I Have 108 Kinds Of Teasing Skills - Chapter 7

Yan Bei Ke obviously didn’t expect to meet Zhao Yunsang here, closed the door of the private room and walked over.

He asked, “Why are you here?”

Zhao Yunsang only glanced at him before withdrawing her eyes, lowering her head and continuing to play hop-a-jump.

The corridor echoed with biubiu background music.

She did not speak, Yan Bei Ke remembered what, and hurriedly explained: “Oh, my roommate’s birthday today, you do not know, called Gu Hao, just last week from across ……”

“No need to report with me,” Zhao Yunsang did not look up, the tone of voice lazy, “we broke up half a month ago.”

Yan Bei Ke: “Sang Sang ……”

Phew, the game failed.

Zhao Yunsang put away his phone and looked back at the elevator.

Floor numbers jumped slowly.

She ran out of patience, bypassed Yan Bei Ke, intended to take the stairs.

Yan Bei Ke also followed, stopping in front of her, looking tired and sad: “You’re still angry about the other day?”

“No.”

Zhao Yunsang paused, curved eyebrows, smile sweet and soft, but the answer is unforgiving, “you want to and who online love Ben now off my business.”

After saying that again to go, again was stopped.

Zhao Yunsang feel annoyed, cold face up to look at Yan Bei Ke, after glancing behind him, a froze.

A young man came out of the bathroom, water droplets dripping down his thin and slender fingertips.

Seeing the sight of the corridor, he stopped his feet.

He was not wearing a mask and hat this time, his whole face was exposed to the light, his skin was delicate and cold white like jade.

Black hair is loose, peach blossom eyes are clear and moist, like two clean and cold glass beads. The nose bone is straight, thin lips are red, and the lower jaw line is white and smooth.

It is really superb.

The man stood in place, his unperturbed gaze turned half a circle on the two, then walked forward.

When brushing shoulders, Zhao Yunsang smelled the bright and fresh citrus fragrance on his sleeves, light, and a little sweet.

And his temperament does not quite match.

It may be some kind of brand of laundry detergent.

Ghostly, Zhao Yunsang opened his mouth.

“Fusheng.”

“……”

The young man stopped and looked back at her.

Yan Bei Ke heard this name and subconsciously shifted his eyes to the person who had just brushed his shoulders.

–He’s the one from the electronics department, Fu Sheng?

A hundred times I’ve heard of him, but I’ve seen him.

But why would Zhao Yunsang know him? The College of Arts and Sciences and the College of Electronics are two campuses, east and west.

Yan Bei Ke’s heart inexplicably hung.

The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

She acted positively enthusiastic, but Fusheng looked like he refused to communicate, hmmm and wanted to leave.

“Wait a minute.”

Zhao Yunsang from Yan Bei Ke next to go around, a few steps to catch up with Fu Sheng, “the other day thank you, I’ll buy you dinner, let’s walk and talk.”

“……”

The first thing you need to do is to look down at her smiling face, and then look at Yan Bei Ke, who is lost in thought.

He didn’t promise or refuse, Zhao Yunsang only took it as tacit approval, and followed without a second thought.

At the end of the corridor is the corner, revolving staircase covered with dark green rhombus carpet, the walls hang several abstract paintings.

Zhao Yunsang also did not ask Fusheng where he was going, a small tail followed him to the stairway, until the tall, straight back in front of him stopped his feet.

The man turned around, his left hand casually resting on the staircase banister, looking back over her head.

The temperature is not high today, he wore a green plaid shirt as a jacket, the cuffs folded up two rolls, wrists slender and thin, clean, nothing to wear.

Zhao Yunsang’s attention was drawn to that hand, somehow thinking, he should look good wearing a watch.

Fusheng suddenly opened his mouth, slightly low, tail tone and a bit of a clear texture: “Your boyfriend is gone.”

“Hmm?” Zhao Yunsang stared at his clear, protruding wrist bone, distracted.

“……” The hand flexed its long fingers and knocked twice on the banister not too lightly.

There was a tinkling and crunching sound.

Zhao Yunsang came back to his senses and looked up at him.

Fusheng withdrew his hand, leaned against the wall with his arms in his arms, and repeated, “Your boyfriend is gone.” He paused, with a bit of mockery in his eyes, “Now you don’t need to let me accompany you in the drama, do you?”

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend.” Zhao Yunsang peeked out into the corridor and explained again, “I’m not acting ah, I really want to invite you to dinner.”

“……”

No one answered behind him.

Zhao Yunsang turned his head and found that he was looking at himself with raised eyebrows, as if he wanted to ask why.

“Didn’t you pay for my box lunch and yogurt the day of the convenience store.” Zhao Yunsang felt that he was really a nobleman, “When are you free? How about the two days of the games?”

The fall sports meet was held in early October at Wanda University, and all majors had to assemble in the east playground bleachers.

She sounded frank, as if she really only intended to buy a meal to repay the favor. The emotion under Fu Sheng’s eyes was cold again: “No need.”

Zhao Yunsang did not expect him to refuse, some surprise: “You do not have time? Or ……”

“There is time.”

Fusheng interrupted her, stood up straight, and slowly and methodically put down the rolled up sleeves. Straightening his cufflinks, he added, “So I don’t want to have dinner with you.”

Zhao Yunsang: “……”

What the fuck is this logic?

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Xiao Fu (sneering): One meal and you want to clear up the relationship? No way.