President, why don't you marry me!

Xiao Qian, who hung up the video call, sat alone in the room in a daze.The jumping little girl with ponytails that I bought began to appear in my mind again.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a smile, maybe in a while, he would be able to go back and see that cute little girl.Xiao Qian looked at the hairpin in his hand, and his smile deepened.

In the blink of an eye, another month has passed, and this month has been uneventful for Xiaoqian, but it is worth mentioning that a new roommate has moved into Xiaoqian's dormitory: Amao.The arrival of the roommate made Xiao Qian feel uncomfortable everywhere.

And Amao is also from Huaxia, and every time he has a smile on his face, Xiao Qian is also embarrassed to show the discomfort in his heart.

So he had to go out early and return late, and spend all day in the library, which made Xiao Chi, who was already withdrawn, even less talkative.

"Xiao Qian, what's the matter? Go to my house for dinner?" Xiao Qian, who was packing his schoolbag after finishing the experiment, was warmly invited by the professor.

"No professor, I have to go back first." Xiao Qian refused with a flat expression.

Seeing the back of him leaving, the professor sighed helplessly. He was obviously only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he made himself so mature all day long. I really don't know what his parents look like.

It is said that Xiao Qian has been studying here for six or seven years, but his parents have never been here, maybe it is the indifference of his family that made him grow "crooked".

If Su Shi and Jiang Mocheng heard the professor's thoughts, they would probably spit out a mouthful of old blood.If they are still indifferent to Xiao Qian, there are no parents in the world who dote on their children.

It can only be said that Xiao Qian's personality is completely developed by himself, and has absolutely nothing to do with his parents.

Xiao Qian went straight back to the dormitory. He didn't bring his meal card, so he couldn't even eat.I can only come back and go again.Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he could smell a strong spicy smell, which made Xiao Qian almost cough up his lungs.

After finally walking in, clutching his nose, he realized that it was his roommate Amao who made the noise.

At this moment, he is sweating profusely while eating the contents of the glowing red pot!

"Xiao Qian, you came back just in time, sit down and eat quickly. The hot pot I cooked is delicious. Let me tell you, in our family, I cook the hot pot bottom ingredients very well. Even my parents are better than me. Not on me."

Amao patted his chest heavily, showing a proud look.

"No need, I'll go to the cafeteria to get food by myself." Xiao Qian refused Amao with a gesture, he didn't like such red food that looked very spicy, and he didn't like eating with strangers.

"What? You don't want to believe me. You sit down and taste it. It's mine if it's not delicious. I'm not talking about you. Why are you a man so grumpy like a little girl?"

The nervous Amao didn't notice the change in Xiao Qian's face at all, so he grabbed Xiao Qian and pressed him on the chair.Then he stuffed the chopsticks into his hand, Xiao Qian was completely bewildered by Amao's series of actions, and looked up at him blankly.

"What do you think I am doing? Eat! Let me tell you, you are really lucky today. When I went to buy vegetables, I saw that the vegetables were fresher, so I bought a little more. Otherwise, there would be no food for you, and it would not be enough for me. People eat."

Amao was eating and talking, and kept putting chopsticks into the pot after using them.

Seeing that he was about to commit a cleanliness fetish, Xiao Qian silently put the chopsticks on the table.

"Huh? Don't you want to eat it? It's really delicious, I won't lie to you." Amao looked up at Xiao Qian with a very weird expression.

"Well, you can eat it!" Xiao Qian refused calmly. Seeing this, Amao looked at Xiao Qian, then looked down at the chopsticks he had used, and finally understood what was going on.

Fortunately, he invited him to eat with good intentions. How dare he despise himself!He is a big boss to himself, and he naturally looks down on people who love cleanliness like them.

"It's fine if you don't eat, I thought what's going on! It turns out that the rich man despises rough people like us and doesn't want to eat with me."

Amao smiled coldly, never looked at Xiao Qian again, and ate his hot pot with his head down.

Seeing this, Xiao Qian stood up slowly, wanted to explain, but didn't know what to say, so he silently glanced at Amao, turned and left.

He didn't want to explain, because in his opinion, such an explanation was not necessary at all.

After Xiao Qian left, Amao showed a mocking smile.Suddenly at this moment, he saw something dropped beside Xiao Qian's bed.

Amao stepped forward and took the thing crookedly in his hand, only to realize that it was a hairpin.

"Issuing a card for a girl? I didn't expect this particularly dull-looking Xiao Qian to have a girl he likes? Even if he doesn't like me, let him be in a hurry."

