I don't know whose son?

Suddenly, the huge street downstairs was silent, and both men and women looked at Qian Junbao.

Even about Ye Qing's confrontation with the thief, they didn't bother to ask about it, and only a pair of eyes were left looking at the young man on the second floor of Tianxue Residence.

Especially the girls who looked at him downstairs, all stared at him for a moment, and some even came out......

Just when the thief saw that the situation was not good, and the light of frantic escape flashed in his eyes, he saw a young man in green clothes next to the white-clothed man flying down from the stairs like a big peng spreading his wings.

The crowd exclaimed, and the people surrounding Ye Qing hurriedly dispersed.

As soon as the boy flew in front of the thief, everyone didn't see how he moved, it was so relaxed and casual, it seemed that he was really just grabbing it.

He actually grabbed a dark green money bag from the arms of the gray-clothed young man, and it was indeed an unembroidered money bag.

Immediately afterwards, the gray-clothed young man was kicked by Qian Duoduo at the crook of his knee, and the gray-clothed young man screamed and fell to the ground.

What's going on?

Almost everyone present stared at the gray-clothed boy in disbelief, all of them staring at the gray-clothed boy stupidly.

This...... He's really a thief?!

Qian Duoduo threw the money bag to Ye Qing, and looked at her from head to toe with his eyes, looking at her inch by inch, looking so seriously.

Then he looked at her with a smile, his eyes were undisguised mockery, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with disdain: "The money bag is put away, and next time you don't follow us again!" ”

Although the words were not good, Ye Qing took the money bag and just wanted to thank him, but Qian Duoduo glared at his feet, put his toes on the back of the gray-clothed young man, and flew up to the white-clothed young man on the second floor of Tianxue Residence.

Ye Qing raised his head, looked back at the white-clothed young man on the second floor of Tianxue Residence, looked at him so shallowly, and spit out two clear words with a light movement of his lips: "Thank you." ”

Qian Junbao sat in the elegant seat on the second floor of Tianxue Ju, not moving, and his dark eyes stared at Ye Qing for a moment, he couldn't figure out what the slight throbbing he had just now.

In the end, he opened the folding fan and shook it gently, then his lips moved slightly, and he whispered to Qian Duoduo beside him: "Duoduo, we should go." ”

Ye Qing didn't come back to her senses until she couldn't see them, just now she almost had a great impulse and wanted to run to the young man in white, just to call him, "Brother Xiaolu, do you remember Ya'er?" ”

But, is it possible? The corners of Ye Qing's mouth raised a faint sarcastic smile, and he smiled lonely and helpless.

She remembers a sentence that if a woman looks too sorry, then the whole society is full of malice towards her, even if she is full of talent.

No matter what era, there are appearance associations.

What's more, in this hierarchical feudal society, looking at the son's dress, demeanor and temperament, it is not something that she can touch as a civilian peasant girl now.

In the past, Ye Leek only dared to peek at him in the dark, maybe it wasn't entirely because of inferiority!

Qian Duoduo followed behind Qian Junbao and asked a little puzzled, "Childe, where are we going now?" Don't you watch the dance? ”

Qian Junbao's voice was very soft and light: "Don't look at it, go to East Lake first!" ”

Qian Duoduo looked at Qian Junbao's back with a dark look in his eyes, and said softly: "Young master, the weather is too hot, let's go again next time!" ”

When Qian Junbao heard this, he paused, suppressed the surging in his heart, and only said lightly: "I'm tired, go back." ”