Qin Jiu didn't care about the small movements of the two men.

Lala pulled the sleeve of her school uniform, put the red rope and copper coins into the sleeve, and she calmly spat out two words.

"I can't."

Where did these three copper coins come from, Qin Jiu didn't remember anymore.

It has been worn on her wrist all these years and has become a part of her body, never leaving her body except for bathing.

She has a cold temperament and doesn't like physical contact with others, so naturally she won't let others look at her things.

Ding Rui was scolded, knowing that he had said the wrong thing - although he didn't understand what was wrong - he lowered his head to eat and didn't dare to say anything more.

has been by Shen Zhifei's side for more than three years, and he still doesn't dare to say that he understands this man.

But there is one thing that Ding Rui knows very well.

After this man's superficial gentle and harmless smile, what kind of determination and ruthlessness.

In the past three years, he has also done wrong things and said wrong things, and Shen Zhifei has never seen him like he did just now.

He had only seen that look once two years ago.

At that time, Shen Zhifei personally sent the calligraphy and painting "Zhifei" to be reframed, and a calligraphy and painting master happened to be there.

Mr. Professor, who had always been modest, walked over calmly and smashed the other party's chin with the old pit Tao Yan that he had just bought.

The talkative calligraphy and painting master couldn't speak for a whole year, and his mouth is crooked now.

At that time, Shen Zhifei had such eyes.

Since then, Ding Rui has known that the calligraphy and painting he took wherever he went was Shen Zhifei's reverse scale.

On the other side, Qin Jiu put down the soup Gu and stood up.

"Where's the book that needs to be organized?"

"Come with me."

Shen Zhifei put down the unfinished soup, got up and walked out with her.

Ding Rui raised his hand to caress his chin, which was still intact, and slowly exhaled a long breath.

It seems that there is another piece of Shen Ye's reverse scales.

The books that Shen Zhifei said are a batch of history extracurricular books and supplementary books newly ordered by the school for the library.

In the morning, Ding Rui had already posted an e-bookmark.

Now it's just a matter of putting the book on the shelves of the relevant category.

Shen Zhifei pushed the cart, and Qin Jiu followed behind and came to the history bookshelf.

"You hand it over to me, and I'll place it."

Qin Jiu nodded, took the book from the cart and handed it to him.

One hand, one pendulum.

On the other side of the bookshelf, a short boy with glasses is picking up a book.

Through the gap between the two books on the bookshelf, he saw Qin Jiu on this side of the bookshelf, and his eyes widened in amazement.

The boy's mind was all on Qin Jiu, and the book in his hand that was originally going to be put on the bookshelf stabbed the spine of the bookshelves on Qin Jiu's side, but he didn't notice it, but just subconsciously stuffed his hand on the bookshelf.

On the upper shelf, two heavy history hardcover books squeezed down the bookshelf and smashed on top of Qin Jiu's head.

Shen Zhifei turned his face to pick up the book, and just happened to see this scene.

"Be careful!"

Lunge rushed over, and he pressed the girl's little head to his chest, bent down and protected her with his body.

Two books, one on his back and one on the back of his neck, slid down and smashed to the floor.

Qin Jiu stretched out his two hands, caught the book that had slipped down, and lifted his face from his chest.

"It's okay, I caught it."

Shen Zhifei smiled.

Is he worried about books?

The little face in sight did not have any superfluous expression.

The eyes are like deep mountains and quiet lakes, clear and pure, and there is no slight.

He suddenly had a bit of amusement, wanting to see the undulating scene in those eyes.

So, he bent down and moved his face closer to her little by little.