Murong Yan quietly clenched his fists, greeted the elders for a while, wiped his hands with a napkin, got up and said politely, "Uncle and aunt, can I go and talk to Shanshan for a while?" ”

Professor Zhao nodded in acquiescence.

Mother Zhao looked at the back of the person who went to her daughter's room and muttered, "It's going to be okay, right?" ”

Professor Zhao patted his wife's hand, "Don't worry, that kid won't do something like that." ”

………………………………

Murong Yan walked to Zhao Zhenshan's door and knocked several times, but there was no movement inside.

Gently pushed open the door and looked inside, only to see the figure lying on the table and doing something.

He walked over with light steps, and just leaned down to look, Zhao Qishan turned around, and then stuffed a piece of paper on the table under a book for the first time, "Why didn't you knock on the door and come in!?" ”

Full of vigilance and rebuke.

Murong Yan's originally gentle eyes suddenly became cold, and he met her eyes, "I knocked, you didn't agree." ”

Zhao Qishan's little face tightened, "That'...... Then you shouldn't just go into someone else's room! ”

"Am I someone else to you? Shanshan ......"

Apricot eyes stared round, and it took a while for a while to be defeated in his cold gaze, "But you rushed into someone's room like this...... It's really not good......"

Seeing that she didn't say anything that made him angry, Murong Yan's eyes gradually softened, and a smile rose at the corner of his good-looking mouth, "Shanshan, what were you doing just now, so mysterious?" ”

Zhao Zhenshan's little face turned red, and he subconsciously pushed the book behind him back, "No...... It's nothing...... Nothing......"

"Really?" Murong Yan expressed his doubts, and a sturdy and upright figure gradually walked towards her.

Zhao Qishan was anxious, "You...... What do you want? ”

The man approached elegantly, leaned over, looked at the charming face, and opened his thin lips slightly, "Shanshan, I really want to kiss you......"

Zhao Zhenshan stiffened, and with his petite body, he instantly drilled from under his arm to his back, and he looked proud.

When Murong Yan turned around, he already had the letter in his hand.

"Don't look—" Zhao Qishan exclaimed.

Murong Yan had already opened the piece of paper, and it was a letter that had not yet been written.

Only saw the first few words, Murong Yan's whole person seemed to be hit on the head, as if he had been hit hard-

Brother Yu, who I love and miss the most-

Murong Yan suddenly breathed tightly, and continued to look down-

Brother Yu, since the day you left, I have missed you all the time......

Zhao Qishan was anxious, panicked, and hurriedly rushed over to grab the letter, "That's my letter, don't read it!" ”

Murong Yan sneered, "This is the love letter you wrote to him?" ”

She bit her lip, her eyelashes trembling, and shouted at him with little confidence, "What does it matter to you what I write?" Give it back to me! ”

Murong Yan's expression turned cold, and he dragged her over, and the letter in his hand was thrown to the ground by him at the same time.

Zhao Zhenshan stumbled and pounced on him, his mouth touching his chin.

She was embarrassed to death, supporting his body, trying to avoid the strong masculine breath, but she didn't want her jaw to be grabbed suddenly, and a big hand grabbed her waist and lifted it up suddenly.

Before she could react, he bit her lip, and pressed her neck and kissed her when she was in pain.