly sighed, why are people coming out of a house so different in temperament
Cheng Ranjin only glanced at Shaka, who was dumbfounded, and a group of people disappeared in the corridor. Shakajia realized that he was still as dazzling as the sunny boy who turned the basketball on the basketball court and dressed himself in a different way. Isn’t she not feeling the person who has given him over the years, but if she doesn’t reject him, will he still pay attention to her so much
She was not sure. She admitted that her selfishness was too serious, and she even dreamed of growing old with him in a world where only the two of them would add two children in the future, children belonging to them, she was just an ordinary woman, and all she wanted was ordinary. Life, but with his identity, will there really be such a day with her
Shagaka stood there in a daze, until a schoolboy patted her on the shoulder before pulling her thoughts back.
"Are you OK!"
"It's okay!" Shaka responded indifferently. She had a little impression of him, as if she was a junior, and she had forgotten her name.
"Your name is Shagaka?"
"Ok!"
"Have you forgotten me?"
"Ok!"
"I'm a junior, and you translated a Japanese article for me that day!"
"Oh!" She remembered that when she met a distressed boy in the playground that day, he sighed at a manuscript. It was hard to hear it or not. In the end, she kindly helped him.
"Can I just ask you to add it?"
"Why?" Shagaka is accustomed to repelling those who come into contact with her, in addition to the seat level and Cheng Ranjin's friends.
"Uh... hehehe... If it's not possible, forget it..." He scratched his head shyly.
"Goodbye!"
I'm not familiar anyway, there is nothing to talk about standing here, Shaka took the lead.
"Hey! Wait, are you free? To show my gratitude, shall I invite you to dinner?" He followed Shagaka's pace and sent out an invitation as he walked.
"Uh..." Shagaka had to stop, and looked at him coldly, thinking that he was making a fuss, didn't he translate a piece of Japanese? Does it cost so much
"She is not free!" Before Shagaka refused, he heard a jealous voice, Cheng Ranjin.
"Uh, hello principal!"
"She is my fiancée, what kind of hospitality is your little kid?" Cheng Ranjin glared at the boy displeasedly, and shot him straight with her cold eyes.
"Let's go!" In order to avoid Cheng Ranjin's misunderstanding, Shakajia took Cheng Ranjin and left, not forgetting to smile apologetically at the boy, and the boy froze for a long time. Shakaka is so beautiful. This is him. Sigh.
I have always felt that Shakajia is different. What attracts him is not her beauty, nor her solitary and arrogant character. Often, Cheng Ranjin thinks that they are the same kind of people, but the way he vents is different.
Shakajia’s pretentious strength slowly became a landscape in his heart. He appreciated her independence, appreciated the software she made, and even appreciated her distance from the scope of his competing male comrades, which saved him a lot of unnecessary trouble. He spent a lot of thought and time. Maybe the boy who stood on the street always remembered her gentle smile and the tender arms that he stretched out. He loved her. Even now, he has loved her for eighteen years. year.