Volume 332 Columbia University Has Homework Even in the Middle of the Night

Maybe I was wrong from the beginning, and maybe it's time to go home. Thinking of this, Li Diandian, who played the role of Su San, this woman who is no longer young, shows a peerless smile, as if she has returned to China. The feeling when you get the big prize when you are young.

"Thank you, little brother, thank you very much!" Thinking of this, Li got up little by little, and left the restaurant where she was hanging out without hesitation.

Goodbye, forever.

"Qin Guan!" Xu Xiaoxiao looked away from the side, and gave a thumbs up tremblingly, "You must teach me! Really! Master!"

Qin Guan took off his disguise, without any trace of the charm just now, and smiled slightly at Xu Xiaoxiao: "I'll teach you after class, it's just a three-minute excerpt from Peking Opera, it's easy to learn."

Xu Xiaoxiao is now Qin Guan who listens to everything he says, and he recognizes him as a dog's leg. What does it mean to be a master and hide his secrets? This one in front of him is it!

But Qin Guan had completely forgotten the golden finger on his body, that was handsome, and this also laid a solid foundation for Xu Xiaoxiao to go further and further on his dogleg road in the future.

After the present Qin Guan sang a few lines, the hungry one had his chest stuck to his back. He came to the table with Xu Xiaoxiao, and the dumplings on it had long been replaced with big fresh shrimp stuffing. He was quite willing. I invested, Xiao Xu.

The manager of the restaurant at the side wiped his sweat and ran towards Xu Xiaoxiao. He pointed to the two foreigners at the cashier counter. They were dressed tastefully. It looked like they had come to have a Chinese meal after get off work from Wall Street.

"how?"

Now Xu Xiaoxiao has changed from the dog-legged look just now, and asked with a serious monkey face.

"The two customers over there, when they checked out, asked if they could send a bouquet of flowers to the lady who sang on the stage just now, and by the way, could they ask for their phone number..."

"Master, can you see me?" The manager pointed to the green banknotes in the hands of the two elites, indicating that the tips and income are huge.

"See! Damn it! Let them go away with good memories!" Xu Xiaoxiao shooed the manager away in embarrassment, and turned to look back at Qin Guan, afraid that Qin Guan would be angry because of this.

As a result, when Xu Xiaoxiao turned his head, he saw Master Qin Guan was burying his head in eating, while the master's girlfriend was laughing.

Judging by the indifference of the two, writing in a situation like today seems to be a frequent encounter.

Xu Xiaoxiao has automatically made up the identity of Qin Guan, the direct disciple of the master of Chinese national quintessence, he must have passed the years of humiliation and humiliation amidst flowers and applause.

In fact, Xu Xiaoxiao's guess was almost the same, but Qin Guan's identity was not what he guessed.

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The moon in New York didn't stop his rising steps because of the high-rise buildings. Qin Guan left the door of the big red lantern with Cong Nianwei in his arms.

The long shadows merged together in this way, so intimate.

"Cong Nianwei..."

"Um?"

"Did the professor leave homework?"

"Stayed…."

"what to do…."

"Run!"

Laughter and laughter are like birds, flying in the sky of Manhattan. Under the bright moonlight in front of the bed, the two left their hard-working figures on the window paper...

Of course, life is too leisurely, God may not be able to see it, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei are lying on the newly built big bed hugging and sleeping, when the phone and text message here rang.

By the way, it's 1:45 in the middle of the night, who sent a message without opening his eyes, Qin Guan pulled up his underpants, and stepped on the floor mat with his bare feet.

He and Cong Nianwei's new phone calls were placed side by side on the bedside table.

Both phone calls had text messages flashing, maybe they were too deep asleep and didn't notice it, Qin Guan squinted at the glare of the light, looking at the information on the text message.

He knows every word above, how can it be so puzzling to combine them together? What is a specially added forgotten homework, and how can this homework be added at any time?

Or how can it be called that the medicine cannot be stopped? The teacher forgot to take the medicine, and it is the turn of the students to take the medicine. Qin Guan pushed Cong Nianwei who was sleeping soundly beside him, and reminded: "Weizi, the homework that my professor just assigned here, you There is also a text message on the phone, is it also a reminder notification?"

Cong Nianwei rubbed her eyes, picked up the text message, glanced at it, and threw a fat pillow over: "Go to the living room to do homework! Remember to close the door!"

The weather forecast is also trying to trick her into getting up, dreaming!

The morning sun poked his head desperately into the window, Cong Nianwei yawned and walked out of the bedroom, only to find her boyfriend, holding a laptop on the sofa, drooling smoothly.

Cong Nianwei shook her head with a smile, touched Qin Guan's fluffy hair a few times: "Get up." Then she sneaked into the bathroom very cunningly.

First come, first served, occupying the favorable position first in the morning is what a hostess should do.

"By the way, have you finished your homework yesterday?" The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, accompanied by Cong Nianwei's chat.

"Oh, who am I, your boyfriend? I finished it perfectly. Because I couldn't fall asleep for a while, I looked for other materials and fell asleep somehow."

Qin Guan rubbed his eyes that were still a little dazed, and came to the refrigerator wearing flip flops, and when he opened it, it was empty.

"Let's have breakfast outside the school..."

"become.."

In New York City, in the early morning of Manhattan, other shops are closed, only various breakfast restaurants and pastry shops are open for business. For those office workers who are rushing along the streets, there is nothing that will stop them.

Only when you meet your favorite breakfast shop, will you stop to buy breakfast and coffee.

Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei walked into the most traditional breakfast shop in Manhattan following the regular crowd of people like authentic Manhattan residents.

This breakfast is the most common bagel, which is called bagel in Chinese. It is a round-shaped bread with a unique baked attack.

When you eat it, cut it in half, bake it, and you will have a unique burnt aroma of wheat, and the two halves will be covered with a thick reahee color (cream cheese). This is the most traditional way to eat bagels.

The freshest bagels sold in this kind of supermarket are only 75 cents a piece, and you can see them everywhere in the selling points of small vendors.

The reason why this shop is so popular, Qin Guan, who watched the proprietress busy from the side, can only attribute it to the fact that there are too many types in the shop.

What’s not to love in Manhattan with the usual street breakfast of sandwiches, omelets, fluffy pancakes and waffles with fried eggs, cheese, ham, bacon and beef patties.

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