I don't just want to dream about you

In the next few days, Zhu Si cooperated with the police to make several records.After learning about Yu Yi's actions, Zhu Si felt terrified for a while, and at the same time, he was also somewhat depressed.

People often think that crimes won't happen around them, but if they really happen to them, the feeling will be very different.

The big stone in Shen Qinghan's heart has fallen, and after solving Zhu Si's matter, Shen Qinghan's mind is full of Meng Yihuan.

She often feels dizzy recently.From time to time, I would hallucinate and hear my manager muttering something beside my bed.

Shen Qinghan couldn't help panicking, she couldn't tell whether the present world was real or just a dream of her own.

Whether it is true or not, it has a very different meaning to Shen Qinghan.

Also Huan.....

As if tireless, I read night after night.How come you don't know that I like you...

It will soon be New Year's Day, and the student union has been in a hurry for a while because Yu Yi is not here.But fortunately, Zhu Si was exceptionally capable, and the progress of the work did not lag behind too much.

Meng Yihuan watched the stage built on the playground get bigger and bigger, and felt like an outsider, with nothing to do at all.

It's impossible to go on like this, since I am also a member of the student union, watching everyone busy up and down, and drinking tea here by myself, no matter how you look at it, it is too much, right?

With this thought in mind, Meng Yihuan looked at Shen Qinghan who was sitting in front and sorting out the documents.

"Sister, is there anything I can do to help?" Meng Yihuan asked looking at the document Shen Qinghan put on the table.

"Huh?" Shen Qinghan put the documents he had just packed into a drawer, raised his eyes and looked at Meng Yihuan, "What?"

"Isn't the school celebration held on New Year's Day? Then I saw that everyone was very busy, so I wondered if there was anything I could do to help?" Meng Yihuan thought for a long time in his heart and said the wording, God knows How difficult it is for her.

Meng Yihuan herself is like a salted fish, paralyzed as long as she can.She is not such a diligent person at all, but seeing that everyone around her is busy, she feels that she should do something.

"No need," Shen Qinghan said, "Basically, it's almost done."

Seeing Meng Yihuan standing in front of her, she still felt a little uneasy.Shen Qinghan's eyes on Meng Yihuan softened.

How can she be so obedient, she looks so easy to rub.

"If Yi Huan really wants to help, how about coming to supervise my dance practice?"

"Huh? That's not good?"

Meng Yihuan shook her head crazily, she couldn't help but wonder in her heart if she said something wrong just now, that's why Shen Qinghan asked him to supervise her dance practice.

"What's wrong? I want to show you the dance after I started practicing." Shen Qinghan half-closed his eyes and said

, and did not give Meng Yihuan time to think, Shen Qinghan made a decision like this, "Then let's say it like this."

Meng Yihuan's eyes were full of confusion.What I said was not the same thing as what Shen Qinghan said, right?

But this time she reacted fast enough, and she heard Shen Qinghan laughing and saying that she practiced this dance to show herself.

What does it mean?Meng Yihuan's heart beat out of rhythm in an instant, several beats faster.Are you implying something to yourself?

"Senior sister, do you still remember when I asked who you liked?" Meng Yihuan pretended to flip through a magazine placed on the side, carefully looking at Shen Qinghan.

"Remember." Shen Qinghan clenched his hands into a fist, resting his chin, looking at Meng Yihuan.

Shen Qinghan really likes to see Meng Yihuan jumping his feet in a hurry, Yihuan must like me, right?

"Then, can we talk now?" Meng Yihuan bit her lip and hesitated for a while before asking.

Meng Yihuan had no experience of liking anyone before.I haven't chased anyone before, so it's a blank piece in this regard.Meng Yihuan, who couldn't think of anything, had to rely on her own wild thinking.

She has always been very concerned about the fact that Shen Qinghan said at the milk tea shop that she has someone she likes.At first, my heart was sour and astringent.Up to now, I think about this matter over and over again every day.

Who will Shen Qinghan like?It's so annoying, why can't you like yourself, Shen Qinghan, can't you look at me?

Meng Yihuan suddenly became emotional, the corners of her eyes turned red, she thought a lot about Shen Qinghan, more or less mixed with her own personal feelings.

"How about I tell you when the school celebration is over?" Shen Qinghan said with a smile, "I'm telling you now, I always feel that there is a little less surprise."

"Is there still a sense of surprise?" Meng Yihuan was very sour, and he was so jealous that anyone with a discerning eye could see that the senior sister actually felt that she would have a sense of surprise.

Unless you say you like me, it's all for nothing.Meng Yihuan pouted, looking depressed after being prevaricated.

"Well, of course." Shen Qinghan pulled the hair close to his face behind his ears, and suddenly wanted to touch Meng Yihuan's face.

