He really has too much curiosity about 'parting', that's why he keeps paying attention to her.

Maybe she doesn't know that he will read every one of her Weibo. He always kept screenshots of the messages she sent.

He may have inadvertently fallen in love with the girl, a girl who always loved to share with him, happy or sad.

Zhou Yili looked at the word 'farewell', and a ridiculous idea flashed through his mind.

It would be nice if Su Qianqing and 'Farewell' were the same person.

If your goddess is the same person as the person you care about, I'm afraid you will die beautifully.

But I can only think about this, how can there be such a good thing in the world, and even if there is, it will not befall you.

[Zhou Yili V: Why did you go so fast today? I'm going to talk to you about something. 】

Su Qianqing returned to his car, looking at the message Zhou Yili had just sent, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Although she was curious about what the male god was going to say to her, she still felt that it was better not to reveal her identity for the time being.

In fact, she planned to tell Zhou Yi to leave her identity tonight, but she still chose to tolerate it. She can't be too willful, she doesn't have the qualifications to be willful.

Also, she thinks that the male god may have that kind of meaning to her trumpet.

You must know what Zhou Yili said to her, he planned to sing a song to 'Farewell' at the concert, and the songs at the concert, except for the song "My Thoughts", she heard him sing on the Internet.

In other words, it is very likely that this song "My Thoughts" was sung to her by Zhou Yili.

Mine, missed?

Su Qianqing's mood was very complicated.

She didn't know what to do, but to be honest, he didn't tell 'Farewell' that the song was sung to her.

[Farewell: I'm still on the sidelines.] 】

Su Qianqing didn't know why, so he sent this sentence to the past. When she came back to her senses, Zhou Yili had already replied to her, and it was too late to revoke it.

[Zhou Yili V: You wait for me at the gate, I'll come out immediately.] 】

Seeing Zhou Yili's words, Su Qianqing's heart skipped a beat.

"Sister Qin, what's the matter?" Lou Yanbei glanced at Su Qianqing, who was sitting in the corner and shrunk into a pile, and handed over the syrup in his hand, "Drink some medicine, this cold seems to be quite serious." ”

"Hmm." Su Qianqing listened to Lou Yanbei's words, stretched out his hand to take the syrup handed over by Lou Yanbei, and took a sip.

"It's so sweet."

Su Qianqing didn't like to drink syrup when she was a child, she didn't like very sweet things, that thing could be sweet to death.

"Bear with me, dessert is good, your voice is hoarse today." Lou Yanbei smiled bitterly, sometimes she really felt that Su Qianqing and her were not people of the same world, wasn't it good to have sweet things? And what she wondered the most was that Su Qianqing obviously didn't like to eat sweet, but preferred to eat rock sugar gourds. It's so weird.

"I'm going down." After Su Qianqing took a sip, he tightened the lid, put the syrup on the seat, and got up as he spoke.

"You can't blow the wind anymore in your current physical condition." When Lou Yanbei heard Su Qianqing's words, he instantly frowned. Although it is said that it is summer, Bichuan City is very cool, especially at night, and the cool breeze is blowing.

Sister Jing ran on both sides today, which hurt her body very much. What's more, there is still a certain temperature difference between the indoor and outdoor of the concert.