It's so rare!

The last time they met, the two were like Mars hitting the earth, punching and kicking, let's take the time in the bar, as soon as they met, they fought [you live or die], and the scene of the shrew scolding the street is still fresh in my memory.

And today, for the first time, the two of them can sit at the same table and eat? Not only that, but Jiabao will also ask for Qing's opinion? Am I the hell, or are they running into evil?

Qing didn't answer Jiabao's words, and when she saw me looking dazed, she immediately rolled her eyes at me and said coldly, "Han Yueqiao, what do you mean by this?" ”

"You ...... You ......" I pointed at them, speechless for a moment.

"What's wrong with us? Is it possible that we will fight as soon as we meet, so that you can get used to it? Qing said angrily.

Jia Baobao chimed in, "That's it! "Look at me with a look of contempt in their eyes, these two people are now completely on the same line.

I bowed my head silently, looking like a child who had done something wrong, although I didn't know why it was happening today, but I knew that there must have been something that happened in the time between the last time they fought in the bar and today, and I didn't have time to guess what would make them change their opinion of each other at once.

"Alright, let's talk about something else." Sasha changed the subject at this time.

I nodded in agreement, thinking to myself that the topic that had put me in focus could finally stop.

"What do you want to say?" I picked up the teacup and brought it to my lips, and if I could guess what she was going to say next, I would never open my mouth, and I would never drink tea, or rather, if I knew it was like this, I would rather stay at home than go out!

"Tell us honestly, what happened that night?" Sasha asked directly.

As soon as I heard it, the tea that had just swallowed in my throat was squirted out by me, followed by a violent cough.

"Right~"

"Yes!"

Qing and Jiabao said in unison, and looked at me with the same expectant expression, once again showing us their tacit understanding and harmony.

I looked at them depressedly, my expression full of grief and embarrassment, "Why do you keep asking such questions?" ”

"We want to know." Harushi replied as a matter of course, looking at her as if something was hiding from me, and, instinctively, telling me that it had something to do with me, she didn't want me to know, at least not yet.

"yes, it's all on the cover of the magazine, so it's time for us to figure out what's going on, right?" Jiabao has always echoed Qing's words, and it seems that she must understand her before she is willing.