Chapter 451： There is a kind of pleasure of slap in the face

Chapter 451 There is a kind of pleasure of slap in the face

Qiao Nian constricted her eyes, the end of her eyes was wild, and helplessly explained to him: "I didn't know it until yesterday."

She didn't know that Liang Bowen would come to Beijing, so she had told him if she knew it.

Everything happened. Qiao Nian didn’t get too entangled. He was here, so he should come out on the weekend to relax: "Have you bought the plane ticket?"

Liang Bowen half of his soul is floating in the air, dizzy, and the whole person seems to be stepping on the cloud, with a sense of unreality. Hearing Qiao Nian asked him, he hadn't slowed down yet: "...No, I didn't buy it. I originally said that I would look at your situation first."

Qiao Nian stood still not in shape, lowered his head to think, pursed his lips and said: "I will go back tomorrow, and you will come with me. I will buy you the plane ticket."

"Ah. Good, good."

Liang Bowen still hasn't recovered. Mainly, this gap is too big. He suddenly stepped on the cloud from the cliff, dizzy.

Before he came, he thought that if Qiao Nian was hit too hard, he would stay for a few more days, and then ask the school for two days off.

right now……

Liang Bowen couldn't tell whether he was happy or dumbfounded. He flew over by plane from all directions, and finally comforted his loneliness!

He took a deep breath, his mind became a little more clear, and slowly came to his senses. Looking at Qiao Nian, he still felt a little more happy.

A few days ago, the school was rumoring that there is a high probability that Qiao An will be admitted to National Tsing Hua University this time. Class B danced one by one. Every day he said that the school shouldn't let Qiao An transfer to another high school. .

When the    spread, the rumors changed, and it became Qiao Nian who bullied Qiao Ai to transfer to another school in order to grab the title of school bachelor.

I still spread similar remarks in the school post bar. Some students in the first and second grades of high school did not know the inside story and followed them to leave a message...

Someone posted Qiao Ai's score on the post bar yesterday, with 588 points, which is steady at National Taiwan University. In the post bar, this is getting more and more intense, and some people even suggested that the principal should invite people back.

They looked at their righteous indignation, but they were struggling to recite the ‘poor grade’ of sister and couldn’t refute it.

Looking back at those people's remarks now, Liang Bowen only has the pleasure of having a slap in the face!

One word, cool!

When he thought of this, he couldn't wait to send a message to Shen Qingqing who was still waiting for the news. However, at this time, the man who walked to the side to answer the phone came back, holding his mobile phone, his eyes were open, his eyes were deep and he looked at them. Said: "Sister-in-law and they are here, we should almost leave."

Qiao Nian nodded, turned to Liang Bowen and said, "Come with me for a meal at noon. They are all people you know. You have met before."

Before she had her birthday at Shuixiexuan, Ye Lan had been there, and she had eaten at the same table as Liang Bowen, but Liang Bowen didn’t know anyone, and didn’t know what Ye Lan did. He just regarded it as an elder.

Liang Bowen didn’t think too much about happy events, and his character was originally cheerful, and when he heard Qiao Nian say he was someone he knew, he felt nothing more. He nodded, still thinking about telling Shen Qingqing and they said Qiao. Reading the grades, I readily agreed: "Well, okay. Then my luggage..."

Only then did Qiao think of the hotel, raised his eyebrows, and asked him, "Have you booked a hotel?"

Liang Bowen shook his head in confusion, touched the tip of his nose in a little embarrassment, and said nonchalantly: “No, I didn’t know where you live, so I didn’t make a reservation.”

Qiao Nian took out his mobile phone, lowered his head and opened the hotel booking APP, quite casual: "I'll book you one."

(End of this chapter)