Chapter 897: The seventh day of the couple

Many years later, college A students in the same class as Han Qilu and An Chuxia will remember such a scene.
At the beginning of the new semester, the weather was extremely hot and the sun was so hot that it seemed to be scorching people. The registration team was long in line, and when it was approaching noon, a horn suddenly sounded at the school gate.
A flaming red sports car drove in from the school gate, and the students in the line craned their necks to look at the flamboyant red car and whispered.
"Who? How can I get the car in? Don't you let it in?"
"Probably the leader of the school?"
"Is it wrong? Shouldn't the current leaders be very taboo to show off their wealth? Are you afraid of being invited to drink tea?"
...
Inside the car.
"It seems to be very hot outside." Han Qilu parked the car under a big tree, the shade just covering the whole car.
"Yes." An Chuxia nodded slightly, looked outside, and then at Han Qilu, and said, "Or, shall we come back in the evening?"
Seeing that the line is so long, I guess there will be fewer people in the evening, right?
As soon as she finished speaking, Han Qilu opened the car door: "I'll help you sign up. If it feels cold, turn down the air conditioner, you know?"
He looks like an elder telling a junior.
An Chuxia frowned slightly: "Han Qilu, how old do you consider me?"
Han Qilu didn't reply, got up and got out of the car, the door was quickly closed.
There was a scream outside, An Chuxia looked at the sound and found that everyone was looking here, and everyone's expressions looked very excited. And the eyes of those people stayed on Han Qilu.
It’s not good for a boyfriend to get up too handsome.
She sighed and flipped through the thick textbook in her hand.
It was also after college that she discovered that Han Qilu's IQ had reached a heinous level. Although she majored in screenwriting, some subjects are the same as Han Qilu's finance.
And she needs to get up early and go to bed late to get a good test. Han Qilu only needs a few glances a few days before the test to get the same score as her!
It's hard to imagine how bad Han Qilu's results would be if he got serious!
Thinking of this, she felt even more upset in her heart.
When she scolded Han Qilu fiercely in her heart, her car door was suddenly opened. Her hand paused, and she looked to the right.
Han Qilu held an ice cream in his hand and handed it over with a smile: "Early summer, for you."
That innocent smile really... makes her feel a little guilty for him-she was still scolding him just now.
"Thank you." An Chuxia took it over with a guilty conscience, and asked in passing: "Why do you suddenly remember to buy this for me?"
He is not a person who is so careful to buy her ice cream.
"I wanted to buy water... I saw ice cream, so I bought it for you. I stayed in the car, yes." He lowered his head and took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "I have a lot of them in my mobile phone. Games, if you feel bored, you can play games."
After speaking, he waved his hand, took the registration items and closed the car door again.
As soon as he turned around, the smile on Han Qilu's face immediately disappeared, and his face instantly turned into a poker face like an iceberg.
In fact, he did not plan to buy ice cream for An Chuxia. I just felt thirsty, so I went to the supermarket on campus to buy water, but I saw a couple inadvertently.
"My dear, I want to eat ice cream!" The girl whispered, holding the guy's arm.
"Okay." The boy decisively bought an ice cream, but after handing it to the girl, the moment the girl opened her mouth to bite the ice cream, the boy moved his face over, and the two immediately kissed each other.
Han Qilu's hands holding two bottles of mineral water stiffened, and his eyes were naturally taken back from the pair of men and women, and fell on the cashier's face: "Trouble, take the mineral water back, I want an ice cream, girls like to eat it. The kind."
The cashier aunt didn't doubt that he had him, so she exchanged ice cream for him.
However, when it came to practice, he hesitated. It was that second of hesitation. He missed the opportunity to bring his face closer, so he had to borrow his mobile phone to play with An Chuxia to hide his guilty conscience.
"Ahem!" Han Qilu gave a light cough, straightened his face, and raised his foot to walk towards the long line.
"Wow! The male is here!" A girl screamed, and the crowd suddenly became restless again.
A girl who was at the front of the line suddenly shouted when he approached: "Male god! Come ahead of me!"
Han Qilu has always ignored the voices of those idiots, but the phrase "Leave me ahead" actually squeezed into his ears. His footsteps suddenly slowed down, and he calmly looked at the talking girl.
The girl seemed to see him looking over, her face immediately smiled like a flower: "Come here, male god!"
Han Qilu's eyes sank, he paid attention to the girl's face, and subconsciously compared it with An Chuxia in his heart, frowning slightly, far from his early summer.
However, he walked over.
