Ying Tongchen put down the pen, picked up the glasses cloth and wiped the lenses: "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Zhuo Shu smiled, planning to wait for him to return to the room together, and flip through the notebook next to him, "What is this? Meeting notes?"

"Um."

"The handwriting is pretty good." Zhuo Shu glanced at it casually, just about to close it, he made a sudden movement, reopened the book, and looked at it carefully, his expression became more and more complicated, "Is this your handwriting? "

"Otherwise?" Ying Tongchen put the glasses in the box, closed the lid, and made a clatter, which shocked Zhuo Shu.

"Do you know any other fonts?"

"I'm not Ban Zhang, this is my handwriting, it's the only one." Ying Tongchen saw his expression cracked and wondered, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with my handwriting?"

"No, no problem." Zhuo Shu covered his chest.

There is definitely a problem with the love letter!

Not knowing what to think, he dug out Ban Zhang's from the paper. Although it is difficult to compare Chinese and English handwriting, but after careful identification, he still sees similar traces from the beginning of the pen and the end of the end.

The paper fell weakly from his hands.

The love letter was not written to him by Ying Tongchen, but to him by the class leader... No, Ban Zhang doesn't know him, so there is only one Xiao Zhuo left in their class.

He said with righteous indignation, "Wow, this stinky boy Ban Zhang actually likes Zhuo Zi."

Ying Tongchen said, "How did you know that?"

"I just know." Zhuo Shu's face darkened, and he looked at Ying Tongchen with a complicated look, his heart ached.

There are many decent people, but they really want to find a Huobao friend.

What is he now?

Tool man!

Forget it, I'm cool too, and they're just tool people for each other.

"Go to sleep." Ying Tongchen glanced at the time.

"Oh, are you so impatient?"

"?"

"That's all." Zhuo Shu got up and went back to the room, and fell on the bed, "Come on, I don't want to move tonight, you can move yourself."

Ying Tongchen pulled the quilt out, and Zhuo Shu rolled to the wall.

Then the room went dark and the lights were turned off.

He waited for a long time without waiting for any movement, so he couldn't help but look back, and by the moonlight outside, he saw that he had fallen asleep quietly.

After a long while, he gently lifted the quilt and shrank in. His hand accidentally touched Ying Tongchen's cold hand, and he gently rubbed the other's hand, but felt that it was still not warm enough, so he simply wrapped it in the palm of his hand.

In the darkness, Ying Tongchen's eyelids moved slightly, but in the end he didn't lift his eyelids, letting the temperature of this chi swept his whole body.

The next day, before dawn, Ying Tongchen opened his eyes. He moved a bit and found that his hand was still in someone else's hand. .

When Zhuo Shu woke up, it was past seven o'clock. He looked at the empty room, walked to the table, and saw that it was written on the note that he was going to study in the morning, so he went to wash his face.

When going out, Auntie Lin next door happened to go shopping for groceries. After seeing him, she greeted him warmly: "Good morning, plumber. Ei Xiaoying, why is there always something wrong with this house? It needs to be reported to his landlord."

"Yeah, you're right." Zhuo Shu followed her downstairs, chatted a few words, and walked to his car.

Auntie Lin looked shocked: "Huh! Can plumbing repairers now drive such a good car?!"

Mi Shu worked for a long time, and keenly found that the boss was in a bad mood. She knocked on the door and walked in with the documents, and said respectfully, "Mr. Zhuo, you need to sign these two documents."

Zhuo Shu signed, looked at the words on the document, and closed the document with a stinky face.

Mi Shu was about to go out with the documents in her arms. As soon as she reached the door, she heard him instructing: "Come back and close the door."

Mi Shu silently prayed for herself, then closed the door, turned around and smiled and said, "Mr. Zhuo, do you have any other orders?"

"Come here, there is something for me to analyze and analyze."

"OK."

After she sat down, Zhuo Shu thought about it and said, "That's right, I have a friend..."

Mi Shu suddenly became alert: "This friend of yours can't be named Zhuo, can he? He doesn't happen to be the president of K.W, right?"

"Of course not!" Zhuoshu raised his voice.

"Okay, I understand, you go on."

"You also know that in our circle, is it normal to take care of yourself?" Zhuo Shu said, "And then my friend went to take care of someone."

"Uh-huh."

"As a result, he packaged the wrong person. That person is not a star who is seeking support at all, but a teacher." Zhuo Shu said.

Mi Shu: "Hi" The horror is like hiss!

Suddenly scared, knowing the news, can she still walk out of this office alive?

Zhuo Shu added: "Then they redefined the relationship, and now it's another relationship, you know."

Mi Shu: No, I don't want to understand!

"But just before that, he just received a love letter from that teacher."

Mi Shu: Huh? Influx listen.

"As a result, my friend found out yesterday that this love letter was not given to him by the teacher at all." Zhuo Shu said with a fickle expression, turned the pen, and the cap flew out.

Mi Shu was startled, and carefully pondered his expression. After a while, she nodded: "I probably understand where this is going, so at present your....what is your friend wanting to consult?"

"I don't know." Zhuo Shu said, "He said he was annoying, and I didn't know what he wanted to consult."

Mi Shu made a tactical push: "Your friend's current situation is very similar to that of a friend of mine."

Zhuo Shu paused, as if he had found a bosom friend: "Really?"

"Well, she used to be angry because of something inexplicable, but soon, she realized it."

Zhuo Shu immediately asked, "What did you realize?"

Mi Shu: "She wants to fall in love."