At noon, Song's canteen.

Worried about the eldest apprentice he had just received, he also planned to give Huo Chizhou and Song Qingyue space, and didn't want to be a shining light bulb, Jiang Xueci continued to take the eldest apprentice to the Song family's canteen to eat.

Ying Linyuan didn't forget to pull out his hair.

He had long wanted to touch Huo Chizhou's side, pluck out a few hairs happily, and send them for a paternity test, so as not to guess all the time.

It's a pity that the lab is in a meeting in the morning, and he doesn't have the permission to enter.

He couldn't even hear him outside.

Song's secrecy measures are really strict......

Holding the freshly prepared meal, Ying Linyuan and Jiang Xueci looked at the positions in the cafeteria, looking for empty seats.

Wait a minute!

Ying Linyuan caught a glimpse of two familiar figures and paused.

Look, say Cao Cao Cao will arrive.

Pull out your hair~

Ying Linyuan hurriedly walked to Huo Chizhou with the dinner plate, put the plate on the table, and sat unceremoniously on the empty seat beside him.

Huo Chizhou slowly looked sideways, staring at death.

Ying Linyuan was stunned: "Hehe, what a coincidence, you are also here." ”

"Lin Yuan, are you still used to it in the Song Clan?" Song Qingyue asked with a smile.

Linyuan?

Huo Chizhou's eyes when he looked at Ying Linyuan added a bit of murderous aura.

Ying Linyuan's slowly stretched hand stopped alive: "......"

No, what if you don't dare to pull it out?

Song Qingyue intended to let the two cousins get along well, looked at Ying Linyuan with a smile, and said softly: "If you need help with anything, you can find me and Chi Zhou." ”

Hearing this, Huo Chizhou's brows stretched slightly.

Me and Chi Zhou.

He was next to her.

"Qingyue." Seeing Ying Linyuan sitting next to Huo Chizhou, Jiang Xueci came over with a dinner plate and naturally sat beside Song Qingyue.

"Big apprentice, do you know Qingyue and Huo Chizhou?"

Ying Linyuan's body stiffened, pursed his lips that were a little dry, and sloppy eyes: "That, we are all colleagues." ”

"Yes." Jiang Xueci didn't bother anymore, picked up the chopsticks, and smiled crookedly, "There are sweet and sour pork ribs at noon today." ”

Ying Linyuan breathed a sigh of relief, took advantage of Jiang Xueci's bowed head to eat lunch, and desperately glanced at Song Qingyue, and sent a message last night to tell Song Qingyue that she had concealed her identity from Jiang Xueci, and begged her not to leak her mouth.

Anyway, probably, maybe, it's not a lie, is it?

A drop of cold sweat slipped on Song Qingyue's forehead.

She really lives in a world of novels, and any kind of bloody story can happen around her. Ying Linyuan, this kid, was worried that Jiang Xueci would feel uncomfortable after knowing that he was the heir of the Ying family.

What else do you say about waiting for the relationship to stabilize before taking the blame......

Jiang Xueci's life experience is not bad, okay? Jiang's father is a highly respected professor at a prestigious school, and Jiang's mother is a master of Chinese painting, and she can change a suite with a painting.

Ying Linyuan doesn't seem to know Jiang Xueci's family background, are they wearing vests for each other?

Seeing that Song Qingyue couldn't get what he meant, Ying Linyuan was anxious and lowered his voice: "Sister Qingyue." ”

Jiang Xueci's little ears moved, and she raised her eyes curiously: "Sister Qingyue? ”

Huo Chizhou beside him began to release murderous aura again.

Ying Linyuan wanted to cry without tears, and he couldn't wait to give his mouth a few times, so he had to stammer and explain: "This, this is an honorific title for the boss." ”

Stupid!

"That's right." Jiang Xueci seemed to believe his words.

Damn, there is another person who robbed Qingyue with her.

In order to prove to Ying Linyuan and Huo Chizhou that his position in Song Qingyue's heart was much higher than theirs, Jiang Xueci deliberately said affectionately: "Qingyue, these sweet and sour pork ribs are delicious." ”

Ying Linyuan sighed deeply.

Song Qingyue: "......" This stupid boy may fall off the horse at some point.

Jiang Xue raised her eyebrows proudly.

"Well, this soup is a little salty, I'll go buy some bottles of soda." Ying Linyuan used the excuse to buy soda and fled.

Standing in front of the vending machine, he suddenly had a brilliant idea.

What kind of hair to pull? Is this soda bottle bad?

He can ask Huo Chizhou to drink soda, buy the smallest one, urge him to drink it all, and when he is about to leave after eating, he will easily take away that guy's soda bottle.

He's so witty.