Chapter Seventy-Nine

I coughed twice in embarrassment, raised my eyebrows and said bluntly, "I don't know what to do with your confession?" ”

He didn't answer, and said sullenly for a long time: "Actually, you don't have to be like this, I won't involve other people in our affairs, and I won't do something bad for you." Besides, I said I wouldn't hurt you, don't worry. ”

I stared at him with wide eyes and a dumbfounded expression, and immediately turned my head silently the next second.

Isn't it good to say something clearly? I don't have to be so unhappy.

Along the way, Xiaoyue's phone calls didn't get through, so she was inevitably a little anxious. Biting his fingers, he looked out the window round after round as he leaned against the window.

Finally, after arriving at the destination, he saw the brightly lit house, regardless of Jiang Zeyi behind him, and ran towards the house with all his might.

Fortunately, after changing her shoes in the hallway, she sat on the sofa and watched TV. Because her eyes were empty, she couldn't notice my steps, and it seemed that her mind had already drifted to outer space.

Trotting in front of her, I was smiling, but when I saw the tears in her eyes through the light, I suddenly fell out of my eye sockets, defenseless, and I almost subconsciously took a step back.

She hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face with her hands, pretended to be indifferent, and said calmly: "Why did you come back, I have been waiting for a long time." Yawning and tears flowed out. ”

When she said you, her eyes turned behind me.

Then I heard Jiang Ze also answer, "I wanted to call you out, but I couldn't get through, but Wang Qi was worried to death." ”

After listening to this, Xiao Yue picked up the mobile phone on the low table, pressed it twice and looked at the screen in disappointment, "The phone is out of battery, and I forgot to call you, so I just waited." ”

I turned around expressionlessly, and my tone couldn't suppress the indifference, "Don't do this next time." ”

"Sister," she called me, "how are you and Brother Qian Mao?" ”

I turned around and looked at her deeply for a long time, until the other party lost his confidence and didn't stop.

Turning around again, he walked upstairs with his schoolbag on his back in despair, but his left hand grabbed the corner of his clothes and did not relax.

I have always had a very curious question that I haven't said, that is, which one is more likely for girls to choose between love and family? Looking at Xiao Yue's dodging eyes, I also began to be infected with no confidence.

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