President Ba is playing Cinderella again today

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Xiao Yao was a little discouraged, "Can you stop apologizing to me in the future, I know you have self-cultivation, but you make me feel even more guilty."

Song Zhishui caressed her face, and rubbed her thumb against the pear dimple, "I won't say sorry in the future, and you are not allowed to say thank you to me again."

Song Zhishui glanced at the clock hanging above the blackboard, it was almost two o'clock.

"Yaoyao, I'm going to the company in the afternoon. You must remember to come to school at night. If you don't come, I'll take you—" Song Zhishui thought for a while, but still couldn't think of anything, "Forget it, I'm not willing What kind of you, in short, you must remember."

"Otherwise," Song Zhishui pointed to her pocket, "I would have posted this letter on the school bulletin board."

When Song Zhishui said these words, he didn't shy away from anything, so much so that a student union who came to this classroom listened to him.

She has always been Song Zhishui's follower, and Song Zhishui did not take her with her in social practice this time. During this week, she used Song Zhishui's name to record the deeds of several people who had personal grievances with her.

In the past few days, some classmates complained to Song Zhishui one after another, and Song Zhishui knew about it.

Song Zhishui only had two things to do when she came back, one was to find Xiao Yao, and the other was to go back to the company to handle the project.

After she stood up with Xiao Yao and saw Zhang Meng standing outside the classroom door, she remembered those complaints.

It's just that she has no time to ask Zhang Meng what happened to those things that she remembered for no reason.

Song Zhishui led Xiao Yao and walked past Zhang Meng. Zhang Meng had a guilty face and said in a low voice, "President, why did you come back so early?"

Song Zhishui just said "um", a little indifferent, and didn't answer her question.

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At night, Xiao Yao hesitated, but still walked out of the house and went to school.

As soon as she walked into the small square of the school, she saw a circle of heart-shaped candles arranged in the center. It was a confession scene set up by someone.

Even though she has always claimed to be mature, she often complains about the childish behavior of public confession, but I have to say that after having someone I like, it is a bit lemony.

She walked around, not wanting to disturb others, but was stopped by someone.

Song Zhishui walked into the heart-shaped circle from one side, holding a large bunch of roses in her hand, and said to Xiao Yao: "Yaoyao, come here."

Xiao Yao stopped, feeling a little dazed in her mind, she couldn't believe that the person who wanted to confess was Song Zhishui.

Who is Song Zhishui going to confess to?her?

No, no, no, Song Zhishui has a strong sense of social class, how could he like her?

More and more classmates gathered around, Song Zhishui saw Xiao Yao was in a daze, walked over and took her hand, and walked into the heart-shaped circle.

Song Zhishui knelt on the ground on one knee and held up flowers to Xiao Yao. Her expression was gentle, and under the night lights of this square, she was even more intoxicating.

"Yaoyao, I like you, stay with me."

Xiao Yao didn't understand why, her hands trembled a little, she didn't know whether she should reach out or not.

Seeing this, the students who circled around kept booing, "Promise her, promise her!"

"Together with!"

"Ah, there are two good-looking young ladies, they are also amazing!"

Zhang Meng walked outside the guard room and knocked on the door of the guard room, "Uncle, someone is making trouble in the square and even lit a bunch of candles, it's so scary."

The uncle doorman came out and looked towards the square, where he saw a group of people from afar.

He said to Zhang Meng: "Wait a minute, I will carry a bucket."

Xiao Yao didn't pick up the flowers, but imitated Song Zhishui and knelt down on one knee, hugging Song Zhishui.

This was something Song Zhishui did not expect, and the students around him had never seen such a scene, so they all fell silent.

Xiao Yao said: "Sister, you have confused me."

Song Zhishui pulled her to stand up, straightened her messy hair, "Sorry, I was too anxious."

"That's not what I meant," Xiao Yao took the flowers over, "Elder sister, you don't even tell me, you arranged to confess your love to me tonight."

If she had known in advance, she might not have come.

Because the guilt in my heart will become stronger.

Song Zhishui hugged her tightly, and put her hands on the back of Xiao Yao's head, "I want to surprise you, but you seem to feel a little more frightened."

Xiao Yao poked her head out to look at Song Zhishui's face, very serious.

"I didn't feel frightened, I was very happy, sister, I also want to be with you."

Like each other, love each other, has always been an emotion that produces great psychological satisfaction.

Song Zhishui's eyes were slightly moist, she put her arms around Xiao Yao's waist, and rested her chin on Xiao Yao's neck, smelling the sweet breath on her body.

She almost thought that everything was her wishful thinking.

And Xiao Yao kissed her secretly at night, and wrote confession letters in the classroom, all because of her own affection.

Xiao Yao felt Song Zhishui's emotional ups and downs, tilted her head and kissed her on the face, panting lightly, "Sister, my waist is about to break."

Song Zhishui let her go, and tapped her lips, "Yaoyao kissed in the wrong place, she should kiss here."

Even though she is still as gentle as ever, Xiao Yao feels that she is a bit charming now.

The classmates who were watching the excitement shouted: "Yes, dear, dear president!"

"The president is doing well, president, come on!"