The corners of Shen Xingqiao's mouth hooked up slightly, and he asked calmly, "What kind of thoughts do I have?" ”

"I don't think I need to tell you. After all, I'm in a relationship with her, not with you or anyone else, and it won't hinder your interests. ”

"Yaoyao is my friend, if you hurt her, it will naturally be related to my interests." The color of vigilance in Lan Fei's eyes became more and more obvious.

"If you're a wicked person, I'm the first to let you go."

Shen Xingqiao looked at her serious eyes, and unconsciously wanted to laugh, even if she exuded anger and dressed up socially, she was just an 18-year-old girl.

Hearing such words from her mouth, he felt more and more how naïve she was.

"How can a wicked man say he is a wicked man?"

Shen Xingqiao responded with a light smile: "And you are also wrong, it is not me who approached her, it was me who took the initiative to approach." ”

When Shen Xingqiao said this, he inexplicably brought a little evil aura.

He has a problem: I can feel inferior, I can think that I am bad in every way, I can reduce myself to nothing, I can also accept the disdain and dislike of my dear and beloved, and other idle people, etc., have no right to speak.

In layman's terms, it's about your birds, but he doesn't say such a colloquialism, he pays attention to it.

Twenty minutes later, the two had witty remarks, and a war of words ended, with neither of them having the upper hand, and finally broke up unhappily.

Lan Fei left angrily, and sent a few messages to Li Yaoyao before getting on the plane before turning off her mobile phone.

And Shen Xingqiao only picked up the glass of lemonade that had melted all the ice cubes after Lan Fei left, and took the first and last sip.

Neither humble nor arrogant is in front of others, and humble self-blame is left to oneself to taste alone.

The air conditioning in the dining room was so abundant that cold sweat broke out uncontrollably on his back.

After paying the bill, Shen Xingqiao walked out of the Michelin restaurant with a natural face and returned to this warm world.

After picking up the car from the underground garage, he sat in the driver's seat, but he didn't know where to go.

At this moment, he looked in the rearview mirror and then lowered his eyes, suddenly feeling at a loss.

Why don't adults and children like to be responsible?

Never mind.

He's twenty-four years old, who needs to be responsible?

Why is he already so old in the blink of an eye, how did he live to this age?

Why are they all living to this age, and their thoughts are still so naïve?

Li Yaoyao is still a child, she likes to play around, is competitive, and always wants to show her superiority through the love of others, isn't this a normal thing, do you still hope that she can really be infatuated with you?

Someone like you who is so bad that even his own mother can't stand it and chooses to leave, what is the luxury of what is he wanting?

For a while, some memory fragments floated in my mind, and I don't know what emotions were lost to my mind.

His fist slammed into the steering wheel, which made a dull hoarse sound, and his hand began to ache faintly, which finally brought back to his senses.

His eyes calmed down again, and then he started the car, aimlessly, but after all, he drove in the direction of Qianshi University.

On the way, he rolled down the window, and the east, west, north, south, and north winds poured into the car, blowing wildly at his slightly long hair.

In this hurricane accompanied by a heat wave, Shen Xingqiao was not afraid but raised the corners of his mouth and laughed a few times like an evil goblin.

At this moment, he probably had an epiphany: Regardless of what he has in the world, he laughs lightly two or three times.

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