Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

As for the four women here, although the number is exactly the same as in a certain era, their essential relationship is completely different. Gu Mingjun's poisonous tongue has just as much charm as Gu Li's.

Of course, in terms of the complexity of the relationship, the seven people here are no worse than in a certain era.

For example, Gu Mingjun may like Song Qiao, but at the same time he has an unwarranted engagement with Murong Qi. Murong Qi likes Su Wanqing, but Su Wanqing has a slight affection for Duanmuhong. Duanmuhong and Murong Qi are love rivals. Jiang Wenzhong liked Xie Yuzhou, but Xie Yuzhou was very interested in Song Qiao, which led Jiang Wenzhong to regard Song Qiao as a thorn in his side. Song Qiao and Xie Yuzhou are good friends, but Gu Mingjun and Xie Yuzhou dislike each other.

There will always be some sparks in a messy relationship. For example, now, Murong Qi couldn't control himself after drinking two glasses of wine. He looked straight at Su Wanqing and suddenly said: "Su Wanqing..." Do you hate me?"

Su Wanqing was silent for a while, "I used to hate it, but now I just hate it."

Murong Qi's eyes darkened slightly, and he took another sip of wine, "Do you really like Duanmuhong? He is a hypocrite, a pretty boy..."

Duanmuhong's expression froze, but he did not immediately refute Murong Qi, but looked at Su Wanqing, with expectation and anxiety in his eyes. Su Wanqing looked at Duanmuhong and then at the sad Murong Qi, "You are drunk." She did not answer the question directly. But this kind of euphemism made Murong Qi even more heartbroken.

"Tell me...tell me the answer..." Murong Qi's tone was low.

Su Wanqing's eyes for help fell on Xie Yuzhou, why not find Song Qiao and Gu Mingjun? First, Song Qiao had nothing to do with Murong Qi, and second, her relationship with Gu Mingjun was not good enough. Xie Yuzhou pursed her lips and kicked Jiang Wenzhong.

Jiang Wenzhong took Murong Qi's hand holding the cup and said, "Aqi, you are drunk, I will take you home first."

Murong Qi waved Jiang Wenzhong away, looked at him for two seconds, and suddenly laughed, which made Jiang Wenzhong's heart skip a beat, "Good brother, I'm here to help you." As he said that, he looked over Jiang Wenzhong at Xie Yuzhou, "Yu Zhou, Yu Zhou, Wenzhong likes you and has liked you for many, many years. Do you want to be with him?"

Damn it! Jiang Wenzhong turned green and wanted to sew Murong Qi's mouth shut. Before he could do it, Murong Qi turned his head, looked at Gu Mingjun, and stood up unsteadily.

"Gu Mingjun! Tell me, who does Su Wanqing like? If you don't tell me, I will ask my dad to come to your house to propose marriage! Hahahaha!! I can't be with the person I like, and neither can you! "He smiled a little crazy.

Gu Mingjun gritted his teeth, "This is crazy!" She picked up the wine glass, walked over, and splashed it on Murong Qi's face, "Wake up, you idiot!"

Murong Qi was stunned, and then looked ferocious. The next second, he was knocked unconscious by Song Qiao who walked behind him with a knife.

The remaining five people:...? ? ?

Song Qiao's face was expressionless, and her cold face was even more killer than a killer. She glanced at Jiang Wenzhong, who trembled. She wanted to ask Murong Qi what was wrong, but she didn't dare.

"He is drunk. I just let him go to sleep early. Classmate Jiang Wenzhong, please take him home." Song Qiao finally spoke, his voice cold.

Gu Mingjun's eyes turned into little stars, and his anger towards Murong Qi also weakened a lot. Jiang Wenzhong called the driver of Murong's family to come over. Murong Qi's father looked very unhappy and felt extremely embarrassed that his son drank unconsciously at someone else's banquet.

Of course, if he knew what Murong Qi said at the wine table, he would feel that sometimes drinking and falling asleep is a kind of happiness.

Xie Yuzhou looked at Song Qiao with a very strange look. Every time she thought she knew this classmate well enough, she would see new secrets emerge. For a person like her, curiosity is the most undesirable thing, but it is strange that she indulges her curiosity.

