Chapter 91: Qi Yan is angry?

"Then you should know Qi Yan's contact information, right?"

After turning around for so long, I only know that many girls like Qi Yan but dare not get close, and the most daring ones are at most looking for someone to help take pictures on the forum.

Like this, he dared to ask for contact information from people around Qi Yan, but he was the first one.

Tang Qiqi looked at it for a long time, the girl in front of him should be the school flower in Xue Sui's mouth who secretly sent Qiubo to the class next door for a long time.

After guessing the identity of the other party, Tang Qiqi replied very dryly, "I don't know." ”

"It's okay if you don't know." The girl who seemed to have expected this answer took out a letter from her pocket, "Then this letter, help me forward it to him, it's okay, right?" ”

Tang Qiqi stood up and took a step, answering with action.

"Wait." The girl stopped in front of her in three or two steps, "Little brother, can you help?" ”

The snorting tone made Tang Qiqi get goosebumps all over his body.

Seeing that the hand wanted to come over and grab himself, Tang Qiqi took a few steps back.

Thinking of his current identity, he reluctantly squeezed out a smile, "I'm sorry, this kind of thing can't help." ”

She wanted to leave, but the girl continued to pester, and after being rejected, she changed her tone just now, "What kind of attitude do you have?" Among classmates, can't you even help with this? ”

Seeing that she is not Qi Yan, she doesn't even want to pretend?

The corners of Tang Qiqi's mouth hooked up a cold arc, "Whether you want to help or not depends on the individual, not between classmates." Moreover, we are not familiar with each other. ”

Good temper is only before she has patience.

Tang Qiqi unceremoniously pushed away the people who were in the way, and walked straight forward, ignoring the people who were still scolding behind him.

When he returned to the classroom after class, Tang Qiqi unexpectedly found that he had a love letter on his desk.

The cover is still damn familiar.

picked up the love letter and glanced at it, Tang Qiqi had a momentary impulse to throw it directly into the trash.

In the current era, do you still engage in love letters? You don't have to open it to guess that it must be copied from the Internet.

Are children's confessions so perfunctory now?

Tang Qiqi was about to throw it back on Qi Yan's table, when he saw someone walk in through the front door.

glanced at the letter in his hand and handed it to Qi Yan as he sat down.

Qi Yan had just finished playing basketball, there were beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, his violently undulating chest had not calmed down, and when he saw the things that were suddenly handed over, his breath stagnated.

Blinking in disbelief, his thin lips slightly open in surprise, staring at the two hearts strung together on the cover, his heart beating at an extreme speed.

The surprise in his eyes was quickly replaced by joy, and his open lips took a long time to squeeze out a sentence, "Give ...... For me? ”

"Or else?" Tang Qiqi glanced at Qi Yan angrily.

As soon as the last note fell, the letter in his hand was taken.

It's so fast that it's more appropriate to grab it.

Qi Yan felt that the things in his hands were like a hot potato, extremely hot but couldn't wait to open them.

Is this going to tell him his true identity?

Time passed little by little, and as his gaze went down further, the joy that Qi Yan couldn't hide in his eyes was quickly dispersed, and instead he crawled all over his face.

Before Tang Qiqi could react, the love letter had already been crumpled and thrown into the trash.

"How...... What's wrong? Tang Qiqi looked at the love letter from the trash can suspiciously.

"In the future, you don't have to give it to me."

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead seemed to freeze, and a chill spread from his thin lips.

Tang Qiqi was stunned for a few seconds, and wanted to say something, but the person next to him had already buried his head on the table.

Is this angry?