If it weren't for the idea of ​​meeting Su Mengyao, Wen Xiaohan and Gong Jing later, Rowling, who was automatically delivered to the door, would definitely not have escaped Wang Bo's clutches that night. After completing the second base, he had his mark on many places on the girl's body, and the girl in his arms was also shaking and limping as mud by his eighteen martial arts. She was almost suffocating, Wang Bo stopped continuing to explore the little secretary's body with great perseverance.

He reached out and began to button the girl. First, a metal buckle on the girl's back, and then a few plastic buttons on the Hungarian shirt. The hem of the skirt that he lifted up in desperation was also reorganized.

Finally, Wang Bo held the girl with red face and was breathless, holding the weak girl in her arms, kissed her, put her on her bed, and then used her hands to sort out the girl's ears that were wet, and said gently:

"Linlin, I still have something to do. I'm going out soon and won't come back tonight. You can take a break and take a shower with me. If you don't dislike the smelly sweat in my bed, you can sleep here for a night."

"It's okay, senior, I... I'll go back to the dormitory after a while." Rowling opened her blurred eyes and said weakly. Her whole thoughts and the nerve endings on her body were still immersed in the trembling millet in front of her.

"Haha, then let it go." Wang Bo smiled and said that, Rowling, who was lying in front of her, took off the bath towel wrapped around her waist, and then started to wear the clothes and pants that had been thrown on the bed not long ago.

Wang Bo took off the shy bath towel around his waist and directly said to Jeolla. Rowling didn't expect it at all. He immediately said "ah" and instinctively covered his eyes.

"Senior, do you...you should tell me in advance if you take off your clothes?" Rowling, with a flushed face, felt a pity for complaining.

"Hahahaha... color is emptiness, emptiness is color. We must be colored in our eyes but colorless in our hearts. Besides, handsome men and beautiful women, red and pink women, under X-ray, they are all skeletons, buried in the soil, and within a year, there will be only white bones left. Linlin, realm, your realm needs to be improved!" Wang Bo laughed and began to train the little secretary.

"But... but at least I'll tell them in advance. So... It's so scary..." Rowling retorted softly. But she just said that men like to see beauties, preferably beauties without clothes. Why don't beauties like to look at handsome guys? But girls are always reserved. Rowling suppressed her heartbeat, while peeping through her fingers to see Wang Bo, who was completely unlucky. The strange scene she had never seen before made her heart shake, and she didn't dare to let out her vigor and even stopped breathing.

"Haha, OK! Let me tell you in advance next time."

When Wang Bo walked out of the international student apartment with a T-shirt, beach pants, flip flops, and carrying a paper bag containing a book in his hand, it was an hour after he and Su, Wen and Gong three girls separated. While walking, he took out his cell phone and asked the three girls if they had arrived. Gong Jing, who answered the phone, told him that Su Mengyao was still taking a shower in the bathroom, and she and Wen Xiaohan had both washed it, and came out after Su Mengyao finished washing.

"Didn't you wash together?" Wang Bo asked with a smile.

"No... the bathroom is too small." Gong Jing replied awkwardly.

"Okay. Then you can wait for Mengyao slowly. I'll go to the teaching building to find the classroom first, and then send you a text message."

"Okay, Zi'an. See you later."

Wang Bo walked into the teaching building with a paper bag and started climbing the stairs. He climbed to the seventh floor on the top floor before stopping. At night, the two elevators in the teaching building would be closed. In order to save effort, many students would not climb too high when they went to study. Although it was the last self-study during college and perhaps the last time he went to study in his life, Wang Bo did not want to squeeze in the same classroom with a large group of strangers and classmates. When disturbing others' moods when they were in self-study, they were also disturbed by others.

There were indeed not many people running to the seventh floor to study. Wang Bo pushed several classroom doors, the most three, the fewest were two, and even one, but he thought there were too many of them with his own three girlfriends.

