Chapter 830: He is very cold (67)

"...An Ang Ge, a safe and can't talk, it's two meanings." Yu Chu rolled his eyes.
"I said one is one." A meager person is hard to get a child, holding her and not letting go.
......
On the day he left, Yu Chu went to the airport to give away people. They looked at the travellers who were reluctant to look at them. Because of the value of the Lord God, they were very bright in them. In particular, Zhu Majun looked at her coldly until she boarded the plane. But holding her hand and not letting go.
"Call me," he said coldly.
"Yeah." Yu Chu should be.
Bamboo Horse is silent for a few seconds. "Nobody gives you a warm stomach. You drink more hot water. Don't eat ice cream often."
"Know it." Yu Chu nodded.
The voice of the teenager is still cold and cold. "And, don't wear a short skirt, make friends cautiously, don't be cheated."
"Good." Yu Chu continued to nod.
"Call me every day." He stared at her.
"Ok."
"Email once a week, have photos."
"……it is good."
"Write a letter once a month," the boy's voice finally grievances, pitiful, "You hand-written."
"Good." Yu Chu smiled, rubbing his feet and breaking his hair.
An Zhen turned and left, while walking back and turning back, the cold and frivolous people, actually grievances, took a step back and looked at it, his face was quiet and sad.
He walked through the security check and finally waved his hand.
Yu Chu also waved at him.
The young slender figure disappeared, and the girls next to me couldn’t help but get together and asked: "Is it your boyfriend, so I like it..."
When I left, the kind of cold ice, but I can see the small appearance of reluctance, and it is cute and cute. From such a look, you can see the enviable feelings.
The girls are all envious, and Yu Chu has no intention to say more. She walked out of the airport, squinted at the blue sky and white clouds, smiling and sighing.
She looked down and checked her own course, selected several festivals, and decided to go to see Xiaoma.
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A few months later.
The streets of exotic countries are already winter snow.
Christmas, the window, and the front of the store are decorated with colorful Christmas trees. The red silk hangs on the tree, the bright stars and the lights, and the tree is beautifully decorated. The top of the tree is the largest star.
The roads were covered with snow, and the street cafes took back the tables and chairs outside the store. The Christmas wreath was hung in front of the door, and the passers-by’s footprints were printed on the white snow.
In the old castle-like college, only three or three students left, and the bells in the distance rang a few times.
A person slowly walked out of the corridor and stepped on the snow.
He was slender, dressed in a dark trench coat, and his collar was decorated with a long, white neck, a pair of beautiful hands, and casually holding several English books.
Occasionally, students who met had greeted each other with respect and respect, and the girls couldn’t help but look back and whisper.
"Good young..."
"Yes? And it looks so good."
"No one will chase it?"
"How is it possible, but I heard that people have girls they like, so everyone has not succeeded."
"I heard that it is a domestic girlfriend..."

Ah?
Someone regretted,
When you finish these courses, you must go back to China...

"Professor certainly doesn't want people to go back..."
The whispers of the girls are gradually gone.
The eyebrows are indifferent, coveted down the steps, the snow falls on his delicate eyebrows, the eyelashes are slightly smashed, and it turns into crystal water droplets, which are lightly suspended.