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Chapter 305: Traces of Wet, [Performance Fruit](2/3)

I felt a little strange.

He was also wearing a cycling suit, and he didn't seem to have the smell of sweat like others.

After a while of being stunned, Cheng Qiuqiu's face turned slightly red.

I feel a little strange today, how could I care about these messy things?

But there is one thing she must admit that she really doesn't hate it and does not reject the Tang and Song dynasties.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have sat in the back seat.

As her body posture relaxed, some physical contact inevitably arose between the two.

Cheng Qiuqiu's heartbeat accelerated for a moment and soon returned to normal.

The gray-black ancient city walls came into view, and the car slowly drove into the road along the Hutuo River.

The roar of the engine seemed particularly clear and rhythmic on this quiet afternoon.

When the intersection is approaching, the car stops as it brakes.

A pair of QQ bounced big D pressed gently on his back, and then immediately raised it.

Feeling the unique touch behind him, Tang Song showed a big smile on his face.

When Zai Lingling was having sex before, I didn’t feel much about it because of my talent problem.

Now I have experienced the fun.

Speaking of which, the homonym of Lingling is 00, and the homonym of Qiuqiu is QQ.

From a literal perspective, QQ is indeed more full and protruding.

Well, these two nicknames are very reasonable!

Then, Liu Qingning's figure appeared in Tang Song's mind again.

When I was in school, I often rode an electric bike to carry her around the county town.

I really miss her hands that tightly surround her, and the unreasonable E cups.

This white moonlight is indeed the favorite favored by God.

He was already full of talent when he was in high school, and he was very cute in his childhood, and he was also a top student in the school.

It is deeply loved by classmates and teachers.

She has a clear and clear life plan for herself, she is mature in her mind, rational, good at thinking, and full of desire for knowledge and exploration.

In front of her, Tang and Song often felt their immaturity.

Objectively speaking, two people are really not people from the same world.

He studied hard, but in the end he was admitted to Yancheng University of Science and Technology, an ordinary first-class student.

After studying, Liu Qingning listened to music, read novels, was in a daze, chatted, and finally got admitted to the Imperial Capital University in China top 2 without any trouble.

During his college years, he also won the gold medal in the "Internet +" Entrepreneurship Competition.

It was also because she was too dazzling that Tang Song never dared to confess to her.

If it weren't for the words "We work hard and meet at the top of the board", he felt that he wouldn't have been able to hold on for that long.

It can be said that the sentence she wrote on the letter paper in 2015 directly changed his senior year, college, and his life.

"Meet at the top..." In the wind, Tang Song's tone was calm, but his spirit was flying.

The school uniform with wind-filled air on the back seat of the electric car, the high ponytail and bangs have long become the symbol of his youth.

The reason why I have never looked for Bai Yueguang is because of this obsession.

He wants to become better and to reach a higher peak.

I want to let my youth see his unique style.

Tang Song raised his head and shouted in the evening glow.

My heart suddenly became clear, and my eyes burst into deep joy and ostentation.

...

At dusk, gently caressing the sky, the shimmering river surface is covered with a layer of golden light.

I heard the whispers of the river flowing, and occasionally the clear bird songs came from the distance.

The two were on a quiet path by the Hutuo River, with the background of the dusk sky, gurgling river water and shade of green trees.

I took a picture of Tang and Song driving by BMW in a double R.

Then I added some videos from the first perspective and drove back to the club.

Since it was getting late, the cycling team quickly embarked on the return journey.

As the convoy drove into the city.

The skyscrapers and bustle of traffic once again broke into sight, and the noise and prosperity came to the face.

Sports Street intersection.

Jasmine smiled and waved her hand, gave a wink at Tang Song, and said loudly: "Male God, QQ, I still have some things to do tonight, so beg~"

"By bye bye, be careful on the way." "By bye bye."

Watching Jasmine disappear on the street corner in the Jinjira 300.

Tang Song turned to Qiuqiu and looked at Qiuqiu, "QQ, thank you for your hard work, you took a video with me in the afternoon. Please give me a meal. What do you want to eat?"

Qiuqiu hesitated for a moment and whispered: "That...thank you."

Finally, the two chose the authentic Sichuan hotpot, which is also an old store that Qiuqiu occasionally visited.

Since it was Saturday night, it was a bustling commercial street and the shops were crowded.

The two of them lined up on the stools outside for more than half an hour before they were their turn.

The rich spicy aroma came to my nose and instantly aroused the desire for taste buds.

Warm yellow lights are sprinkled on the quaint wooden tables and chairs, and decorative paintings full of Sichuan-provincial characteristics are hung on the walls, which is both warm and ignited.

The hand-fried beef pan is spicy, fresh and spicy, and it is not dry at all.

The dishes are very fresh.

Crispy and tender tripe, freshly cut beef, smooth duck blood...

Soak in the rolling beef spicy soup, it is spicy and delicious.

In addition, Qiuqiu also ordered some braised braised and hand-made lemon tea.

It’s very pleasant to eat with hot pot.

The two of them were having a meal while chatting.

In addition to glow coffee and motorcycles, we also talked about Sichuan hotpot.

Only then did the Tang and Song dynasties realize that Qiuqiu's hometown is from Rongcheng, Sichuan Province.

However, unlike the Sichuan Provincial girl who imagined "labor-managed Shudao Mountain" who said "labor-managed Shudao Mountain", she was obviously a restrained and silent person.

Only when talking about Su Yu can you become cheerful and bright, as if you have become a different person.

In fact, the reason why Tang and Song dynasties had a good impression of her.

In addition to his figure and appearance, there are also reasons for Su Yu.



When the two walked out of the hot pot restaurant.

It was completely dark.

Neat streets, bright street lights, flashing neon lights and bustling crowds.

The breeze on summer nights blew towards us, and the smell of hot pot on our body drifted in the air.

Tang Song took a deep breath and silently felt the fireworks on earth at this moment.

Qiuqiu looked at his side face and was stunned and said, "Thank you for treating me. When I have the chance, I will treat you back."

"Oh?" Tang Song Yangmei smiled and said, "When will you have a chance? QQ, shouldn't you be polite?

Under the warm light, Cheng Qiuqiu blushed and hesitated: "No... Then let's go next time when you travel to Motorcycle."

She was really polite. She didn't expect Tang Song to be so direct, which made her very embarrassed.

"Puchi--" Tang Song chuckled, reached out to pat her head, waved goodbye, "By bye, be careful on the road."

After saying that, Tang and Song stepped on their ninja400 and started to get angry.

The motorcycle headlights emit bright light and slowly merge into the night.

Looking at his handsome back, feeling the vigor and the bright breeze on his body.

Cheng Qiuqiu was a little confused.

She probably knew why she was not reluctant to contact him.

In addition to Su Yu's previous support, as well as today's guitar singing.

More because of his vitality and infectious aura.

Just like senior Gao Mengting, she can make her gloomy and her empty heart shine in the sun, which is very comfortable.

The wind blew across the cheeks, and the roar of the engine seemed to still echo in my ears.

Cheng Qiuqiu shook his head, and his long orange-brown hair fluttered gently.
To be continued...
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