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The results of the February interview came out. Song Jiaojiao and Fang Youran both successfully passed the interview. They passed both the written test and the interview at the same time and were waiting to apply for the certificate in March. That night, the four people in the dormitory went out to celebrate.
And soon came the winter vacation. Song Jiaojiao had been looking forward to the winter vacation of her senior year for a long time, because she and Lu Jingzuo had made an appointment to travel to a northern city together during the winter vacation this year. Song Jiaojiao had already chosen the location, and they Prepare to go to Yuncheng, a typical northern city where winter is all year round, and this time it happened to be the heavy snow season.
She had already reported to her parents about traveling. After such a long time, Song Qingguo's attitude towards Lu Jingzuo had already softened, and he truly accepted and recognized him, while Wang Huilin had always been firm. Standing beside Lu Jingzuo unswervingly, as for Uncle Lu, after knowing that they were going to travel, he directly stuffed a card into Song Jiaojiao and told him to spend whatever he wanted without saving money. Later, Song Jiaojiao checked and found out this There was actually one hundred thousand in the card, and I was so frightened that I dropped the card in my hand.
This card was thrown to Lu Jingzuo like a hot potato, "Uncle gave too much. We have money, so you should give it back." They had saved a lot of money at this time, Moreover, Wang Huilin gave her another 10,000 yuan yesterday, so the travel funds are sufficient.
Lu Jingzuo handed the card back to her hand, "Since it was given to me by my father, you can take it with peace of mind."
"Butit's really too much." One hundred thousand, not one piece or one thousand, but ten thousand, it's too exaggerated.
Lu Jingzuo smiled, kissed her slightly parted lips, and said, "The elder's gift is indispensable."
Song Jiaojiao still felt very uneasy. In the end, Lu Jingzuo had no choice but to keep the card himself.
Originally they planned a trip for the two of them, but it turned out later that Ji Wei also knew that they were going to travel. Without saying a word, he packed his luggage and followed him. If Ji Wei knew, it meant that Zhao Qingyan also knew. Later, Xu Cun also clamored to go together. At the end, Chu Ruwu was added, and the originally imagined romantic twosome became a six-person team trip.
Song Jiaojiao looked at the four chattering people dragging suitcases and shut himself up.
They took the afternoon flight. It took more than three hours to fly from S City to Yuncheng. Xu Yan originally wanted to sit with Song Jiaojiao, but Lu Jingzuo had a sullen face and refused to change seats with her. In the end, she Still, Chu Ruwu called him back.
After returning to his seat, Xu Cyan muttered softly, "Stingy, so stingy."
Chu Ruwu glanced at her and said with a smile: "What was originally a sweet twosome suddenly turned into a team of six. Now you still want to steal someone from him. Do you think he can be generous?"
Song Jiaojiao rarely flies, so she was a little excited after the plane took off. She pulled Lu Jingzuo and whispered: "Look, it's flying."
"We are going up."
"so high."
¡°It turns out our S city looks like this from above. It¡¯s so beautiful.¡±
Lu Jingzuo rubbed the top of her hair lovingly, "It will be more beautiful if you watch it at night."
Song Jiaojiao was in high spirits, but after being excited for just half an hour, she felt sleepy. She couldn't help but yawned several times. Seeing this, Lu Jingzuo asked her, "Are you sleepy?"
"Well, a little bit."
Lu Jingzuo pressed Song Jiaojiao's head on his shoulder, "If you feel sleepy, take a nap."
Song Jiaojiao nodded, put his hand into his gentle palm, and then slowly closed his eyes.
When Song Jiaojiao was woken up by Lu Jingzuo, the plane was already landing. She asked confusedly: "Are we here?"
"Well, we're here." Lu Jingzuo said softly.
After the plane was stable, the six of us got off the plane together. Because we were traveling for seven days and arrived in a northern city, most of our suitcases were large. After getting off the plane, we followed the icons at the airport to pick them up. respective suitcases.
When they came here, they had already booked a hotel. It was not far from the airport and it took about ten minutes to get there by taking an ambulance. But there were so many of them that they took two taxis.
The hotel was booked by Lu Jingzuo. The six of them booked three rooms. Xu Gan had a separate room, Ji Wei and the other three boys shared a large room, and he and Jiao Jiao shared a room. The arrangement was very good.
When Song Jiaojiao saw Xu Gan's aggrieved expression but didn't say anything, he quietly pulled his sleeve and said, "How about I share a room with Xu Gan?"
Lu Jingzuo looked at her and refused coldly, "Don't even think about it."
Song Jiaojiao: "¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤¡¤"Join them.
When they arrived at the lobby, the four of them had already arrived, and they greeted them after seeing them.
"Here you come? What do you want to eat for lunch?"
¡°I just looked at the food guide, how about we go eat the hot pot here?¡±
¡°Okay, it¡¯s better to have a hot hot pot on such a cold day.¡±
So having hot pot for lunch was unanimously approved.
According to the Yuncheng food guide, they found a famous internet hot pot restaurant. As soon as they entered the store, they were salivated by the aroma that hit their faces. Xu Yan sniffed and said, "It smells really good." ah."
Song Jiaojiao licked his lips, it really smelled good.
There were a lot of people at noon, and they waited for a while to get their seats.
Everyone was so satisfied with this hot pot meal. Even Zhao Qingyan, who has always been very picky, said that he would like to have another meal tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. Of course, everyone thought so too. It is just a matter of eating a few more of such delicious hot pot. I will never get tired of it.
It was almost eight o'clock in the evening after eating hot pot. Since today was the first day and we had been on a plane for such a long time, we didn't have any arrangements. After dinner, everyone went back to the hotel.
Lu Jingzuo packed up the clothes in the suitcase and hung them in the hotel closet. He glanced at Song Jiaojiao who was lying on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, took out her pajamas and said, "Jiaojiao, go take a shower."
Song Jiaojiao put down her phone and responded. After seeing the pajamas in her hand, her whole body felt like a lightning strike, "Youyou want me to wear pajamas like this?"
So thin? So transparent?
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"One Hundred Dreams"
Lu Qiongjiu has a warm and popular writer named Nan Xing. She has followed him for six years and watched him grow from obscurity to fame. However, during these six years, she did not even know what he looked like or whether he was a boy or a girl.
The first time Lu Qiongjiu met Wen Nanxing was in the hospital. The young man was sitting in a wheelchair with a thin blanket covering his knees. He had gentle brows, a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, and a soft and warm voice.
"Are you the beauty editor?"
Everyone around Lu Qiongjiu knew that this woman had never put any man in her eyes. She was aloof and hot, typical of a choking little pepper, white and rich, but it was such a person who held that handsome young man in the palm of her hand. That's called cherishing.
She originally thought that he was a thin and pitiful little white flower on the high mountain, making people feel loved and pitiful, until later she saw him wearing a suit and leather shoes, and the surroundings were cold, but the pair of black eyes looking at her were familiar, hot and warm. After being stubborn, she realized that maybe she was the poor little white flower in his eyes.
Later, she asked him, "Since you left, why did you come back?"
His cold lips were pressed against her neck, which was so white that the veins could be clearly seen, and he murmured softly, "I will naturally find the person I dream about."
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Paranoid and indifferent writer x Choiko Bai Fumei