Su Qiqiao sat on a chair in the mall, watching the pedestrians coming and going, she sat there quietly in a light blue dress, a picture of quiet years.

At this time, a person wearing a blue and white plaid dress walked over slowly, and someone stopped in front of Su Qiqiao: "Miss Su, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Seeing the person coming, Su Qiqiao tilted his head and was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Hello." ”

The other party couldn't help frowning when he saw her expression: "What?" It's been a few days since I saw it, so it's stupid? ”

"You're stupid!" Cui Mengmeng appeared behind the other party in time, holding two cups of milk tea in her hands, and then walked to Su Qiqiao's side, gave one of them to her, and then looked up and said, "Miss Yang, if you are here to find trouble."

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