The dormitory has everything you need, not only a refrigerator, but also a microwave.

After Qin Ye finished washing his clothes, the temperature of the milk in the microwave was just right.

After drinking it all, Qin Ye took a shower and brushed his teeth, and dried his hair and got into the quilt.

I took out my phone and looked at it, only to find that it was turned off when there was no power.

Putting the phone on the charger, Qin Ye turned over and fell asleep in seconds.

The next day, Qin Ye went downstairs refreshed and saw Maybach parked in front of the dormitory.

The man stood in front of the door next to the driver's seat with his hands in his pockets, and even though it was a boys' dormitory building, it still attracted people passing by to look back frequently.

"Brother......

With a loud shout, Qin Ye ran over in a few steps.

"Brother, why are you here so early, is there something wrong?"

"It's not time for you to go to work yet, let's go, I'll take you to our student cafeteria to eat, the master on the second floor, the xiaolongbao is a must, no worse than Mingfeng Building."

"Brother, hurry up, I'm still in a hurry, if I'm late, I'll be punished for standing in a military posture!"

……

The boy was smiling all over his face, as if he was particularly happy to see him early in the morning.

Jun Moting, who had been depressed all night, had a feeling that he didn't want to speak.

Dare, he sulked there for two nights.

This stinky boy doesn't know anything about it?

On the one hand, he felt that Qin Ye was heartless, and on the other hand, he was shocked that he would be so hypocritical, Jun Moting was dragged to the school cafeteria by Qin Ye.

couldn't bear to spoil her interest, Jun Moting silently recited "forget it" in his heart, and the expression on his face finally soothed.

In the next moment, I saw the master in the kitchen window, smiling kindly.

Jun Moting felt that he must have been dazzled.

Otherwise, how could he see Master Liu in Mingfeng Building, who was in charge of xiaolongbao, in the student cafeteria of Imperial University?

Wait, behind the small stove of duck blood vermicelli soup, is Liu Ji's proprietress right?

Looking at Qin Ye, who was eating duck blood vermicelli soup with xiao long bao, Jun Moting felt that something must have happened in the two days when he was sulking.

By taking another basket of steamed buns for Qin Ye, Jun Moting walked up to Master Liu.

"Jun Shao ......"

Master Liu greeted with a smile, "Luo Shao from Yun'an City arranged for me to come, and said that the treatment of Mingfeng Building would be a hundred times more leisurely than when I was in Mingfeng Building, so I came." After all, I'm too old. ”

"Jun Shaozao!"

Liu Ji's smiling eyes narrowed, "Mo Shao said, I can earn a month in the store for a day here, so I'm here." ”

Well, good, very good!

His rivals are really powerful.

The already depressed mood became even more depressed, and Jun Moting returned to the table with a black face.

"Brother, are we a cold war?"

Qin Ye said a word, and Jun Moting instantly broke the gong, "Cold War? Who said we had a cold war? ”

"Doesn't count?"

The young man angrily snapped his fingers and began to count, "From nine o'clock in the evening before yesterday to this morning, a full 58 hours, no phone, no WeChat, no video, breaking the record, right?" ”

"What is not the Cold War?"

Jun Moting: ......

Is it only 58 hours?

Why does he think it's been that long in a century?

"It's all my fault."

Thinking that everything was caused by his own careful eyes, and if he continued to be so careful, he might turn around and throw himself into the arms of Luo Shaoxuan or the devil one day, Jun Moting decisively admitted his mistake, "Don't take it as an example!" It's been too busy these days, so ......"

Facing Shang Qin Ye's suspicious eyes, Jun Moting pretended to look away naturally and looked at the watch in his hand, "It's six fifty." ”

"Ah, I'm going to be late, it's all your fault!"

With a shout, Qin Ye disappeared in front of him like a gust of wind.

Jun Moting let out a long breath.