Wang Bo looked around and pushed open seven or eight doors, and finally he found an unmanned room in a row of classrooms facing the school's Sun Square, the main road and the playground.

After entering the classroom, turning on the lights and closing the door, Wang Bo began to send a text message to Gong Jing, telling the girl the door number. Then, he threw the paper bag in his hand at the table, walked to the window, and looked out the window from a high place. Most of them were pitch black and shrouded in the hazy night. However, on both sides of the main road and around the playground, several bright straight lines and a huge oval light belt were formed. Sporadic men and women walked in the light belt, some went out, some came in, and some were running around the playground, probably practicing late.

Wang Bo looked at the scenery outside C for a while, then returned to the place where he put the paper bag, and found an English book contained in it, a biography of oil tycoon Rockefeller. In the past one or two years, especially after Tou Xun went public, he began to be interested in the lives of some well-known consortiums in the world. He wanted to know how these people made their fortunes, especially after getting rich, how they protected their property, and finally, how they retreated from the front desk to gradually become less well-known. If nothing unexpected happens, more than ten years later, the profits brought to him by the industry he currently invests in are enough to make him among the richest group of people in the world. The Internet, the stock market, and what bitcoin can predict the future and see through the fog of history. It is really not too easy to make money.

Su Mengyao finally finished taking a shower and started going back to her room to change clothes. Because it was night, she was not so particular when she went out. She wore a loose white T-shirt and a pink lady's short library, and did not put on makeup. She sprayed some elegant high-end perfume on her wrists and neck, and then threw some moisturizer on her face and it was fine.

"I'm fine. Are you okay? Let's go. Oh, by the way, Jingjing, bring the bag of paper on the coffee table." Su Mengyao, who casually packed the book in a plastic bag, walked out of her bedroom, rushed to Wen Xiaohan and Gong Jing who were waiting for her in the living room.

"Bring a pack of paper? No, right? I have handkerchiefs here." Gong Jing reached out and touched the paper bag containing the book, took out a half-hearted seal, and shook it at Su Mengyao.

"Haha, let's bring it with you." Su Mengyao smiled, but looked at Wen Xiaohan next to her and blinked at him.

Wen Xiaohan looked at the paper drawn on the coffee table, then looked at the strange expression on Su Mengyao's face, and suddenly realized it, and his face turned red with a "swish".

"What are you two doing? Why are you so weird?" Gong Jing, who was sitting next to her, was confused and looked up at Su Mengyao, "Mengyao, do you want to go to the bathroom? Then go and go. Xiaohan and I will wait for you."

"Toilet? What kind of toilet do I go to? Puchihaha, you're so funny."

"Gee" Wen Xiaohan couldn't help but giggle.

"Hate! Why are you two laughing? Tell me quickly, what's so funny?" Gong Jing punched Wen Xiaohan and covered her mouth and laughed, a little angry.

"Nothing..." Wen Xiaohan said.

"It's really nothing...haha..." Su Mengyao, who bent down and hilarious, also said, and as soon as she finished speaking, she burst into laughter.

"Hate! You two guys really hate it! I said it's funny if you don't have to bring paper?" Gong Jing put her hands on her hips and looked at the two people in front of her who made him laugh for no reason.

"Haha... it's not funny... Haha... it's not funny at all... Jingjing... I'm worried that you won't have enough paper at that time, so I'll ask you to bring more paper, but... just in case... haha..." Su Mengyao was almost out of breath, so she simply leaned directly against the wall.

Gong Jing was stunned, looked at the paper on the coffee table, thought about meeting with Wang Bo later, and then contacted Su Mengyao's words just now. Suddenly, she understood everything at once, and a beautiful melon-shaped face suddenly turned red.

"Rogue! Mengyao, Xiaohan, you two are really two female hooligans! I won't take you, I want to take you! I... I'm leaving, I ignore you!" Gong Jing, who had a pink face, spat, picked up the paper bag on the sofa, stood up, and hurried out.
Chapter completed!