, When he received Ji Jiu's WeChat, he was sitting in front of the computer with headphones, playing games with Erlang's legs crossed.

The screen of the mobile phone lit up, Jiang Shen took a sip of the Vita lemon tea in his hand, pressed the keyboard with one hand, and took the time to look at the light interface.

It's a big sight.

Although he and Ji Jiujiu added WeChat, they didn't chat much.

One is that there is no topic, and the other is because of Fu Qi.

Looking at their Brother Qi's attitude towards Ji Jiu, Jiang Shen always felt that if he really dared to hide something from Fu Qi and Ji Jiu, Brother Qi could give an "education from social love." ”

The two of them are friends added in the class group, and WeChat friends are added in batches, which is basically equivalent to decoration.

There are many boys in the class who have a good impression of Ji Jiu, and even after adding friends, they first said "Hello?" out of politeness. "It's all sunk in the sea.

People don't respond at all.

For this reason, in the small group of boys, there are many people who have complained.

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xxx: Did Xiao Jiu reply to your message? [Screenshot]

xx: No

xx: No

xx: No +10086

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But Jiang Shen didn't expect that Ji Jiujiu actually took the initiative to send him a message, asking such an ambiguous question.

What a coincidence.

He didn't reply to her for the time being, so he took a screenshot of the picture as soon as possible and decisively sent it to Fu Qi.

Jiang SHEN is very good: Brother Qi

Jiang SHEN is very good: there is a big problem

Jiang SHEN is very good: [screenshot]

Fu Qi's mobile phone was buckled on the desktop, and at a glance, he caught a glimpse of the edge of the mobile phone with a shallow light, his half-drooping eyelids moved loosely, and his knuckle-knuckled hands were slightly raised.

“……”

He is not a sad character, and he doesn't feel that he has a sensitive and fragile heart, but at a certain moment when he lowered his eyes, he actually felt that he was very embarrassed in front of Ji Jiu.

The mobile phone rang several times in succession, Fu Qi curled up his fingers expressionlessly, pursed his lips slightly, and turned over the mobile phone that was buckled back.

Jiang Shen just sent the last message:

"Brother Qi, you said that Jiu Jiu asked me this question, does she like you or me?"

Isn't that the usual routine in the novel?

There are only two possibilities for girls to ask this kind of question.

Either you have a crush on your brother.

Either they have a crush on you.

Jiang Shen admitted that he did have a provocative element in making this sentence, and he was not a straight man, so he would not be so narcissistic as to cause a misunderstanding that might kill someone.

Fu Qi: "......"

The pale young man's eyebrows were raised meaninglessly, his lips were bitten and bloody, his eyes were like pools, he was silent for two seconds, his figure flickered in front of his eyes, and then his fingertips tapped the screen.

He said:

Like...... Delicate, intimate, coquettish, small and soft.

Later, Fu Qi frowned, probably because he felt that the directivity was too strong, and he remedied-

Don't be naughty.

Jiang Shen replied with an "OK" gesture, too lazy to type word by word, long pressed the dialog box with his fingertips, and forwarded it directly to Ji Jiujiu.

Jiang SHEN is very good: I like ...... Delicate, intimate, coquettish, small and soft.

Jiang SHEN is very good: Don't be naughty.

？？？

Ji Jiu, who was sitting on the toilet lid, broke his fingertips and chattered until the last one appeared, which made the little girl suddenly wrinkle her face in confusion.

No, what do you mean not to be naughty?

Isn't mischief unworthy?

Besides, is she mischievous?

She's clearly lively, okay!!

Ji Jiujiu: I'm sorry, I have been connotated!

What about Fu Qi, does Fu Qi also like this?

Shallow!

*

The little girl came out of the bathroom with a not very good face, and wanted to close the door with a lot of force to express her current unhappiness.

But she glanced at Fu Qi secretly, and suddenly there was a feeling of grievance in her throat.

White little paws.

The fierce force came to an abrupt halt halfway, and the action of closing the door was forced to be light.

She didn't talk to Fu Qi, her little body "snapped", and she went to the sofa with a hum.

On the tender little face, the expression is tangled.

What kind of delicate method is delicate?

What is considered intimate?

How do you squeeze it...... Ah, I will.

Ji Jiu was lying on the sofa, his dangling little feet swaying, his chin resting on the pillow, and the meat on his cheeks was forced to pile up, like a hamster.

The answers on Baidu were strange, Ji Jiujiu relied on the intuition of the old apprentice's good friend, his eyes narrowed, and he quickly captured a pop-up advertisement.

"If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grab a man's stomach."

Ji Jiu: "......"

Damn, that's what I said.

Seems to make sense!

*

So within a few days, Fu Qi clearly discovered that something was wrong with her.

In the past few days, Ji Jiu's temper has improved a lot when he told him about knowledge points, from the beginning of slapping the table, scolding him fiercely, and now "Fu Qi, did you eat too many pig brains when you were a child", Fu Qi said that he was really a little unaccustomed.

And this guy is secretly writing something except for going to the rabbit café every Saturday and Sunday to be rubbed restlessly.

Fu Qi bought this guy some hair cream for rabbits one day, and pushed open the mottled and rusty iron door, and the young man's slender body was a meal.

He saw Ji Jiu holding a sword as if he was murderous.

Yes, that's right, it's a sword.

The sword had a cold edge, and at a glance you knew it was quite expensive.

Ji Jiujiu lowered his eyes, his slender snow-white fingertips held the sword, and he easily split the watermelon in half.

Fu Qi's eyebrows hurt, and he was not surprised: "......"

The little girl cut the fruit very seriously, the corners of her lips were pursed seriously, and when she cut it, she was very careful, as if she had overcome some problem, and cut it into a perfect love shape.

Ji Jiujiu's long and beautiful eyelashes are hanging, the side face is clean and beautiful, the hair hangs down naturally, and the plush heart is puffy.

The little girl casually glanced at the young man with a complicated expression at the door, and was thinking about whether to pretend to cut her hand to be delicate and delicate.

"Ji tweets."

Fu Qi ruthlessly grabbed her by the back collar, dragged her behind her for half a meter, and his eyes inadvertently swept over the sword in her hand, "It's quite extravagant." ”

"What are you doing," Ji Jiujiu's claws moved slightly, and the sword on his fingertips disappeared, and the little girl shrank back, her expression was very vigilant, "That's the weapon I fought with, I won't give you money for it!" ”

Fu Qi: "? "Who the wants your sword.

But before he could speak, he saw Ji Jiu like a drama spirit, tangled for two seconds, and looked at him with a soft and sad face.

"The ......," she said, glancing at him, "if you're really short of money, I can't lend you the sword......

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Years later

Fu Qi: How did you think that you suddenly had to learn to cook?

Ji Jiu [naïve]: The advertisement says well, if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grab a man's stomach.

Fu Qi: You should go down.