Before she could figure out what she was feeling, Song Qiao's face was blocked by Gu Mingjun. That bright and beautiful face was smiling, "Xie Yuzhou, have you eaten yet? I won't give it to you."

"Ha." Xie Yuzhou sneered, turned and left.

Duanmuhong looked at Su Wanqing with soft eyes, "Wanqing, let me take you back to school."

Su Wanqing actually wanted to be with Song Qiao, but she felt that she was really a lightbulb here. She was afraid of being assassinated by Gu Mingjun in the middle of the night, so she nodded and agreed to Duanmuhong's suggestion.

Everyone has left, and the adults' banquet outside is still going on. Gu Mingjun took Song Qiao's hand and secretly came to the parking lot, where there was a sports car she had parked in advance.

After getting in the car and taking off his high heels, Gu Mingjun started the car and turned to Song Qiao with a bright smile, "Let's go!"

In the hotel banquet hall, Gu's father forced a smile to deal with the guests, and the prepared speech with his daughter was forced to be cancelled.

On the way back to school, the blue sports car was speeding, but its speed was only half of what it was when he took Song Qiao for the first time. Maybe Gu Mingjun himself didn't notice this detail. She originally wanted to listen to a more upbeat song, but after seeing Song Qiao closing her eyes sleepily, she changed to a soft pure music.

Soon we arrived at Ailey Business School. It was already past nine o'clock at night, and the school was very quiet, with only a few people still outside. On the way back to the dormitory, Gu Mingjun saw a couple making out behind a tree. She smiled slyly and suddenly said: "Hello, director!!!"

The couple screamed in fright. The dean was a very strict middle-aged uncle who never cared about family background. He punished these young masters and young ladies ruthlessly. Punishment measures included cleaning the toilets, writing self-criticisms, and cleaning the entire playground. Among them, he formulated One of the school rules is that you are not allowed to kiss me in public.

Gu Mingjun pulled Song Qiao and ran away. She laughed and seemed very satisfied with her prank. When she looked back at Song Qiao, her eyes seemed to have stars falling. Song Qiao was running with one hand held by her, and the other hand was holding the hem of her skirt. In the empty campus, they looked like princesses on the run.

Infected by the emotion at that moment, Song Qiao couldn't help but laugh, brilliantly and without haze.

Running all the way back to the dormitory, Gu Mingjun kicked off his high heels, "Ah... my feet hurt..." Every wealthy lady can practice the skill of running in twelve-centimeter high heels.

Before taking a shower, Gu Mingjun asked again: "Where is my gift?"

"Go take a shower first." Song Qiao shooed them away without politeness. Song Qiao first went to charge his mobile phone and replied to a few messages. Then he took his pajamas and went to take a shower, but he heard Gu Mingjun's scream.

She immediately ran out and rushed into Gu Mingjun's bathroom. Before she could react, she was hugged by Gu Mingjun. With a moist and warm body, Song Qiao's body stiffened and she didn't know where to put her hands.

"Bug!! Bug!!" Gu Mingjun screamed.

Song Qiao turned off the shower and saw a small spider lying on the wall. She patted Gu Mingjun comfortingly, touching only his bare back, her tentacles warm.

"...Um...it's a little spider, it's okay." As she said that, she took out the bath towel next to her, wrapped Gu Mingjun in it, and then wet the tissue. Snapped! Throw it accurately on the spider.

After solving the insect crisis, Song Qiao turned around and said, "Look, it's okay." Her voice suddenly paused, and only then did she notice Gu Mingjun's state.

Gu Mingjun's hair was wet, and the towel only wrapped the key parts, leaving her shoulders and thighs exposed. There were water droplets dripping from the hair on her forehead, falling on her face, the tip of her nose, and sliding along the contours of her face. down, sliding straight down the ravine on the chest.

Perhaps because he was frightened by the bugs, Gu Mingjun grabbed the bath towel with one hand and pulled the corner of Song Qiao's clothes with the other hand. There was a trace of panic in his eyes, like a deer lost in the forest.