Chapter 280 The Greedy School Beauty Who Was Attacked by Campus F4 at the Same Time (18)
[No.] Although Qingwu doesn't have morning classes tomorrow, she does have classes in the afternoon.
Qingwu added: [I have to wait until I finish my studies, maybe in the evening.]
A hint of cunningness, as if he had succeeded, flashed across his clean and well-behaved face.
Duanmu Huajun looked down at Qingwu's class schedule and agreed readily.
"Then I'll pick you up at 6 o'clock tomorrow and treat you to dinner as a token of my gratitude for being my model."
Qingwu thought that Duanmu Huajun, who was said to be indifferent to worldly affairs and a little autistic, turned out to be such an approachable person.
Recalling the last time we met briefly, Duanmu Huajun did look quite well-behaved, giving people the feeling of a boy next door, and he was quite likable.
Today is undoubtedly a day of great harvest for Qingwu.
She took off her necklace contentedly, sorted out her homework for today, and put her books and notes in order.
After everything was tidied, Qingwu no longer paid attention to the four unread messages on her phone.
Qingwu called her parents, chatted with them for a while, and told them about their latest developments.
Then, she asked her parents about the development of Ning's Pharmaceuticals. After learning that the company was indeed operating well, she hung up the phone with relief.
What a busy day, Qingwu thought.
She stretched, yawned, and prepared to rest.
And after that—it will actually be even busier.
......
Murong Jiyuan and Shangguan Qingyu are temporarily unable to return to school due to family affairs.
Therefore, all the affairs of the school, big or small, fell on the shoulders of Ouyang Xuanyue, the vice president.
There are a lot of things going on in school these two days, especially the highly anticipated campus dance is coming up. Ouyang Xuanyue is extremely busy and has no time to spare.
As the cultural and arts committee member, Duanmu Huajun has completed his part of the preparations for the dance.
After completing the task, he picked up his drawing board and left slowly.
Ouyang Xuanyue knew Duanmu Huajun's character very well and knew that he had the habit of painting every day, so he did not stop him too much.
When Duanmu Huajun just left, he seemed to be in a leisurely manner and his pace was very normal.
However, the moment he closed the door, the smile on his lips could no longer be suppressed, and he began to walk forward with big strides.
The campus of Natroland is very large, and many people choose to travel by car.
Duanmu Huajun picked up the girl he had been thinking about and drove towards his villa.
Curiosity flashed across Qingwu's beautiful face. She had heard that the villa dormitories of the heirs of the four major families were different from those of ordinary people. They were all detached villas.
She also wanted to see what kind of house they would live in at school.
Qingwu felt that the accommodation conditions in Natrolan were quite good. Each person had a single room with neat layout and complete facilities. Every detail showed meticulous care.
——Until I saw the four villas in the innermost part of Natrolan, even surrounded by small gardens.
In the center of the garden, an exquisite fountain is gurgling with water, splashing water, and under the refraction of sunlight, it forms gorgeous rainbows.
The four villas around it are generally in European Baroque style, and the milky white exterior walls are solemn and elegant.
Huge columns rise from the ground, supporting the terrace on the second floor. The exquisite carvings on the columns are delicate and intricate.
The windows of the villa are tall and spacious, inlaid with colorful glass. When the sunlight shines through, it casts colorful light and shadows on the floor inside the house, making it look like a dream.
Qingwu was in a complicated mood. A dormitory was better than her villa...
hateful!
Duanmu Huajun blinked twice, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her eyes revealed a hint of innocence and a hint of temptation: "Awu, you can come over anytime in the future."
"My dorm is usually my studio, and there aren't many people around. I'm always painting alone, and it's so lonely."
Duanmu Huajun lowered his head dejectedly, his soft hair fitting smoothly against his scalp, making him look even more adorable.
Qingwu looked at Duanmu Huajun's pitiful appearance, and her eyes moved slightly.
She looked at Duanmu Huajun with some doubt. She remembered that the last time she saw him, Duanmu Huajun spoke in a halting manner and seemed not very clear.
"Is it because you don't see or talk to people often that you're not used to talking? But you were talking to me quite normally today."
Duanmu Huajun seemed to notice Qingwu's gaze. He raised his head and met Qingwu's eyes. His glass-like eyes were so sincere that it seemed as if one could see through his heart at a glance.
"I'm so happy to see Awu today. No one has ever spoken to me before. Awu is so beautiful. It's a pleasure to listen to you talk."
Duanmu Huajun said softly, with a hint of joy and anticipation in her tone.
Qingwu's cheeks flushed slightly.
"So I unconsciously wanted to talk to Awu for a while. No one was talking to me before. Awu is so kind, she won't blame me, right?"
The voice was pleasant to the ears and the words were so appropriate that Qingwu couldn't help but relax her brows and her eyes naturally turned to Duanmu Huajun.
However, when her eyes met Duanmu Huajun, she found that the young man suddenly lowered his head, seeming a little shy.
But those eyes were still staring at her, revealing a kind of eager expectation.
"I really hope Awu can come and accompany me more..."
Although he is so tall, he speaks pitifully, like a fledgling seeking comfort.
Qingwu felt a little swollen in her heart.
She remembered that someone once said that Duanmu Huajun had the most introverted personality, even a little autistic, and had been like this since childhood.
The Duanmu family is an artistic family, and most of its members are independent artists.
Duanmu Huayun's father is a famous pianist and her mother is a leading dancer.
One of them has an almost fanatical love for music, and the other is obsessed with dancing to the extreme, and they are not at home for 364 days out of 365 days a year.
So Duanmu Huajun spent his childhood and youth alone, immersed in the world of painting and depicting his inner thoughts with his brush.
Looking at Duanmu Huajun's slightly lonely expression, a hint of pity involuntarily appeared in her beautiful eyes.
Her parents gave her all their love and let her grow up in an environment full of warmth and care.
In comparison, Duanmu Huajun's growth experience made her feel sympathetic, and she couldn't help but want to give him more care and companionship.
The jealousy that Qingwu had originally felt for Duanmu Huajun living alone in such a huge villa gradually turned into pity.
[Okay, he looks so pitiful, so I'll spend more time with him.]
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