Zhao Qingwu looked at Mo Qinghan with tenderness in his eyes, but Mo Qinghan lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Zhao Qingwu, his two hands grabbed the corner of the canvas bag straddling his shoulder, seeing this, Zhao Qingwu smiled

He said, "You're messing with your bag, and you're breaking it." ”

At this time, Mo Qinghan stopped his flustered hands, slowly raised his head, his eyes still didn't dare to look directly at Zhao Qingwu, he cleared his throat and said: "Senior Brother Zhao, you know my current situation better than anyone else, I admit that I had a crush on you before, but that is all in the past, I really hope that you and Yurou can continue to walk." ”

After finishing speaking, with an indifferent face, he walked past Zhao Qingwu, just when Mo Qinghan thought that he could walk away like this, Zhao Qingwu suddenly grabbed Mo Qinghan's hand, Mo Qinghan was frightened by this sudden move, and the passing classmates in the garden all looked in this direction, and the originally quiet campus suddenly became lively with Zhao Qingwu's hand, and more and more people gathered, some girls held the hands of their companions, I don't know what they were talking about, and some whispered to each other.

Mo Qinghan saw that the people who passed by had gathered in this direction, and he suddenly panicked in his heart, and pulled his hand out hard, and said with an anxious face: "Senior Brother Zhao, let go of my hand, I can't explain it clearly!" ”

Zhao Qingwu still took Mo Qinghan's hand, moved his standing posture, slowly approached Mo Qinghan, suddenly leaned down and approached, the exhaled hot breath caressed Mo Qinghan's face, his good-looking lips moved upward, and his crisp voice slowly entered the eardrum: "What I want is that your explanation is not clear, if I have never existed in your heart, maybe I will let go, but you have me in your heart, I want to snatch you from He Zheyu's hands, if it weren't for him to intervene, you Mo Qinghan would have belonged to me a long time ago." ”

When the three words He Zheyu entered Mo Qinghan's eardrums, Mo Qinghan looked at Zhao Qingwu with dull eyes, and the hand that was dragged by Zhao Qingwu didn't know if it was because of nervousness or fear, there was a little sweat stain, and his hand became cold, and his eyes returned to his original appearance after a while.

From the side, the classmates on one side thought that Zhao Qingwu was bullying her body to kiss Mo Qinghan's side face, and Mo Qinghan's sluggish expression was also mistaken by the classmates present that they were frightened by this sudden sense of happiness. There was an uproar in an instant, and Mo Qinghan, who was immersed in his own world, was pulled back. withdrew the hand that was tightly dragged by Zhao Qingwu, and in a panic he took chaotic steps to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, and after taking a few steps, Zhao Qingwu's voice sounded behind him: "It's not that Mo Qinghan's unrequited love likes me Zhao Qingwu, but that the two of us love each other and love each other." ”

Mo Qinghan's heart sank suddenly, she took a breath softly, she didn't say anything, and when she walked through the crowd, a few words came from the other girls: "She's really happy!" Or: "Being beautiful is different, with a hook of the little hand, our Zhao Xiaocao was defeated under her pomegranate skirt." Others said: "The recognized school male god of the talented female partner is also a good story!" ”

In fact, they didn't understand how bitter Mo Qinghan was in her heart, she knew that her sisterhood with He Yurou would not exist from now on, no matter how good she was before, it would eventually disappear because of Zhao Qingwu's man, and what worried her the most was how He Zheyu would punish herself after she found out.