Halfway through Wen Chu's words, she saw Yu Huan squeezing her eyebrows, and the tacit understanding that she could understand with a glance disappeared at the moment, Wen Chu was angry, in order to prove that he didn't plant it, he said a lot,

"In short, it's impossible for me to like Fu Han!"

"I just want to play with him!"

"Yes, just play with him! When did I plant it? How could it be planted on a piece of wood? ”

"Absolutely impossible!"

In order to show determination, the last five words were said very strongly, and the speed of speech was so fast that people couldn't interject at all.

Yu Huan held his head and sighed, speechless to the sky.

Wen Chu noticed her abnormality, paused slightly, blinked with a pair of big eyes, looked at Yu Huan, and felt that something was wrong,

"Huanhuan, what's wrong with you?"

"What are you doing.... With such an expression? ”

Yu Huan glanced behind her, as if sensing something, Wen Chu's body stiffened, and slowly turned his head to look over.

A cold, indifferent teenager stood behind her, still holding a book in his hand.

He chuckled and tossed the book in the trash.

Wen Chu saw the name of the book, "A Brief History of Time".

Boom, she wanted to cry.

Why wasn't he there when she expressed her lovesickness?

When the time comes, it will appear!

"Fu Han, listen to me......."

Wen Chu wanted to cry without tears, and pitifully wanted to pull the corner of the boy's clothes, but Fu Han didn't even look at her, and turned around and went back to class.

“.........”

Yu Huan sighed lightly, raised his hand and touched Wen Chu's little head,

"If you die by yourself, remember to clean up the mess yourself."

Wen Chu leaned on her body weakly,

"Huanhuan, I think I really want to plant it."

Yu Huan smiled softly,

"If you are planted, you may not lose it."

She said this very softly, and her voice was very low, Wen Chu didn't understand for a while,

"What do you mean?" Small composition

"Literally!"

Yu Huan seemed to think of something, tilted his head and smiled, turned around and entered the class.

Wen Chu didn't figure it out, and took out the "A Brief History of Time" in the trash can in front of the door.

Because the aunt had just cleaned up, she lost a few pieces of straw paper inside, so it was not dirty.

Wen Chu returned to work with "A Brief History of Time" with a depressed face, and saw Lin Jing sitting in the seat playing games.

This big guy is obviously not in a good mood, and he is abusing vegetables in the game, killing it so much that it is called a bloody storm.

Xu Cheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw Wen Chu sighing back,

"Your expression, out of love?"

Because it's a class, they sit quite close, so the two of them are quite familiar.

Wen Chu lay on the table with his chin pressed against the "A Brief History of Time",

"If only I fell out of love, it would be fine."

At least I've been in love.

What is her name, this call has ended before it has started, and she hasn't caught up.

This time, it is estimated that Fu Han's iceberg will be more difficult to handle.

Su Yu poked Xu Cheng and teased,

"Don't you think our brother Jing is more like a broken love than Wen Chu?"

Xu Cheng sighed,

"It's not like, it's like I'm jealous, I'm angry!"

The discussion between the two of them made Wen Chu seem to think of something, and when he turned his head to look at Lin Jing,

"The lighter that Huanhuan took before was yours?"

Why is she so familiar, it turns out that she has seen it somewhere in him!

"You like Huanhuan?!"

For a moment, Wen Chu seemed like something terrible had happened.

Lin Jingshi slowly raised his eyes, and his dark and cold eyes were heavy and heavy,

"You two, it's itchy and straight!"

Xu Cheng shuddered, turned back decisively, Su Yu laughed dryly, and chose the dog leash,

"No itch, no itch, Brother Jing, you continue, continue ha~"

Brother Jing had low air pressure all afternoon, and he didn't want to be beaten at all.