The girl was full of excitement and pulled him over with extreme enthusiasm: "Male god! What is your name? Do you have a girlfriend? Which department?"
Han Qilu stood in front of the girl with confidence. Hearing this series of questions, his remaining patience was also polished, and his face was still expressionless.
"En? Why don't you answer my question?" The girl looked at him expectantly.
at last……
He spoke slowly, his voice low and tight: "I don't have a girlfriend, but I have a fiancee. As for my name, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you. Isn't it?"
The girl's face turned black, quite embarrassing.
He withdrew his hand at the right time, tapped twice, and continued to say, "Also, I never jump in the line, so since I'm in line, you can go."
Such awe-inspiring words made the girl's face darker.
"Have you heard? Let you go! Go back in the row!"
"Yes! Hurry up and go back!"
The girls who didn't catch up with Han Qilu behind shouted at the girls with the mentality of watching a good show.
The girl finally couldn't stretch herself, stomped her foot, and ran away.
After the girl ran away for a while, Han Qilu glanced at the direction the girl was leaving, his eyes darkened.
He seems to be less and less patient with girls except An Chuxia. It’s not good to go on like this, you have to change, you have to change...
After signing up, he returned to the car without stopping for a moment.
An Chuxia was still reading. Seeing Han Qilu coming back so fast, she was a little surprised and asked angrily: "Han Qilu, did you join the team again under your identity?"
Han Qilu was slightly displeased, his face tightened, and he stared at her unhappily and said, "Am I the kind of unqualified person?"
"Aren't you?" An Chuxia glared back, curling her lips: "If you didn't jump in the line, how could you come back so soon?"
"Anyway, I didn't jump in the line." Han Qilu said, starting the car, and the red sports car quickly drove away from the entrance of University A.
The car left the school gate and drove all the way to the Forbidden City.
An Chuxia released the book and looked at Han Qilu seriously and said, "I still don't want to disclose our relationship."
"Why?" Han Qilu squeezed the steering wheel, his eyes dimmed: "Who doesn't know our relationship if you know us?"
"But..." She swallowed her saliva and said with courage: "I don't want to be too public. I was too high-profile in high school, so I want to be calmer in college."
She didn't want to stage the same plot as in high school anymore, because she stood with Han Qilu and attracted all kinds of jealousy. High school can't go through peacefully, college should let her live a little more plainly, right?
"With me, life will never be calm. So, you'd better get used to it early." The green light came on and he refocused on driving.
The imperial capital is more crowded than City A, and he must always pay attention to the road conditions.
"It's not a problem of adapting or not adapting!" An Chuxia raised the volume: "Anyway, we..."
Before she finished speaking, Han Qilu categorically interrupted her: "There is no discussion about this matter!"
She was about to speak again, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the two people on the roadside. Her eyes flashed and she turned to look back. The two people were getting farther and farther, but she still saw the two people-Nangong Zifei and Nangong Viscount.
Those two people actually walked side by side.
She was surprised, but she felt reasonable.
"What are you looking at?" Han Qilu squinted at her and asked suspiciously.
"No, no." She shook her head quickly and said with an extremely calm expression: "I just saw two black people, and I think it's quite novel."
"He didn't doubt and drove the car intently.
It didn't take long for the car to stop in front of a side door of the Forbidden City. Jin Ke had already been waiting here.
An Chuxia hesitated for a while, took the hand of Han Qilu's car door, and said entangledly, "Or else, it's up to you?"
Han Qilu took a deep look at her and uttered two words quietly: "No."
Immediately afterwards, he quickly opened the door of the car and walked out, An Chuxia's hand hung in the air for several seconds before she bit her fate and opened the door and walked out.
"Long time no see." Jin Ke had a faint smile on his face, close and a little natural alienation.
"It's been a long time." Han Qilu nodded slightly, and pulled An Chuxia: "We are looking for you, there is something for you. Chuxia."
This guy, push her out if he dare not give it!
She angrily pinched his waist in secret, and gave a dry smile on her face: "Sister Jin Ke."
"En." Jin Ke glanced at her, then at Han Qilu, and said astonishingly: "You two, are you here to send me invitations?"
As soon as the words were spoken, both of them stayed for a while.
"Don't ask me how I knew it. The Forbidden City has been relatively idle recently, and there are many people who talk about gossip. Jiang Guoli can be regarded as a person with a face and a face. Of course I won't know about such a big thing to get married." Jin Ke's face She was still smiling, and she couldn't find any trace of unhappiness.
Is it really not sad, or is it too good to cover up?