"Our young lady is obviously asking the truth, where is the narcissism?!"

Qingju was not convinced, and his cheeks were puffed up with anger.

Tong Jiaqi glanced at her strangely, but said to Tong Jiayan: "Yo roar, you maid is really a protector." ”

Tong Jiayan nodded calmly and said seriously: "Yes, she is very protective of me, so third sister, you have to be kind to me." ”

Tong Jiaqi was stunned: "......" was so unexpectedly that she couldn't answer for a while.

When several maids saw Tong Jiaqi's wide-eyed and choked appearance, they only felt a little funny, so they all pursed the corners of their mouths and snickered.

Although Tong Jiaqi was a little speechless at first, she couldn't help but burst into laughter when she thought about it.

The relationship between her and Tong Jiayan seems to have undergone earth-shaking changes in just a few days, but this change is not abrupt, everything is so natural.

Tong Jiayan heard the sound of shouting and selling sugar gourds outside the car, so he shouted to stop the car and prepared to go down.

"What are you going to do?" Tong Jiaqi grabbed her and asked.

"I'm going to buy you a sugar gourd." Tong Jiayan replied with a smile.

Why are you so nice to her?

It's embarrassing.

Tong Jiaqi's face flushed slightly, she cleared her throat and said, "Wouldn't it be good to let the bean go down and buy it?" ”

Dou Rui, who was suddenly named, raised her head in confusion: "??? ”

It's hard to be a maid.

"She buys what she buys, I buy what I buy, and the meaning is different." Tong Jiayan shook his head, and instead took Tong Jiaqi's hand, "Third sister, get out of the car with me, it's rare to come out once, I'll invite you to lunch and then go back." ”

Tong Jiaqi looked at the hands held tightly by the two, originally wanted to shake off because she was not used to it, but her eyes saw Tong Jiayan's slender wrist, and went all the way up her arm, seeing the corners of her mouth raised slightly, somehow, her heart moved, she gave up the idea of shaking off her hand, and let Tong Jiayan take her hand and walk to the place where sugar gourds were sold in front.

……

"Zichen, let's go back to the academy quickly, this afternoon is Gu Fuzi's class, wait for him to take the roll call in a while, find out that we are not there, we will be unlucky when we go back!" A young man in a teal robe followed closely behind another man, speaking with an uneasy look on his face.

The young man in front of him was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a stone blue narrow-sleeved robe, with a blood-red ring-shaped jade pendant hanging from his waist, playing with an unopened folding fan in his hand, the corners of his eyes were merry, and peach blossoms appeared.

He has a slender figure and stunning facial features. When he laughs, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and the corners of his mouth are habitually hooked to the side. This expression will give people a bad feeling that they are being looked at and calculated by others, but when he does it, it makes him have an extra flow of grace for no reason.

"If you want to go back, you go back, it's hard to come out, I haven't had enough fun." The peach-eyed boy is playing with a folding fan in one hand, clapping his hands, and looking around, wanting to see if there are any new and interesting things to pass the time.

Under the plane tree not far away, there was a person holding a string of red sugar gourds, turning his face and handing it to the people around him with a smile.

The sun shone right on her face, shining brightly on her smile.

The peach-eyed boy was shot in the heart like an arrow by someone, and he was stunned in place.

"Smack."

The slightly shorter boy still lowered his head on the side, nagging with concern: "Zichen, shall we go back quickly?" You don't know, Gu Fuzi is famous for his unsympathetic teaching, if he finds out that I skipped class, not only will he go back and punish me for copying the text, but he will also call my parents. If my dad found out about my skipping class, then I'd be done! Zichen, Zichen? Zichen ......? ”

The boy didn't get a response, and when he raised his head, he suddenly found that his friend was stunned on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning, and he didn't even know that the folding fan in his hand had fallen to the ground, but he only knew that his eyes were staring at the front vacantly, and he wouldn't move.

He nudged his friend a few times, but there was no response.

Following his friend's line of sight, he also followed and looked ahead.

I only saw a plane tree not far away, and a pair of young ladies with vivid backs were buying sugar gourds with people and turned to leave.