The second I saw the text, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Ming Si's lips.

When she noticed it, she felt inexplicable, so she held it back and asked him, "Are there still two hundred and ninety-nine times?

"

Liang Xian replied very quickly: "Installation"

This was the first time Ming Si heard that she could be fined and copied, so she turned around with her cell phone and leaned against the dressing table, "How many issues are you?"

"

Liang Xian: "Three Hundred"

Ming Si: "..."

Is it crazy to have three hundred days?

He didn't bother with him, she also thought he was annoyed every day.

Ming Si snorted: "When you are studying, will the teacher ask you to copy the text and allow you to hand it separately?

"

Liang Xian’s reply was quite serious: “I never copied the text when I was studying.”

Who believes that I have never copied the text?

Ming Si remembered that this person was very casual when he was in high school. He never dressed well in school so much that his class teacher tried his best to persuade him many times.

If I hadn't been able to be ranked first in the grade every time, I would have been taken to the flag-raising platform to review the whole school.

Are there fewer minor punishments in normal times?

She was about to refute when she saw a new news.

Liang Xian: "My class teacher usually likes to stand for punishment"

Ming Si: "…"

——

The little peacock probably choked by him and threw a "you can do it yourself" emoticon.

Through the screen, Liang Xian could even imagine her angry look. He curled the corners of his lips and exited the chat box. After a while, he clicked in again.

For people who are often contacted, he never needs to write notes.

So the chat page still displays Ming Si’s nickname, which uses the simplest pinyin, “MingSi”.

Liang Xian clicked into her avatar.

Ming Si’s avatar is a photo of herself, with the background in a cafe under the snow-capped mountains.

She was wearing a thin lilac sweater and holding a small elk coffee cup and smiling at the camera.

The faint sky light highlights her even face, and the glass window next to her reflects her side face. The vague light and shadow intersect with the distant snow-capped mountains, which is very artistic.

Liang has long pressed the picture and selected Save.

Then, click on the note page, paused on "MingSi" for a moment, and changed to "Ming Fairy".

——

September is coming to an end, which is logically the early autumn season, but the summer in Pingcheng has always been domineering, taking ten days forward and half a month later, squeezing the spring and autumn seasons almost non-existent.

In the past two days, the temperature is still high enough to make people evaporate in the street.

Ming Si wore sunglasses and went straight to the back seat from under the servant's umbrella. The driver carried her small box to the trunk. Everything was ready, so he drove onto the way to the airport.

Her next itinerary was a bit full. She first went to Shencheng to meet with Mrs. Yu to visit the jewelry exhibition, then flew to Paris to try the last red pear-colored skirt, and then went to Versailles to support a little sister's piano debut. Ten days later, she returned to Pingcheng to attend Cheng Yu's birthday party.

"Yuyu wants the bag of LV," Cheng Yu was still tirelessly emphasizing to her a second before boarding the plane, "It's the domestic limited edition..."

"I understand," Ming Si interrupted him angrily, "You have said it eight hundred times, I can remember it."

And the man called her and said that he was saying goodbye to Yiyi, but in fact, every word was not separated from the LV bag.

Cheng Yu seemed to turn his head and say something to someone, and his words gradually became unclear. When he turned back, Ming Si heard him say, "I have something to say to you."

Ming Si said casually, "Then you give him the phone."

"No need, he asked me to help him convey it," Cheng Yu cleared his throat, suddenly pinched his nose and said coquettishly, "I also want LV bags."

Ming Si: "..."

Of course she knew that Liang Xian’s original words could not be like this. Most of the time, Liang Xian heard Cheng Yu ask for a letter, so he lazily answered the question that he wanted it too.

But now Cheng Yu used this sissy tone to retell, Ming Si was substituted for Liang Xian's face, and a small layer of goose bumps immediately appeared on her skin.

Her scalp was numb and she said before hanging up the phone, "You ask him to buy it yourself!"

