Why Fall in Love if You Can Attend Tsinghua University - Chapter 417

by BobaTeaTranslations 

Unfortunately, she waited until it was almost one, but there was still no phone call.

There was not even a single message!

“Jiao Jiao, go to bed.” Cheng Shuo greeted.

Xue Jiao nodded, frowned and staggered back to the room.

Obviously she should be very sleepy after drinking wine, but Xue Jiao laid in bed and couldn’t sleep after turning over and over.

Until it was almost two o’clock, Xue Jiao finally realized——

He probably won’t call.

Thinking of this, she didn’t know where she became angry.

Her hands used force, she threw the cell phone she had been holding onto into the cabinet, then lifted the quilt and wrapped herself.

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

Not calling, then don’t call!

Who’s waiting for who? !

She covered her head. After a while, she felt breathless again. She let her head out, closed her eyes and finally slept.

——

Li Sitong was right. When Xue Jiao woke up, it was ten o’clock.

This had never been the case!

Sure enough……does she become “loose” once she attends college?

As she denounced herself, she got up and dressed.

Then she put her hand under the pillow and felt three red envelopes.

The first one was thick. It said——

“Jiao Jiao, happy new year. May you be happy every day in the New Year——Dad.”

The second one said——

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“Jiao Jiao, happy new year, mom loves you.”

The third one——

“Sister, little sluggard, happy new year.”

Xue Jiao looked at the third red envelope and stared hard.

Cheng Mingze was a villain.

Then, she beautifully put away the red envelopes, folded the quilt and opened the curtains.

Yi?

Xue Jiao was stunned. There was a red envelope on the small balcony outside and stayed there steadily.

She looked around and saw nothing.

Xue Jiao pushed the window to both sides and went out.

There are two words on the red envelope, strong and clear——Jiao Jiao.

Lin Zhihua’s handwriting.

She knew it very well.

Xue Jiao slowly approached, then reached out and picked it up.

It’s thin. It shouldn’t contain money.

Xue Jiao’s lips slowly lifted and soon converged.

When did he put it here?

She opened it quickly. There was folded paper in it.

Xue Jiao was confused and opened slowly it——

Look up.

En?

What look up?

Xue Jiao was stunned and subconsciously looked up.

The shadow caged her and something stuck to her forehead.

Gentle, warm.