Yin Qingyue recognized who the owner of the voice was, and frowned secretly in her heart, but her face did not show any emotion.

She bowed slightly to Han Ziyan politely, and wanted to walk away.

Unexpectedly, Han Ziyan did not let go of the hand she was holding with, but grabbed it tighter, and said in a soothing tone:

"Sister Yin, you don't have to be afraid, although Brother Yiwei is the young master of the Yuandu Gaomen, he doesn't have the slightest temperament of a gentleman, he is a little fierce, but he is actually a very good person!"

After speaking, regardless of whether Yin Qingyue reacted or not, he raised his chin and said coquettishly in the direction of Zhou Yiwei behind Yin Qingyue:

"Hmph! Brother Yiwei, you scare people again, I'm not afraid of you! Sister Yin can write and compose her own lyrics and music, which is much better than you, you scare me again, be careful I tell Grandpa Zhou to go!"

"Old Man Zhou is kind and kind, and he is also close to us juniors, but he is very busy, where does he have time to always listen to your little girl's nonsense?"

Qian Wanwan, who was standing behind Zhou Yiwei, rushed ahead of him, put on a posture of an eldest sister-in-law, and replied coquettishly.

"You ......"

Han Ziyan looked at Qian Wanwan innocently and confusedly.

She tilted her head as if to recognize, and after a few seconds slammed her head.

"Sister Qian?!Oh, when I went to Grandpa Zhou's house to play in the past, I often saw several sisters of the Yuandu family walking around Zhou's house, and I didn't see you much, and I almost didn't recognize you, I'm really embarrassed." ”

Qian Wanwan is not a fuel-efficient lamp, although she was sarcastically ridiculed by Han Ziyan, she still had a decent and graceful smile on her face: "Little fool, how many times have you been to Yuandu?

Yin Qingyue was impatient to watch the two women play with the palace scheming here, so she used a skill, and broke free of Han Ziyan's hand that was holding her.

"You talk slowly. ”

Yin Qingyue bowed to Han Ziyan again with a cold face, then turned around and shook his head at the people in the middle school, and walked outside the waiting room by himself.

Qu Jiani and other classmates in the class were discouraged by these two men and a woman, and when they saw Yin Qingyue's signal, they hurriedly picked up the packed belongings and followed Yin Qingyue.

Han Ziyan hurriedly took two steps and said urgently to Yin Qingyue's back: "Sister Yin, I haven't seen Sister Qian for a long time, so I chatted a little more, are you angry with me?"

"We don't know each other. ”

Yin Qingyue replied without looking back, and the implication was: Whoever you love is my business.

"Brother Yiwei, can you help me explain to Sister Yin? I really like her and want to be friends with her. ”

Han Ziyan's big eyes flashed twice, and there were tears rolling in her eyes, looking like she wanted to cry or not, cute and pitiful.

Some of the members of the other teams in the waiting room were packing up their things, and some were holding their hands to watch the excitement.

Of course, there are also some hairy guys with a strong sense of justice, who feel that Yin Qingyue is too cold-blooded to treat such a cute girl like this.

And Han Ziyan's Jiangcheng Art Institute Attached Squadron, most of the people were indignant when they saw Han Ziyan's pear blossoms bringing rain, and only a few girls who had close contacts with her had a disdainful expression of disdain and disgust on their faces.

Yin Qingyue didn't bother to respond to Han Ziyan, so she walked out, but was blocked by Zhou Yiwei.

Counting up, this is the third time that Zhou Yiwei has blocked Yin Qingyue's way.

Yin Qingyue didn't take the initiative to speak, only raised her eyes and looked at Zhou Yiwei calmly.

In the past few months, she has grown two centimeters taller, and now she is 167, standing face-to-face with Zhou Yiwei, who is 186 centimeters tall, although she is almost 20 centimeters shorter than him, but in terms of momentum, she is not weak at all.

Zhou Yiwei even had a feeling of being looked down upon by Yin Qingyue.

'Why is this look so familiar?'

Zhou Yiwei thought suspiciously, but he still had that evil smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to Yin Qingyue and said, "I haven't congratulated you yet......"

"Thank you, thank you!"

Wu Peng stepped forward with an arrow, grabbed Zhou Yiwei's hand, and shook it vigorously.

"Just now that big-eyed girl said that you are the young master of a big family in Yuandu, I still wonder why it doesn't look like it at all, and I suspect that she is joking!"

Wu Peng asked himself that in addition to making talismans, he is the strongest in this gag and scolding without dirty words, "But now Team Leader Zhou, as a defeated general, still has to stop us from saying congratulations, this bearing, this mind, tsk, high!

In the waiting room, except for the people of the Yuandu team who looked at each other angrily, and Han Ziyan bit her lower lip and frowned, they all laughed sullenly when Wu Peng's words were spoken.

When Zhou Yiwei was suddenly held by Wu Peng, he had already furrowed his eyebrows slightly.

I wanted to pull out my hand, but I felt as if I was being killed by iron tongs, and I couldn't break free at all, and if I tried too hard, I was afraid that I would lose my grace in front of people, and I was already a little ashamed in my heart.

Then I listened to Wu Peng's nonsense, and his eyes gradually became sharp, and his cold gaze revealed a sense of danger.

He was about to speak, but was robbed by Qian Wanwan again.

"Zhou Shao is talking to your team leader, which green onion are you, and you are here to interject? Take your dirty hands away!"

Qian Wanwan raised her eyebrows, as if she was scolding her followers, but she didn't notice the boredom in Zhou Yiwei's eyes after hearing her steal words.

"Oh, sorry bro. ”

Wu Peng really let go of the hand holding Zhou Yiwei and apologized.

He was so obedient, but Zhou Yiwei was stunned, and there was a bit of vigilance and prudence in his eyes.

......

Ahem, Ben Tong pinched his fingers and counted, and he should add more today.