"Zhou Guozheng invited you, so I think you should accept it. After all, your father's arm is broken, and he can't afford to support you now. Maybe Zhou Guozheng can support you."
After saying that, Wang Qingqing threw the invitation letter to the ground, turned around, and walked away in her high heels.
"ah."
Xu Ningjun shuddered when he felt two hands around his waist. He turned around and saw that it was Cheng Chuan.
"You gave me a fright."
She said something coquettishly, and Cheng Chuan picked up the invitation from the ground, "Did Zhou Guozheng give it to you?"
Xu Ningjun nodded and said, "I think so. It's not signed."
She reached for the invitation and tossed it into her bag. Wang Qingqing said she would consider the permit issue.
"We'll see how things go tonight. I'll come when I'm free. After all, I need to talk to Dad about his issues."
Cheng Chuan nodded and didn't ask any more questions, his expression as indifferent as ever.
He seldom interfered in her affairs.
Xu Ningjun didn't live in the dormitory these two days, and Cheng Chuan also didn't live in the dormitory, but stayed at home with her.
At night, Xu Ningjun sat by the bed, and Cheng Chuan sat behind her, helping her dry her hair with a towel.
The young educated youth had long, soft hair that was loose and slightly wet.
The night breeze blew in from the window, bringing with it bursts of floral fragrance, which he couldn't even tell what it was.
Her house, her bed, her quilt, and her body all smelled good.
He wiped it gently from bottom to top, drying it bit by bit.
Xu Ningjun took the book and reviewed for a while. When he visited the garment factory tomorrow, he had something to say.
"Chuan'er."
"Um?"
The little thing put down the book and crawled into his arms. Its hair was almost dry after being wiped, and it rubbed against his chest, leaning against him to find a comfortable position and lying down.
"What's wrong?"
Cheng Chuan asked, and Xu Ningjun shook his head, "Test me to see if I have memorized it."
"Okay." Cheng Chuan picked up the book. "How do you classify fabrics?"
"Well... autumn and winter clothing is usually made of cotton or twill. Spring and summer clothing is usually made of a blend of polyester, nylon, and cotton."
"Advantages and fit."
"Pros...? Cool?"
Xu Ningjun couldn't quite remember, so he looked up at him. Cheng Chuan shook his head, "No."
In the past, she would interrogate him with the book, but now it was his turn to test her.
Xu Ningjun tried to test him by mentioning a few, but Cheng Chuan shook his head and said, "No."
She mumbled a lot of nonsense, and in the end she said it was easy to tear and take off.
Cheng Chuan reached out and pinched the tip of her nose. "None of this is right. Ningning didn't study hard?"
The tone of his voice rose at the end of the words, he lowered his head, and pinched her little face with his big hands.
The lips fell, and the breath was lingering like the backflow of sea water.
Xu Ningjun twisted slightly in his arms and patted his chest with her small hands. "What are those advantages? Tell me."
Cheng Chuan didn't say anything, his black eyes were half hidden in the darkness, half illuminated by the dim light of the bedside lamp.
The long eyelashes cast a bluish-gray shadow on the eyelids, embracing the warmth, and Xu Ningjun felt that every breath he took was stained with heat.
He kissed her as if to punish her for reciting the lesson incorrectly, but he refused to tell her the correct answer.
"You're so annoying! I can't study or sleep properly when I'm with you."
Xu Ningjun stretched out his hand to turn on the light and closed his eyes tightly.
If she doesn't sleep, someone will eat her.
She has to get up early tomorrow to go to the garment factory, and she can't have any marks on her body.
In the darkness, she heard him laugh. He took her from his arms and put her on the bed. He adjusted the quilt and lay down beside her.
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