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Even if Qi Ziyan makes a cake for Fu Xiche, so what?

It's not her words, it's easy, just feed it to the trash can. Scapegoats are everywhere.

Fu Zhirou looked over and met Qi Ziyan's gaze suddenly.

The corners of the girl's mouth provoked a faint smile, ridicule, mockery.

It seems that he has already seen through her.

Sure enough, in the next second, I heard Qi Ziyan ask the two girls: "You two, you used to handle the gifts that others gave Fu Xiche, and you will handle them privately." ”

Two girls, self-conscious and bowed their heads.

Zhi Zhihe: "I'm sorry, we will change it in the future, and we won't advocate for Fu Shao without authorization." ”

Fu Xiche frowned fiercely, and his handsome face was obviously angry. The "clucking" sound of finger clenching, two people horizontally.

Qi Ziyan's eyes followed him.

Watching him with his own eyes, he angered the two girls.

It's not to blame Fu Zhirou.

"I'll make another cake." Qi Ziyan turned around and left lightly.

Anyway, they're all being taken advantage of.

It's just Fu Zhirou who is a demon.

It didn't take long.

Fu Xiche strode out of the classroom, caught up with Qi Ziyan, and grabbed her slender arm.

Looking downward, I inadvertently swept to the white little hand, and there was an obvious red mark. I don't know if it's hot, or what.

"Yan'er, don't make the cake."

Fu Xiche held her hand and tightened it little by little. The beautiful peach blossom eyes flashed with heavy distress, as dark as ink.

It's when he's not here today that the cake will be handed over, so it will be thrown away by others.

Thinking of this, Fu Xiche pressed his two hands on Qi Ziyan's shoulders, and his eyes were serious and serious:

"Look for me in the future, call me, no matter where I am, I will be the first to come."

In this sentence, the promise is very heavy, Qi Ziyan's eyes moved, raised her little face to look at him, and asked: "It really doesn't matter where you are or who you are doing, as long as I call, you will come to me?" ”

"Hmm." Fu Xiche nodded.

Qi Ziyan lowered her beautiful eyelids, her long eyelashes, and trembled like butterfly wings, and she asked with a smile: "Fu Xiche, let me ask you a question." Me and Fu Zhirou, if you can only choose one, who will you choose? ”

"What are you mentioning her for?"

Fu Xiche asked rhetorically.

Qi Ziyan raised her little head and stared at him, her fair little face, delicate and flawless, and her cherry-colored lips were pursed, looking a little stubborn.

The same question, Fu Xiche also wanted to ask her.

Narrowing his eyes and speaking: "Then what if it is me and Lian Jin, who do you choose?" ”

"Of course it'......" Qi Ziyan did not hesitate.

Before she could continue, Fu Xiche interrupted her.

The two of them talked a few words, but they parted unhappily.

The final picture is that Fu Xiche clenched his fingers "giggle", his eyes were awe-inspiring, and he said word by word: "You can't break off with Lian Jin, then so can I." ”

In the face of Fu Zhirou's ten years, Qi Ziyan was vain and humble to the dust; And for the sixteen years that Lian Jin has been with him, Fu Xiche is the same.

Distrust is like a crack between two people. Little by little, it was torn, expanded, and so deep that it could not be filled.

One told the truth, one told the falsehood.

Fu Xiche never thought that the angry words he said casually today, the impulsive "me too", would slap his face and "snap" in the future.

The flag you set up yourself always has to be returned.

Not long after, there was a small commotion in the classroom of the third class.

"Why is Miss Qi making cakes again?"