"Jiang Xiaoxiao! Who is this?"
Feng Na and her friends ca out and happened to bump into them.
An iqi saw Song Moting’s handso facial features and the sharp, cold look in his eyes. Her heart ward; he was her type. She never expected a man of such quality to exist in the dical university.
This man was truly handso, and seeing him left a lasting impression.
Unfortunately, he actually knew Jiang Xiaoxiao, and it seed like they were quite close.
"Song Moting, also a freshman, but he’s not in the sa departnt as us. We passed the university entrance examination from the sa farm."
Jiang Xiaoxiao introduced.
Several girls including Jin Xiaoi couldn’t help but blush. Mainly because Song Moting’s appearance was indeed outstanding, it easily garnered people’s affection.
"Hello everyone!"
Song Moting naturally greeted them since they were Jiang Xiaoxiao’s roommates, he naturally wanted to get along well.
"I’ll go ahead, you all go back together."
Song Moting actually didn’t want to leave! But seeing so many people, he knew a private mont with Jiang Xiaoxiao was unlikely.
Should he use grandpa’s connections to make sothing special happen? At least he wanted to hold his wife to sleep every day, and be able to see her daily. Now even speaking a word felt like committing a cri.
Seeing those won’s faces full of spring-like expressions, he definitely didn’t want his wife to misunderstand.
He was the best husband and father.
His father wronged his mother, he absolutely wouldn’t do that.
He would never let Jiang Xiaoxiao be heartbroken because of him for a lifeti.
His mother’s experience could never happen to his wife; this was his inner principle.
Watched Song Moting walk away.
Feng Na leaned against Jiang Xiaoxiao’s arm. Since the last incident, Feng Na and Jiang Xiaoxiao got along very well.
Actually, it had only been a day since the last incident, but everyone seed to act as though nothing had ever happened between them, getting along very harmoniously. Of course, many people intended to flatter her, therefore, many matters were less tangled.
And An iqi, in the dormitory, was almost like an invisible person, not speaking nor interacting much with others except for her cousin Xie Baozhu who continued to follow her. Others didn’t talk to her much but didn’t deliberately make things difficult for her either.
Jiang Xiaoxiao had no interest in minding her either. After all, the little bit of conflict between them ant nothing, not so deep hatred or family feud, let alone a life-or-death situation, just classmates.
If they got along well, they’d talk more; if not, then they wouldn’t say a word, just like the current unusual harmony in the dormitory.
"This Song Moting is your boyfriend, right? You can tell just by looking! His eyes, his gaze are all directed at you, looking at you gently and softly, like water-like tenderness. But when his gaze falls on other girls, it imdiately adds a layer of coldness.
I might not have any other skills, but I can tell this man likes you to his core."
Jiang Xiaoxiao laughed; how could her man not like her?
If Song Moting didn’t like her, why would she marry him?
Smiling but saying nothing, there was no need to explain to outsiders.
Affection was their private secret; she had no interest in exposing her private life to others.
"Maybe!"
Jin Xiaoi chid in, "Jiang Xiaoxiao, is Song Moting your boyfriend? If not, we’re going to chase him. Didn’t you see the eyes of everyone in our dorm light up? Apart from Feng Na who didn’t an anything, didn’t you see the rest of us looking at him like wolves seeing at?"
Jin Xiaoi had been trying hard to chat with Jiang Xiaoxiao these days.
Wanting to restore the relationship with Jiang Xiaoxiao from before, regretting all day, especially last night tossing and turning in bed unable to sleep, feeling remorse.
How could she not see her stance clearly back then?
Although she feared An iqi, Jiang Xiaoxiao’s aura wasn’t one that ordinary girls had either.
Were her eyes blind then?
If she had stood up like Feng Na and said a word for Jiang Xiaoxiao back then, their relationship wouldn’t be so cold now.
Who was behind Jiang Xiaoxiao?
It was Dean Zhang.
So all day coming to Jiang Xiaoxiao; either chatting aimlessly or joking harmlessly.
Jiang Xiaoxiao still said nothing.
"Alright, alright, everyone stop talking, we have class in the afternoon, quickly prepare your things and reserve a seat in the classroom."
Feng Na helped Jiang Xiaoxiao out, everyone had their own privacy, and if they didn’t want others to know, it was better not to ask.
Like herself, she too had her own privacy, her secret she never hoped others would know.
A group of people laughed and chatted their way to the classroom.
Jiang Xiaoxiao carried her books; this period was a basic course.
(Given the author hasn’t attended a dical university, errors are inevitable! Please do not correct.)
Jiang Xiaoxiao arrived early at the classroom.
Imdiately saw Song Moting was actually there too.
Well, they both studied clinical dicine; this was a compulsory course.
Song Moting extended a gesture for Jiang Xiaoxiao to sit beside him.
But Feng Na shouted from the other side, "Jiang Xiaoxiao, here!"
Her roommates had already saved her a seat.
Jiang Xiaoxiao shrugged helplessly; Song Moting looked dejected. Previously, it was grandma and grandpa fighting over his wife, now even unrelated strangers were competing.
Can life be lived peacefully?
Jiang Xiaoxiao sat beside Feng Na; Song Moting snorted coldly, although she wasn’t beside him! But she was two rows in front, still considered close.
Song Moting glanced at the unpleasant guy in front who was sneakily eyeing his wife.
Feeling uncomfortable.
"Hello! I’m Zhang Hui! Nice to et you! I also study clinical dicine."
The boy excitedly spoke to Jiang Xiaoxiao, introducing himself.
Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled and nodded, "I’m Jiang Xiaoxiao, nice to et you."
Then saw a big man approach Zhang Hui.
Jiang Xiaoxiao felt embarrassed.
What was this about?
Zhang Hui also noticed soone had co up beside him.
"Classmate, class is about to start, hurry and sit down, otherwise you’ll block the view of others."
Zhang Hui was definitely a good person, how polite he was.
Song Moting suddenly held his stomach, looking distressed.
Zhang Hui stood up quickly, supporting Song Moting.
"Classmate, what’s wrong? Are you uncomfortable, do you need to take you to the school infirmary for a check?"
Song Moting took advantage and sat in Zhang Hui’s seat, shaking his head, "No need! Thank you, I just had a little stomachache earlier. Quickly sit down, or you’ll block the view of other students during class."
Zhang Hui looked at his seat then at the upright Song Moting, helplessly took his study materials and sat next to Song Moting.
Scratching his head, sothing didn’t feel right.
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