“……”

Wen Qingyun's pupils shrank, the two of them had spent a year at the same table, how could he not recognize himself, right?

Could it be that her cripple is so obvious?

"You're dumb?" Without waiting for her response, Jiang Xu's eyelashes moved, and he looked at her a little incredulously, "It turns out that you were forced to speak last night?" ”

Wen Qingyun's eyebrows jumped, "I'm not dumb, I'm your high school tablemate." ”

Caught off guard and looked at him again, his peach blossom eyes were still as alienated as in his memory, a natural coldness, after listening to what she said, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his gaze suddenly fixed on her face, "High school tablemates?" ”

After thinking for a while, it dawned on him, "I remember, your name is Wen-"

Sure enough, she didn't have a cripple, doesn't she think of herself?

Wen Qingyun waited expectantly for him to say his name, but who knew that he said a name she had never heard before, "Wen Meixin?" ”

After two seconds of silence, Wen Qingyun met his ruffian eyes and spit out a sentence, "I'm not Wen Meixin, my name is Wen Qingyun." ”

Jiang Xu's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and seemed quite surprised by the name, "It's you." ”

Although the process was a little difficult, I finally remembered myself.

Wen Qingyun nodded, "It's me." ”

In the next second, Young Master Jiang sat down on the sofa, leaning up like soft bones, his long legs overlapped, and his tail note dragged on, "Oh, it turns out that your name is Wen Qingyun, not Wen Wuxin." ”

Facing Wen Qingyun's puzzled eyes, he spoke compassionately, "Back then, you were so decisive in deleting me and blacking out a dragon, I thought you had no heart to change your name." ”

Wen Qingyun: "......"

Why are you so yin and yang weird to her.

The point is, where did she delete the black dragon?

Wen Qingyun opened her mouth to explain, "I didn't delete and block you. ”

To be more precise, she doesn't even have the contact information of this master.

Jiang Xu raised his chin, "You come here." ”

Wen Qingyun hesitated, and saw his slender fingers tap a few times on the screen, and then handed the tablet to her.

On the screen is her personal button page, with the option to add friends below.

This buckle number is too old, and the avatar and nickname are quite non-mainstream, Wen Qingyun was stunned for a few seconds, and then remembered that she had given this buckle number to her cousin for the office.

At that time, she basically used other social platforms to record her life, and she and her friends basically interacted with each other on it, and later, after WeChat became popular, she only used WeChat.

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds, Jiang Xu's hot gaze was difficult to ignore, it was probably the first time that someone had deleted it, and he was determined to wait until she gave him an answer.

Wen Qingyun was stared at the ground and was terrified.

inexplicably remembered the year when she and Jiang Xu were at the same table, it was simply the most tense time in her high school career.

Young Master Jiang's mood is the same as the weather in Zhicheng, cloudy and uncertain, and in that group of students who are obsessed with reading, he seems to be particularly maverick.

I'm in a good mood, the school uniform is ironed neatly, and I will take the first place in the exam for you by the way.

In a bad mood, the colorful T-shirt is rotated again, the exam is handed in in a blank paper, but no one cares, who let him have a rich father.

Wen Qingyun trembled every day, for fear that the eldest young master would be unhappy with him, so he took his homework book and kicked it as a ball.

If she said that she gave the buckle number to someone casually, and cleaned up his master, the grass on her grave next year is estimated to be two meters high.

Thinking of this, Wen Qingyun gritted her teeth and sighed heavily.

Jiang Xu really asked her, "What are you sighing for?" ”

Wen Qingyun said, "I have no choice but to delete you, I am easy to be distracted by handsome guys in the third year of high school, I really have no choice but to delete the most handsome person on the list." ”

Jiang Xu's expression seemed to freeze for a few seconds, and Wen Qingyun changed the topic while the iron was hot, "I deleted you back then, I have been unable to sleep and eat all these years, but I didn't expect that yesterday, God arranged for us to meet, and you happened to save my life, we are simply a godsend......"

As she spoke, she looked at the man's thoughtful black pupils, and then realized that she had blown it, and hurriedly braked, "WeChat friend!" ”

Time seemed to stand still suddenly, or perhaps because Jiang Xu was silent.

Wen Qingyun just felt embarrassed, and saw him take his eyes off her stunned face, and reluctantly took out his mobile phone, "Okay, your accosting is very innovative, doing so much is just to add WeChat, I'll give you this opportunity." ”

What follows what.

Wen Qingyun was messy, but he didn't know how to explain it, he probably wouldn't believe the strange things at home, but now it seems that she is deliberately approaching him.

The QR code had already lit up in front of her, and she could only whisper, "I didn't bring my phone." ”

Jiang Xu froze for a moment, and then very understandingly took out a sketchbook from the shelf, tore a page down, wrote down his mobile phone number slowly, and thoughtfully signed his name, like a celebrity signing party.

When he finished writing, he stretched out his long arm and handed the page over, his tone a little indebted, "Take it, don't take it as an example." ”

Wen Qingyun: "......"

After a few years, I didn't expect him to have a new hobby - narcissism.

Although he does have that capital narcissism.

The font in front of me is the same as back then, vigorous and powerful, with a little uninhibited sense of ease.

Seeing that she was stunned again, Jiang Xu's eyebrows locked lightly, "So happy that I don't know what to do?" ”

It seemed that it was the first time he had encountered such a difficult "fan", he rubbed his eyebrows and said generously, "Okay, I'll sign you two more to accompany you for the New Year." ”

“……”

Seeing that he was about to sign again, Wen Qingyun let out a breath and interrupted him, "No ......"

"Two is not enough?" Jiang Xu's pen tip was stunned, and the last stroke of Xu's character flew directly out of the page.