Wen Liang followed Song Tingchuan's hand to stop him and moved his gaze to his face, and then glanced at Zhou Qian on the side quietly, Wen Liang smiled, his smile was like a spring breeze, which was annoying.

"Okay."

Zhou Qian only raised his eyes when Song Tingchuan stopped him, and he kept his head down.

Song Tingchuan pointed to a bench under the street lamp on the edge of the square and motioned for them to go over and sit, but Zhou Qian did not refuse.

Several people are all born well, and they are completely different styles, even if the street lights are dim at night, with the unique temperament of the three people, it has also attracted a lot of heads.

The three of them all belong to each other, but they turn a blind eye to the gazes cast around them.

Some people say that a person's personality can be seen from the way they sit, and this is sometimes true.

The benches on the side of the street are the kind with armrests on both sides, and Song Tingchuan took the lead in sitting down at the position of leaning on the armrests on one side, supporting his head lazily, and his slender and straight legs were idle and idle, one stretched, and the other was half-bent, completely like a prodigal in the market.

Followed by Wen Liang, Wen Liang can see that he is a boy with a good family education, and he sits in a regular manner, with his upper body straight, his shoulders are flat, his hands are naturally placed on his knees, and his feet are naturally separated, a textbook standard sitting posture.

And Zhou Qian sat on the other side of the bench with a heavy heart, and did not deliberately bend his legs, up and down his body, from shoes to clothes to watches, all showing his luxury, his elbows were folded on his knees, and his body leaned forward slightly.

After sitting down, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was slightly quiet.

However, this silence did not last long, and it was still Song Tingchuan who took the lead in breaking the silence, but it was not for Zhou Qian, but for Wen Liang

"How long have Wen Liang been with Sister Siyu?"

Sister Siyu.

Song Tingchuan raised his position from Cheng Siyu's friend to his brother with one sentence, and it didn't seem so abrupt when he asked about it.

Well, Brother Chuan is used to bullying people.

Wen Liang raised his eyebrows, and the corner of his eye saw Zhou Qian's unconsciously clenched fists, Wen Liang sneered, but he was no longer as gentle as before, and his tone was even more sharp

"You probably have to ask Qian Shao about this, when did Qian Shao break up with Siyu, I will naturally be with Siyu when I am with him."

There was no explicit accusation of Zhou Qian in the words, but the meaning of defending Cheng Siyu was very strong.

Song Tingchuan originally guessed that this was deliberately angry with Zhou Qian by Cheng Siyu, but now it seems that it is different from what he thought

Zhou Qian's face was a little pale, but he didn't argue.

Song Tingchuan and Zhou Qian's brothers for three years naturally know him.

This kid is only like this when he is at a loss.

In this way, the person who is at fault first is really Zhou Qian

Yo, the stupid son of the landlord's family has a good IQ, and he will play with his legs

Song Tingchuan looked at Zhou Qian's eyes with playfulness, but Zhou Qian's eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at Song Tingchuan.

Song Tingchuan hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled meaninglessly, and then looked at Wen Liangdao

"Ex-boyfriends are all in the past, and it's always boring to mention the past, I think your character is very good, and the character of Sister Siyu is also complementary, and it is a good match for Sister Siyu, Qian Shao estimates that he will find his confidant in the future, and you two don't have to be so-for-tat."