The School Prince’s Exclusive Sweetheart

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"Niannian ~" Ye Xingyu is like a little wolf cub who just spreads flowers, and opens his hands to give Su Nian a big hug.

Even before Su Niannian's side, he heard a scream of dissatisfaction--

"Ahhhh! Don't stop me! Brother, let go of me!" Ye Xingyu threw hands and feet, but the boy behind him was obviously more powerful than him, and lightly flung him around as if everything It never happened.

Su Niannian paused, and Gu Zichen, who was killed halfway, didn't know what to say.

Chen Yuan's treacherous smile in the back, patted Ye Xingyu's shoulder, a "young man is tender" expression.

"Exam tomorrow. Let's have a good meal today."

"Oh ..." Su Nian obediently followed.

As usual, Gu Zichen drove and found an inconspicuous small shop. After the meals were served, Su discovered only the unexpected deliciousness every year. Holding the tableware and chopsticks, he couldn't let go of his life.

Ye Xingyu's eating is no better than her, and she swallows food constantly, watching Chen Yuan's head full of black lines.

How long haven't these foods been eaten ... Do they need to be made to flee?

On the other hand, Gu Zichen, eating the elegant and gentle taste, slowly tasting the dishes. Even in such an ordinary small shop, he was full of aristocratic feeling infected by his every move.

"Don't eat too much, it's not easy to digest." Chen Yuan urged Su Niannian eagerly, and Su Niannian stumbled and continued to struggle with the food.

Ye Xingyu swallowed Dongpo meat in his mouth and said, "Wait a minute! We haven't held a ceremony yet!"

He held Su Niannian, his beautiful pupils were full of seriousness, totally not in line with a behavior that should be eaten.

Su Nian is rushing around every year. What kind of trouble is this! She's not full yet!

A hungry food is terrible, she stared at Ye Xingyu with a murderous look: "I want to eat, you loose it up."

Chen Yuan frowned, oh, this is still eating his sister's tofu? It was unbearable, and he ruthlessly pulled away Ye Xingyu's hand, "Eat to dinner, don't move your feet."

Ye Xingyu sucked his nose in a grievance, like a small animal that had only been wronged by Tianda.

The dark and deep eyes blinked, and there was a translucent gleam, and Su Nian, who was looking at him, suddenly relented.

"What ceremony, let's hear it."

Ye Xingyu switched the hot-blood mode for one second. He asked the waiter to come and arrange the ingredients. He took out his mobile phone and put it on the table.

Looking at the 100 points set by a ham sausage and two eggs, and Einstein on the screen of the mobile phone, Su was speechless every year.

"Does it really work ..." she asked weakly, Ye Xingyu patted her **** and promised: "Of course, my mother has given me eggs before the exam, it works! Also, this worship The ritual of tyrants was invented by myself. Which of your homework is not good every year? I still have Confucius, Hawking, Hua Luogen on my mobile phone ... "

Su Nian quickly interrupted: "Just this!"

Chen Yuan looked at them with interest, and Gu Zichen sneered sternly: "Feudal superstitions must be."

Watching the two live treasures earnestly worship Einstein, Chen Yuan and Gu Zichen looked at each other and continued to eat.

Su Nian peeled an egg every year, but she didn't want to eat it. She vaguely remembered that Chen Yuan didn't like eggs, and Ye Xingyu now had another one in his hand. So it was right—thrown into Gu Zichen's bowl.