Ye Sheng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

She didn't like Su Xiaoxiao to regard Mu Jingyou as a private property.

Go to your seat and sit down.

The three roommates looked at Ye Sheng worriedly.

"Xiao Sheng, are you okay?"

The girl's delicate arms were all scratched red, revealing a few bright finger prints.

Unlike Ye Sheng, it is inevitable that several of them will come into contact with other people when they live in the school.

I also participate in club activities.

There is not a small amount of gossip that has been heard.

Naturally, I know the story between Ye Sheng, Mu Jingyou and Su Xiaoxiao.

But in the past month with Ye Sheng in the dormitory, everyone has been very harmonious and happy.

knows that Ye Sheng is a complete soft girl.

I usually look at each other intently when I speak.

It's too good to behave.

If they are killed, they won't believe that she will be the kind of junior who robs other people's boyfriends.

And Mu Jingyou and the others have also met a few times, each time they are detached and polite.

They seriously suspected that they had been stained with Xiao Sheng's light to get the gentle treatment of that person.

Otherwise......

It's probably that you can't hit the eight poles, and you can't even get a straight eye from the other party.

With just such two people, how can it be a combination of a scumbag and a junior.

"It's nothing, don't tell Ayou."

"I'm afraid he's worried."

"I'll take care of it."

Seeing the girl's pleading gaze, the three swallowed their saliva and agreed.

But still let her not force herself, and she can ask them for help if she has something.

Knowing that Su Xiaoxiao was backed by the Su family, it was not something they could fight against at all, but they were still willing to stand on their side.

I think this is the friendship that Xiao's mother said.

Ye Sheng warmed his heart slightly.

These days, Ye Sheng's understanding of feelings is no longer superficial.

His feelings for Mu Jingyou are becoming clearer and clearer.

It's just a good time to tell him.

After class, Ye Sheng saw Mu Jingyou standing aside and waiting as soon as he left the classroom door.

As soon as Mu Jingyou saw someone coming out, he immediately greeted him.

I saw her say goodbye to her roommates, with her hands behind her back, looking at herself with a smile.

When Mu Jingyou walked in front of him, Ye Sheng's face was the same, and he stretched out a hand to hand over the schoolbag.

The boy paused slightly, and then naturally took the schoolbag.

Holding the little girl's hand, I was going back.

On the school road, there are green trees and a place full of life.

A young girl spoke vividly to the boy next to her.

And the boy did not have the slightest impatience on his face, and listened attentively.

From time to time, he turned his head sideways and said something, which made the girl giggle.

Ye Sheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had successfully concealed Mu Jingyou, and the whole person relaxed.

At this moment, the young man suddenly spoke: "Shengsheng, what's wrong with your hand?" ”

Mu Jingyou has endured all the way.

Just when Ye Sheng took the initiative to hand him the schoolbag at the door of the classroom, he sensed that something was wrong.

Usually, as long as it is within her power, she is used to doing it herself.

Every time, he insisted that Ye Sheng hand over the matter to him.

“……”

Ye Sheng was bombarded by Mu Jingyou like this, and he couldn't react in time, so he didn't answer immediately.

This silence already represents everything.

Mu Jingyou couldn't hold back any longer, took the person aside, and gestured to the little girl with his eyes.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Ye Sheng pursed his mouth and obediently stretched out his hand.

Her skin is delicate, and these finger prints have not gone down even after a class.

On the contrary, the surrounding redness dissipated, and became more and more conspicuous on the fair skin.

Mu Jingyou saw it with his own eyes, his pupils constricted, and his fingers were gently groped.

Eyes roll obscurely.

He whispered, "How did you get it?" ”