"Yihuan, don't move." Shen Qinghan touched Meng Yihuan's face and rubbed it, pretending to take off something dirty.

"What's wrong, senior? Is there something dirty on my face?" The corners of Meng Yihuan's eyes were slightly red, and he looked like a bullied bunny, pitiful and wanting to be pinched.

"No." Shen Qinghan smiled and shook his head, "I was wrong."

Just want to touch your face.

The New Year's Day holiday came as scheduled. During this time, Shen Qinghan and Meng Yihuan often met. Meng Yihuan can say bluntly that this dance has been engraved in her memory.

Every movement, every beat, is clearly remembered.

It has to be said that the difference between people is all about hard work. Meng Yihuan witnessed Shen Qinghan's dance, which was already excellent from the very beginning, and it was almost flawless afterward.

Although I don't know how other people dance, but in Meng Yihuan's mind, no one can surpass Shen Qinghan.

Hey, if the senior sister joins the women's group, she must be debuting at the C position. Such a bright person should shine brightly in the center of the stage.

Once this thought popped up, it was hard to suppress it, the more Meng Yihuan thought about it, the more she felt that it should be like this.

After Shen Qinghan finished dancing, he sat by the side and gulped water.

With his head slightly raised, beads of sweat slowly fell on his neck along with his face, the winter sun shone through the window, and a halo surrounded Shen Qinghan's body.

Meng Yihuan couldn't help but be infatuated.

"What's the matter Yihuan?" Shen Qinghan held the mineral water bottle in his hand and smiled brightly at Meng Yihuan.

Damn it, does this arsonist have no self-awareness about his own beauty?Meng Yihuan bowed a handful of tears silently, tears of envy were about to fall from the corner of her mouth.

"Senior sister is so weird and beautiful." As an honest person, Meng Yihuan expressed her inner thoughts very honestly.

After Shen Qinghan finished listening, the corners of Shen Qinghan's mouth curved even wider.Keeping the original movement, his eyes blinked, bright like an elf in the grassland.

"Then look at me a little more"

Is this teasing me?This must be teasing me, right?This must be teasing me!

Meng Yihuan's brain was spinning fast, and she was sure that Shen Qinghan must have pretended to be bad, and she was waiting to see how shy and speechless she looked.

Oh woman, if I am fascinated by your appearance, it will really be a waste of the days when I was numb to beauties in the past 20 years.

"Okay." Meng Yihuan moved closer, as if looking at every inch of Shen Qinghan's body very seriously.

She wouldn't blush with embarrassment just because of such a trivial matter.But Shen Qinghan didn't know what was going on, his whole body was red from the neck.

Meng Yihuan watched Shen Qinghan's neck and cheeks slowly turn red, and was shocked instantly, and touched Shen Qinghan's neck with his hand, "Senior sister, why is your neck so red?"

"It's hot." Shen Qinghan said in a low voice, with a slight tremor in his tone, "Don't touch me, it's a little itchy."

"Oh oh oh" Meng Yihuan withdrew his hand in an instant, and was about to open the window of the dance studio, but he thought that Shen Qinghan was wearing simple sportswear when practicing dancing.It would be bad if I caught a cold, so I simply gave up this idea.

From time to time, Shen Qinghan's expression and posture appeared in his mind, with an indescribable femininity.

Man is a magical animal that wants to die.Meng Yihuan thought about Shen Qinghan saying that her neck was ticklish, and her hands were itchy.Always want to touch people.

If it wasn't for the lack of courage, Meng Yihuan would definitely have to do it.

"Yihuan, can you give me your contact information?" After the dance practice was over, Shen Qinghan wiped the sweat from his hair with a towel, took out his mobile phone, and handed it to Meng Yihuan.At the same time, he quietly watched Meng Yihuan from beginning to end.

Thinking of having a holiday tomorrow and not being able to see Meng Yihuan, Shen Qinghan felt a strange itch in his heart.If it really doesn't work, just make a phone call and talk on the phone.

"Huh?" So the senior doesn't have her own contact information?Meng Yihuan touched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly.

After the two exchanged contact information, Shen Qinghan repeated the phone number several times.

"Yihuan, will you change your contact information?"

"No, it's too troublesome to memorize an extra phone number," Meng Yihuan said.

Her phone number has never been changed, and the reason is because she is too lazy to memorize another phone number, and she doesn't want to inform others that she has changed her contact information, which is too troublesome.

"That's good." Shen Qinghan lowered his eyes and smiled.

Suddenly, there was a pain like being hit by a pendant, and Shen Qinghan staggered, almost falling down.

"Sister?!" Meng Yihuan quickly supported Shen Qinghan, "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

The tone was full of panic and worry.

"I'm fine." Shen Qinghan shook his head, stroked Meng Yihuan's arm, and patted Meng Yihuan to comfort her.