Song anqiao sighed. Chu Qiao can really grind people. Song anqiao reluctantly agreed before she shed tears.
Song anqiao asked for leave on the day of culture and art festival.
Song anqiao stepped into Chu Qiao school and was not amazed at the aristocratic schools. It’s really worth the money.
A scene, a thing, a brick and a tile all reveal luxury, implication, high-profile and publicity.
"Little sister-in-law … Anqiao, please change schools first." The girl washed her hands and Chu Qiao took the school to her.
Song Anqiao canthus smoke a dew embarrassment "don’t wear? Isn’t the art festival casually worn? "
"You can wear it casually, but our class needs uniform clothes to make sweets." Chu Qiao said, "Don’t you believe it? Look at someone wearing a maid’s dress."
Song’ anqiao’ ong
But it’s too hard for her to wear a high school by herself. Kuang Chuqiao’s school skirts are a little short to the knees.
Dawdle for a long time Song Anqiao is reluctant to change out. Chu Qiao’s eyes are straight and funny. It is a strange and meaningful "school temptation"
In front of the sweet booth, Song Anqiao kept pulling the school skirt and Chu Qiao stuck his ear. "Little sister-in-law, if you pull it again, it will be gone."
Song An Qiaodun’s face turned red.
Some boys look at An Sok Qiao Qingling’s clever girl from time to time before coming to the booth.
"Junior" has a boy who dares to say hello to Song Anqiao. "How much is this?"
Junior?
Song anqiao bowed his head in embarrassment and said nothing, focusing on making sweet hands.
Boys are still hungry.
The art festival is very lively. Some people perform, some sing, some write and some imitate anime characters.
Of course, there are people who make sweet sushi and marshmallows.
The sweet booth is very popular, and four or five boys come over.
"Chu Qiao heard that your class invited a beautiful girl" the boy shouted at Chu Qiao.
Chu Qiao stared, "It’s none of your business."
Boys disdain a smile and turn their eyes to look at the girls around them. The line of sight is locked in the blue, and Song Anqiao’s hand will evoke Song Anqiao.
Suddenly Song Anqiao was amazed. His eyes were wide and clear.
The boy was shocked when he froze for half a day. "She … her sister-in-law."
Song Anqiao reached out to hit the boy’s hand angrily and said, "Do you want to get slapped again?"
Smell speech: The boy consciously touched his cheek and held Chu Qiao hostage. The incident that she slapped him was fresh in his mind.
"Hehe" the boy smiled awkwardly. "Why did you come to our school?"
Song anqiao ignored him
"You don’t know my name, do you?" The boy suddenly said, "My name is Zhou Johnson."
The ancestors of the Zhou family in Nanshi were all rich in official positions, and few people dared to offend them.
Song Anqiao ignored him and kept his eyes fixed on Song Anqiao. She had a pill head, delicate skin, white face and youthful breath. The student system showed seductive beauty in her dress.
Johnson’s Adam’s apple slipped and was about to provoke her again. She stayed beside Song Anqiao to help her pass things, and the doll bear gave him a push.
Johnson was angry. The doll bear walked out of the booth and pushed Johnson aside. "Want to be beaten?"
Listening to the sound, Johnson looked at a doll bear taller than himself and frowned a little uneasy
"Come with me!" Xiong Yin, the doll, is cold.
Johnson’s eyes were stiff and his body was out of control. He followed the doll bear.
Before the booth, Song Anqiao looked at the dolls strangely. "What are they going to do?"
Chu Qiao has a profound meaning that "it may be necessary to publicize the essence of the movement"
"Huh?" Song anqiao frowned
"Oh, I mean, maybe we’re going to announce our sweetness," Chu Qiao said quickly. "This man’s puppet bear is our mascot, and his announcement will definitely bring more customers."
Song Anqiao nodded and asked, "Is playing dolls the tallest in your class?"
"Yes" Chu Qiao eyes flashing "the first high"
There is a secluded flower bed on the campus here. My predecessor picked the bear’s head and showed a handsome face.
"Say where I want to be beaten" ChuFei far facial features ice without a trace of emotion.
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