——

The plane landed at Shencheng Airport. Ming Si pulled down her blindfold, yawned and stood up.

Lifting up the blindfold, the sunlight outside the window was still bright and dazzling.

She took out the small mirror in her bag and put on her lipstick carefully. When she walked out of the cabin door and walked onto the boarding bridge, she put on her sunglasses again.

After walking a few steps, Mrs. Yu's phone call came in. Ming Si answered while walking towards the exit without looking sideways.

She wears the seven-centimeter high heels with a light and easy way to wear them. The slender heels hit the ground, making a rhythmic sound.

Along the way, the passengers on the same flight with her couldn't help but secretly look over.

She covered her face with sunglasses, but she actually couldn't see her facial features very clearly, but she couldn't resist her figure and temperament. She also wore a simple white shirt and skirt, which was beautiful and cool.

Like a star, but there is more indescribable temperament than most stars.

——

As soon as I got my luggage, a figure suddenly appeared on the side, covering most of the light, "Miss Ming?"

The voice sounded strange. Ming Si looked sideways, stretched out a finger to hook the edge of the sunglasses, and slowly pulled it down, "Who are you?"

The man smiled and introduced himself, "I am Zheng Yizhou and Yu Niannian's friend."

He was wearing a blue shirt, tall and had a good face.

But if it is because of its white skin, Ming Si always feels that he looks a little weak.

"Hello."

She took off her sunglasses and nodded slightly.

Yu Niannian is Mrs. Yu's niece and the family settled in Shencheng.

This time when I came to Shanghai to see the exhibition, Mrs. Yu stayed at her house first, and the aunt and niece traveled together for several days.

Zheng Yizhou bent down and carried her luggage for her, and smiled, "Let's go here."

"You are so nice. You actually took the person. I'm still worried that you don't know you!"

As soon as he got on the bus, Yu Niannian turned from the passenger seat and reached out to Ming Si, "Hello, my name is Yu Niannian!"

She was born with a pair of smiling eyes and was very likable. Ming Si also smiled and shook hands with her. Hearing Zheng Yizhou say, "I have seen the photos you gave me, and I found them at a glance."

Yu Niannian said "bang" him, "I see, you can only recognize beauty as fast as possible."

Zheng Yizhou just laughed, "I'm talking nonsense again."

After a while, his eyes glanced at Ming Si.

Ming Si had a conversation without any intention, and held her chin and looked at the tall building flying past the window.

When getting off the bus, Zheng Yizhou came over to help her carry her luggage.

The moment he leaned over, the wind just started to blow. Ming Si smelled the perfume on his body and frowned gently.

Chanel is blue, commonly known as the sweetheart.

This perfume depends on the temperament of the person who uses it. If used properly, it will naturally fascinate.

But when using a young face like Zheng Yizhou who looks gentle and restrained, it feels indecent and greasy.

Mrs. Yu has not studied Nanxiang, but her views on Zheng Yizhou coincide with Ming Si.

The three of them went home after dinner at the garden restaurant in Shencheng. When Ming Si went upstairs, Mrs. Yu posed for interrogation, "Niannian, be honest, is that Zheng Yizhou your boyfriend?"

Yu Niannian's eyes widened, "How is that possible! My boyfriend is in Pingcheng, he is just a high school classmate with a slightly better relationship!"

"You'd better be," Mrs. Yu looked at her, paused for a moment and said, "He doesn't look very reliable."

"How did you see that?"

Yu Niannian was curious and leaned over to the sofa, "Often people will think that he is very gentle and restrained at the first sight of him."

Only those who have been in contact with him for a period of time will know that this person is named outside.

"I, rely on experience," Mrs. Yu smiled half-truely, "Although the Zheng family is powerful in Shencheng, our Yu family is not as strong as anyone.

This person should not be close to you."

"Oh, don't worry, we just play with ordinary friends," Yu Niannian said, remembering something again, "But he seems to be very interested in Ming Si."
To be continued...