Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Immediately after reading the song, she took out a bottle of her own milk and two straws from the bag. She knew that Qin Shiting would definitely not take the initiative. She reached out and brought back the milk from his desk, opened her hand and put it in the straw, and pushed it directly in front of him: “So, in order to thank you for helping me pick a book yesterday, how can I thank you and the service is reversed? Give me one more look? ”

Qin Shiting looked at the milk she pushed over, didn't talk, didn't look at her, but picked it up and drank it.

I never thought it would go so smoothly. Although I don't think he hated himself, she actually drank it directly this time. She was happy that her heart beat was accelerating. Her eyes looked in his direction for half a day. Then she saw him drinking milk and then took a sip of the water on the table. Her eyes accidentally saw his throat rolling while drinking water...

Eighteen-year-old boys, that's how the throat knots are. Feeling good?

"Did you drink milk before? ”

“Don't drink.” Qin Shiting didn't look at her, but his voice replied with a faint voice.

“Usually you're at home in the morning. Doesn't your aunt make you drink milk? I remember being forced by my aunt to have a glass of milk every morning, starting with the memories, until now I got used to it, even if I didn't have to, I had to buy some, otherwise I felt like something was missing.” She whispered, which is actually a very boring topic, but she simply wanted to take the opportunity to talk to him a little more, even a little more.

Qin Shiting quietly said: "I don't like the taste, I rarely drink it. ”

“Ah, you don't like it?” When I read the song, I saw the bottle of milk that had been drank out of my eyes: “Then how...”

Qin Shiting did not answer, but turned her head and looked at the bag she had deliberately used to store the milk: “For the last time, don't buy it next time. ”

Though it sounds like a refusal, it sounds like an order, but it seems a little gentle.

When she returned to God, Qin Shiting had focused on understanding mathematical issues and had stopped listening to her.

She squeezed her bottle of milk, turned her head on the table and slowly relieved and calmed herself. She didn't dare raise her head to reveal too much of her abnormality, but it was a little hot in the face, and she could still hear the male god playing a slightly lighter voice than usual: “For the last time, don't buy it next time...”

So gentle?

Huh?

Is he in a good mood today? Didn't you have a cold face the whole time?

Or... because he knew she liked him? Yesterday, I heard her say he was beautiful, so... he's not the kind of cool girl that breaks her heart? Will you be gentle with the girl who appreciates him?

But no, all over the school, the girl who loved him could go around the teaching building three times, and he didn't see which girl he gave a smile to once. It was said that in order to get a cell phone number from the first floor of the school to the fifth floor, he couldn't get a turn back, let alone a cell phone number.

Can she come?

In relation to the table?

Slowly, after a long time, can you store his cell number in her cell phone?

After finally being treated less apathetically by the male god, she seemed instantly to have the next goal!

Uncle Tai called to pick her up on Friday night and said that she was used to living in Shuishui Villa in the past few days. Anyway, the security facilities there were perfect and safe. However, I saw Uncle Tai once in a while, and Aunt Xiang also used to prepare food for her every day while she was at school. It was already an independent habit to sing at other times. If there was nothing necessary, she didn't want to go home. She just wanted to live in Shuishui Villa, anyway, her parents had not returned.

I heard that it was the weekend and I was going to stay there, and Uncle Tae didn't force her to stay, so I hung up after a few sentences.

It is also because on Friday, Zhao Xiaoqing thought that there was a driver coming to pick up the song, so he left early. The song was not in a hurry to pack up his books and rolls and went out. He walked to the parking lot where he was used to when he was out of school. After realizing that he had just told Uncle Tai not to pick himself up, he was about to turn around to take a taxi back to Shuishui Villa. Suddenly, Yuguang at the corner of his eyes saw a couple of other school boys dressed as mixed baseball bats walking in this direction with a cigarette in their hand.

She is a girl, not so lively and willing to see it. There are gangsters fighting outside the school is common. She only glanced at it and planned to go a little further. Then suddenly she saw Qin Shiting coming out of the room. He obviously left class before himself. How did he get out at this time?

It seems that student cadres are often left to be questioned by teachers or directors, and there is not enough time.

Qin Shiting was holding a black one-handed bag with one hand, and the other hand was answering the phone. He just walked out and stopped suddenly without two steps. He glanced forward at the little gangsters who had thrown away the cigarette and circled in his direction.

He was actually surrounded by those people, and the moment he read the song, he was sweating straight.

What the hell is going on?

Are these people here to get him in trouble?

Who did Qin Shiting offend?

Is it because he won the Physics Competition the other day, higher than all the schools next door, Wood Show Yulin, so he was targeted?

She hadn't figured out a way to deal with it herself, but her legs had gone one step beyond the controllable range of her own brain, rushed over quickly, ran directly behind those little bastards, and pushed the two guys in front with baseball bats to the side: "Sorry to make way...”

She ran too fast and pushed the two little gangsters forward. Not reflecting what was going on, only one girl suddenly rushed over. She grabbed the front boy's arm and pulled him out of the crowd without saying a word.

“What just happened...”

“I don't know, all of a sudden I ran over to a girl, very powerful, suddenly pushed me, I almost fucking fell...”

“Where are the people? ”

“Running, running in, dragging someone, I don't know what it is, probably just passing by? ”

“Whatever she is, damn it, keep looking for Zhao Hu. The kid scrapped one of my brothers' legs yesterday. If I don't remove his arm, I'll fucking write it backwards! ”

When the crowd went away, Qin Shiting's arm had been dragged out 20 to 30 meters away. She felt that those people didn't seem to have come after her, so she stopped. She looked backwards with her asthma, and then looked at Qin Shiting, who had been dragged all the way by herself. “Are you okay? ”

Qin Shiting Qingjun's eyebrows were still cold and faint. She looked at the hand she still held on his arm, and then picked an eyebrow, indicating that she would let go.