"I'll tell you one last time, don't give me these things in the future."

"Even if you want to give, don't give it below the school flower level."

Ding Zhiyang's tone was casual, and Fang Qing listened casually, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

The problem of love letters is solved, and she is relaxed.

After following the footsteps, Fang Qing changed the subject: "Brother." ”

Ding Zhiyang slowed down his cadence and waited for her: "Huh? ”

Fang Qing turned her head to look at him curiously: "This is a question I have always wanted to ask. ”

Just when he was crossing the road, Ding Zhiyang took Fang Qing by the hand and looked at the vehicles on the road while looking around: "You ask." ”

Although Fang Qing noticed that the hands of the two of them were interlocking at this time, she didn't feel anything wrong: "What kind of girl do you like, or have you ever thought about what your future girlfriend will be like?" ”

Ding Zhiyang replied crisply: "Didn't I tell you, the school flower of the second middle school." ”

The brother and sister studied in No. 2 Middle School.

is different from the tone just now, Ding Zhiyang at this time is very serious.

However, Fang Qing felt that he was joking: "Don't make trouble, ask you seriously." ”

While the red light was still on, Ding Zhiyang turned his head: "Do you want to know, or did someone ask you?" ”

Fang Qing blinked: "I want to know." ”

Ding Zhi pursed the corners of his lips: "To be honest, I thought about it, but ......"

Fang Qing was anxious: "But what?" ”

Ding Zhiyang lowered his eyes slightly, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

After a few seconds, he grabbed Fang Qing's hand: "Forget it, this question is more complicated, I don't know how to answer it for a while, anyway, I promise you, if you meet someone you like in the future, I will definitely bring it to you to check it, how about it?" ”

Fang Qing: "Then what if I don't like it?" ”

Ding Zhiyang said incomprehensibly: "I don't think you don't like it, after all, you are rare at the level of cockscomb, in my eyes, you have to be the current school flower of the second middle school......"

The current school flower of No. 2 Middle School...... The egg hurts

As soon as these words came out, Fang Qing immediately realized that he was teasing her again.

When she crossed the road, she quickly pulled out her hand, and Ding Zhiyang also ran away as if he expected her reaction.

Fang Qing chased after him: "You talk about the school flower again, see if I don't beat you!" ”

"Brother, brother, don't run, stop!"

"Brother, you bullied me, I'll go home and tell my mother!"

……

The slight bump in the car made Fang Qing, who was immersed in thoughts, return to reality.

"It's a great call, that's why it's been so long!"

Savoring what Ding Zhiyang said not long ago, her hand subconsciously grabbed the bag on her lap.

So my brother has someone he likes?

At the moment, the first thought that flashed through Fang Qing's mind was, then what should I do?

What should her brother do if she has a girlfriend?

How could he ...... How could it be so ...... so quickly after something like that happened with her?

What about the people you like?

The flustered emotions came up, and somehow, Fang Qing felt like throwing up.

Just as the car in front of him suddenly slowed down, Ding Zhiyang braked suddenly, and under the effect of inertia, Fang Qing leaned forward.

As a result, the feeling of wanting to vomit is more intense.

Her face was pale, her hands were covering her mouth, and she was very uncomfortable.

After stabilizing his center of gravity, Ding Zhiyang hurriedly turned his head to look at her: "Qingqing, what's wrong?" ”

You already have someone you like, why do you care about me?

Thinking like this, Fang Qing slapped his hand away: "Don't worry about it!" ”