Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 650 Hey, the food delivery guy (37)

The canteen here is always noisy, but the third floor is a privately contracted high-end restaurant similar to a hotel. The price is so expensive that people doubt life, so no one goes there.

Qi Qingshi changed her clothes, and she walked up to the third floor slowly, when someone gave her an envious look—hehe, she doesn't know how to treat guests.

Rich people in the world are all alike, and poor people are poor in their own way.

"Mr. Nan, I've been waiting for a long time." Under the guidance of the waitress sister, she quickly found Nan Zhiheng who was holding a copy of "History of Children's Literature".

He raised his eyes, lowered his head and continued to look, without saying a word.

In the entire small box, there was a suffocating silence.

Qi Qingshi felt a little embarrassed. She stuck out her tongue, walked to one side of the round table and sat down. The position of He Nan Zhiheng was exactly at the two ends of the center line of the circle. Visually, there was no position farther than this distance. up.

It seemed that she had strayed into the library by mistake. The small private room was eerily quiet, and she sighed softly.

what happened?
There is nothing wrong today, except for listening to the old dean's conversation for more than two hours.

About 3 minutes later, Nan Zhiheng closed the book, and he patted the stool beside him that he had pulled out a long time ago, "Sit here."

"Eh? No need... I'll just sit here..."

Nan Zhiheng flew over with a sharp eye, and Qi Qingshi obediently shut up.

She took the small bag and slowly moved to Nan Zhiheng's side.

"It's warmer here, and it's not the direct air outlet of the air conditioner." Nan Zhiheng cleared his throat, a little hoarse.

"Teacher, aren't you..." She was about to ask something, but the other party made another slap in the face, Qi Qingshi quickly changed her words, "Zhi Heng, do you have a cold?"

"Thanks to you." Nan Zhiheng glanced at the girl.

Nasal stuffy, stuffy brain - so don't get too close to someone with a cold, it's contagious.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that Zhiheng was susceptible to infection, so I still have medicine here, or..." Qi Qingshi awkwardly flipped through his backpack, but also wanted to laugh.

Nan Zhiheng said it was neither a complaint nor a fault, he felt...he seemed to be bullied.

This girl has recovered from a cold, so she dislikes his poor physique?
"No, I'm telling you today that the school has blocked all reporters from interviewing you. Before the court session, you should not leave the school, so as not to be photographed and sent negative news by some unprofessional guys." As Zhiheng said, his nasal voice became more and more serious, and it seemed to be a little soft and cute.

"okay, I get it."

In this world, there are all kinds of people, and she understood it back then. In the days when her father had just left, there was a crazy paparazzi who squatted near her house to secretly take pictures, and posted a very unprofessional Ethical articles.

Roughly something like "the father is dead and no one remembers", "the unfilial daughter is full of smiles" and the like.

Vulnerable groups have no sympathy, and are attacked by traditional moralists.

Because there is no need to be responsible for criticism on the Internet, so you can speak whatever you want.

"Don't worry, we will help you. When using public opinion to create momentum, I specifically asked the other party to use a pseudonym." Nan Zhiheng added, very gentle, "During this time, you can just go to class as usual."

"Okay, thank you..." She couldn't help but her eyes turned red, and she quickly looked in the direction of the warm air from the air conditioner, her eyes felt dry after a while.

Tears run out.

Home-cooked dishes came up one after another, including five dishes such as Xishi tofu, pumpkin with egg yolk, and sweet and sour pork ribs, all of which were full of aroma.

"Grumble~"

　First update today.

　　I finally finished my [-]-word assignment.

　　Emmmm......

　　The Chinese department I chose had to be finished on my knees.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)