Amao said and stuffed the hairpin into his arms, looking forward to Xiao Qian's expression when he knew the hairpin was gone, and then continued to eat his delicious hot pot.

After going out to breathe the fresh air, Xiao Qian felt a little better in his heart.

The reason for his behavior just now was not only because he disliked Amao's unhygienic behavior, but also because Xiao Qian was not a person who could eat spicy food by nature.

Ever since he was a child, he never touched spicy food, let alone ate it.

That's it, Xiao Qian walked quickly all the way, arrived at the cafeteria and went into the library after eating.At night when he was exhausted and went back to lie on the bed, he habitually touched his hand under the pillow, but he didn't touch his hairpin.

"How come? Where's my hairpin?" Xiao Qian's usually calm face showed obvious nervousness.

He kept searching, hoping to see the card issuer, but there was no, still not.

"No, where did it go?" Xiao Qian kept mumbling in his mouth.

After arriving in Switzerland, the issuing card was the only sustenance left to him by Xiaodie, but now that only sustenance has disappeared.

Xiao Chi's delicate movements naturally didn't touch Ah Mao's ears, especially Ah Mao who was still pretending to be asleep.

Seeing Xiao Qian like this, Amao felt very happy.

This rich man who has always looked down on him will have this kind of reaction, which is really satisfying.The corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a smile, and turned over as if nothing happened.

Xiao Qian thought he had woken Amao up, and felt a little guilty.Silently reduced his movements, but he was still very anxious, and the sweat on his forehead continued to flow down.

For a whole night, Xiao Qian was looking for the card issuer, that is to say, Xiao Qian didn't sleep all night, and there was more than one person who didn't sleep all night.

Amao also couldn't sleep at night.At first he wanted to use this card to take revenge on Xiao Qian, but seeing Xiao Qian's anxious behavior, he began to feel a little guilty.

But when he thought that if he handed over the hairpin, Xiaoqian might look down on him even more, and even ridicule him. Amidst such mixed emotions, Amao didn't hand over the things in the end.

And this kind of complicated heart also kept him awake all night.

Seeing Xiao Qian walk out of the door, Amao is going to put the things under Xiao Qian's bed quietly, so that Xiao Qian will not know that he took it, and he can no longer feel guilty.

The method is a good one, but the timing of Ah Mao issuing the card was very wrong, because when he just took out the issuing card and wanted to put it back, Xiao Qian came back.

Moreover, the most coincidental thing is that Xiao Qian saw the hairpin that A Mao was holding in his hand at a glance.

"It was you who took my things?"

The whole night of searching made Xiao Qian's eyes turn red at this moment, staring at Amao fiercely, as if he wanted to eat him.

Amao couldn't help shaking his body. Although he was a little scared in his heart, he still said firmly.

"What's the matter? Didn't I just take one of your hairpins? It's not a good thing, it's just a broken hairpin. Why do you care so much? If you like it, I'll buy ten or eight from the Internet and give it to you." The face shrugged indifferently.

"I asked, did you take my issuing card?"

Xiao Qian could hardly restrain his anger, he could allow Amao to sneer at him, but he didn't allow Amao to touch his own things, especially the ones that Xiaodie gave him.

"So what? What are you doing, this is a school, do you still want to beat me?" Amao kept stepping back, still speaking stubbornly.

In the next second, Xiao Qian couldn't control his anger, and rushed up like an angry leopard.The whole person fell on Amao's body.

"What are you doing! Let me go, you crazy! Don't think that I'm afraid of you, if you continue like this, I'll be rude to you." Because of self-blame, Amao didn't move his hands against Xiao now.

"Go ahead! I want to see how you are rude to me." Xiao Qian hit Amao angrily with his fist. Amao felt the pain and couldn't bear it any longer.The two immediately fought together.

The two people's movements were too big, which attracted the attention of the dormitory manager. The uncle went upstairs and forcibly separated the two people.

During this period, the dormitory uncle couldn't help but lose the lottery, who made the fight between the two boys so crazy!
"Okay, now who can explain to me what happened?"

The uncle in charge of the dormitory scratched his head, feeling a little headache. This is the first time he has encountered such a thing as a dormitory in charge for so long.

But the only answer to him was silence, neither of the two children spoke, they just looked at each other stubbornly.

"Hurry up! What are you doing? You two are roommates, why are you still fighting?"

They were all fine before, and he also knew this child. He usually doesn't like to talk, but only loves to study. He doesn't know why he suddenly started fighting.