"Snort. ”

Fan Jiuyan smiled and waved his hand.

I still came to the breakfast shop, which is actually the one where I pray for gold and buy porridge.

Since the boss's family is not wealthy, the porridge is sold from early morning to evening, unless there is a chengguan, otherwise it depends on time.

"Yes, I prepared the clear soup noodles in advance. ”

The boss smiled and brought it to An Qiuji.

Compared with Fan Jiuyan, An Qiuji is locked here for three meals a day.

The boss has never seen a person who can buy a bowl of noodles here all the time.

Whenever they saw him, they habitually served a bowl of hot noodles.

"Thank you boss. An Qiuji put down the banknotes and bought an extra bowl of tofu brain by the way.

Fan Jiuyan looked down and saw a large pot of white rice porridge.

"How did the boss make such a pot of rice porridge, has the price of rice been reduced..."

"Hehe... No," the boss wiped the water droplets on his hands, brought the tofu brain and handed it to Fan Jiuyan.

"Yesterday, I met a girl who robbed me and had to buy a bowl of rice porridge..."

"Oh?" An Qiuji raised an eyebrow, "Robbing rice porridge?" Are you sure it's not robbing your money?"

The boss sighed and looked sad.

"The main reason is that there was a chengguan at that time, and I didn't walk this road alone, and she intercepted it. ”

"Maybe your rice porridge is delicious, haha. An Qiuji said with a smile.

"No, the girl's family is holding an awl against me and forcing me to hold a bowl of porridge... I've really seen an ancestor who is more terrible than the chengguan!"

The boss muttered complainingly.

After Fan Jiuyan pondered for a while, he also sat on the stool next to An Qiuji with his tofu brain.

"Why do you have a fever?" An Qiuji asked softly after taking a few sips of noodle soup.

"I don't know. It's easy after taking a bath..."

"Prone to colds. Then why do you have a fever?"

An Qiuji was quick to answer common sense questions.

Fan Jiuyan didn't make a sound, and he didn't know.

I don't want this good old man to care about this and that.

"You really used blood to replace it, so your resistance dropped so quickly, didn't you?"

An Qiuji put down his chopsticks, and his solemn expression was incompatible with his delicate face.

"Ann, you're so annoying. ”

Fan Jiuyan smiled lightly and naturally bypassed the topic.

The warm morning sun rose early, and the spilling light on Fan Jiuyan's shoulders held up lazy and comfortable, illuminating the dark blue hair and the high bridge of the nose.

"Okay, I'm annoying. An Qiuji didn't look at him anymore and didn't ask more.

"Do you want to play ball?" Fan Jiuyan poured a little leek, and supported his chin with his other hand.

"Don't fight. An Qiuji refused, "Do you really think of yourself as a human being?"

"There are no classes today. Fan Jiuyan smiled and handed a spoonful of tofu brain to his mouth.

"Then go on a date, what are you looking for me. ”

An Qiuji picked up the noodles and responded to him angrily.

Fan Jiuyan squinted and smiled, what a tasteless guy.

But his life is very uneventful, very natural, and not boring.

It's just a habit of life, and it's always been in order, not messy at all.

It's not like himself, always living in hardship, revenge, and thinking about the future of the blood clan every minute.

"That's right, Ann. Fan Jiuyan smiled wickedly at him, "You are also interesting to Qi'er." I can see it. ”

An Qiuji's face turned red, and he hurriedly put down his chopsticks and waved his hand.

"Don't dare, no, no, no. ”

She's your girlfriend, she's also the principal of prayer, and her brother has a lot of background, so how can she have any connection with herself...

The reason for the blush was that An Qiuji remembered a scene in the data room...

"You can't hide anything. ”

Fan Jiuyan raised his eyes slightly.

The inky blue eyes directly saw through An Qiuji's thoughts.

It's like an ocean that can see through his deception and wildness, and it can drown him without saying anything...

An Qiuji put away his flawed expression and didn't say much.

"It doesn't matter. Fan Jiuyan said softly.

"I mean, if you like Qi'er, you can pursue her too. ”

An Qiuji frowned, are vampires so terrible, if you like someone, you also invite others to like it with you...

Are you really not jealous...

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

An Qiuji took the chopsticks and clicked on the edge of the bowl, and the slender fingers were simply more delicate than the chopsticks carved in the classical style.

"You don't understand what I mean? I mean..."

An Qiuji raised his head and frowned.

Looking at this guy's serious expression, this is a joke-sounding word, and it seems serious.

"You... Don't like Principal Qi anymore?" he asked.

Fan Jiuyan immediately shook his head, "No, on the contrary, I like her very much." ”

"If you like someone, you have to give her a better life. ”

An Qiuji, the life of your human beings...

Calm and comfortable, simple and can work hard for a better life...

Not all human lives are like this, but yours is.

"I mean, give you a chance to be my rival, haha, there is a contrast, and Qi'er can feel my goodness more. ”

Fan Jiuyan changed his relaxed expression, and An Qiuji sighed helplessly.

"Old Fan, you're also annoying. ”

"Isn't this also a rare time to see Teacher An in heat..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of An Qiuji putting chopsticks down.

"Send a hammer..."

An Qiuji picked up the bag containing the gown and walked away without looking back.

This is the first time he has been so wasteful, and there is still half a bowl of noodles left...

Fan Jiuyan really can't stand An Qiuji's sometimes pretending to be serious, but in fact, he is still a not very mature person in his bones...

It's probably the kind of top student in medicine, stupid and sweet in love...

But when he came back to his senses, his tofu brain was also tasteless...

The gaze was deeply focused on the silhouette of the sunlight reflected on the wooden table.

The more he looked, the more he liked the sunshine.

He wouldn't give up his prayers to anyone...

It's just that he still remembers when Qi'er injured her instep in the infirmary...

An Qiuji is indeed a meticulous man, patiently treating her wounds.

That scene is still echoing in front of Fan Jiuyan's eyes...

And that little injury was brought to her by herself, Fan Jiuyan frowned, praying...

I'm so scared that I can't do my best to be good to you.

I'm afraid that I will hurt you if I am not careful.

His eyes swept over the big vat of rice porridge, the boss was afraid that the person who bought the porridge would sell out the porridge, and he was afraid that the woman would hold him hostage today...

Fan Jiuyan hooked his lips.

He was already very satisfied that Qi'er could do this for him.

An Yimeng saw a familiar figure sitting in the place where he was eating breakfast.

Dark blue hair, thoughtful expression, cold temperament...

"Brother Fan. An Yimeng shouted softly.

Fan Jiuyan raised his head, and when he saw that it was An Qiuji's sister, he smiled.

Why did my brother just leave, and my sister came...

"Hello, Yimeng, why don't you go... Classes?"

An Yimeng waved his hand and sat down in the position where An Qiuji had just left.

Even the schoolbag was placed in the place where An Qiuji put the bag.

"It's a boring class, and my ears hurt when I listen to it..."

Hearing her complain, Fan Jiuyan raised her eyebrows.

"Then why don't you let your brother show you how your ears hurt..."