Chapter 1778 I Want to Kneel Down to Him

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The boy on the other end of the phone paused, and suddenly laughed: "There is such a thing... Well, sister Qing'er should indeed call the police, what if it is a bad guy."

Qing'er was completely speechless.

She took a deep breath, and then asked in a deep voice: "Ayao, what do you want to do?"

After a long silence, he spoke softly: "Sister Qing'er, I just... don't trust you."

The voice seemed to be suppressing some emotions, with a bit of hoarseness and implicit sadness, but it penetrated directly into Qing'er's heart.

She bit her lips hard, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Because he was worried about her and worried that she didn't eat well, he came to cook for her.

But he was afraid that he would fall too deeply, so he tried his best to avoid meeting her.

She couldn't figure it out, did this boy have such deep feelings for her? She couldn't help but suspect that this was his routine, but the depression and sadness in the boy's voice were too clear, so clear that she couldn't ignore it at all.

"Ayao, you don't have to do this..." She sighed, "Will I starve myself?"

"I know that you guys eat very little at noon for the sake of work efficiency in the afternoon, usually a sandwich and a cup of coffee. If you don't eat well at night, your body won't be able to bear it." He said, as if he realized that his emotions were too obvious, and he tried his best to make his voice sound cold, "But I really don't know why there is food on your table. If there is nothing important in the future, Sister Qing'er, don't call me again."

After saying that, he hung up the phone first.

Qing'er didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

She couldn't help wondering if teenage boys were all like this, childish and ridiculous, but so clear and pure that even his deliberate coldness couldn't make people angry.

Qing'er sighed deeply and put down her phone. She looked at the still warm meals, and finally chose to sit down and pick up the chopsticks.

Whether this kid was tricking her or really worried about her, it was probably just a momentary impulse or unwillingness. She wanted to know how many days he could hold on.

However, Qing'er didn't expect that this boy's patience far exceeded her expectations. She thought he could only hold on for three or five days at most, but half a month had passed. There was always a hot meal waiting for her every night, and she found that her house had been cleaned several times.

However, this boy came in and out of her house every day, but she didn't see him for a whole half month.

During this period, Qing'er tried to go home early, but no matter she went one hour, two hours or three hours earlier, she would never see him. Similarly, no matter what time she got home, there would be hot meals on the table.

Qing'er wanted to kneel down to him.

After a few days, Qing'er finally couldn't stand it anymore. She simply went to the department where he was to block him, but she never succeeded. Instead, she heard about this boy's deeds from his classmates. For example, he played basketball very well, he was very popular with girls, he was elusive and often skipped classes, but he was miraculously never caught, and he was often praised for his excellent homework.

In short, he was a typical campus male god. Even in Princeton, where there were many outstanding students, this guy was still dazzling.

However, although she heard all the rumors about him, she still couldn't catch him. Only once did she see a figure from a distance that looked like him, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye.