As he walked, he spoke: "I just said that I am not available. ”

"Hey Ye Lanxi, don't, don't, don't go......"

......

The boy followed Ye Lanxi out of the classroom all the way.

and followed Ye Lanxi downstairs.

During this period, the boy was still bitter and kept trying to persuade her to leave for Chen Xiaoqi's appointment.

Ye Lanxi was unmoved.

She rebuked the boy with a cold face and walked towards the staircase of the opposite school building.

Soon.

Ye Lanxi came to the painting classroom in the opposite teaching building.

She remembers that this morning, Fu Jingan said that she would ask her to look for him in the painting classroom after school and they would go home together.

That's why she came to the painting class.

......

Fu Jingan was really in the painting classroom.

It's just that in the painting classroom, in addition to Fu Jing'an, there is also a long-haired girl.

The girl with long hair and waist was blushing and holding a box of imported chocolates in exquisite packaging.

At this time, Ye Lanxi stood outside the window and stopped, looking through the window, quietly observing the situation inside.

From her point of view, she could vaguely see that the girl's ears were red to the heel of her neck.

The girl handed the chocolate in her hand to Fu Jing'an, looking shy.

This situation is a confession at first glance.

Ye Lanxi heard the girl say, "Fu Jing'an, I like you......"

Hearing the girl's words, Ye Lanxi pursed her lips and moved her gaze to see the reaction of Fu Jing'an, who was standing in front of the girl.

Fu Jing'an's face was calm and calm.

There was no expression on his face, and the cold and ascetic Qingjun side face was covered with a calm and calm look.

It is impossible to see through his inner emotions at all.

He stood with his hands in his hands, and his deep and charming eyes fell on the girl in front of him carelessly.

The girl's face turned even redder, and she handed the chocolate in her hand closer to him, plucked up her courage and continued: "Fu Jing'an, be my boyfriend, can you......"

Almost as soon as the girl's voice fell, Fu Jingan answered: "I'm sorry." ”

I'm sorry.

These two short words have clearly expressed the meaning of rejection.

When the girl heard this, her face stiffened slightly.

Her smile instantly froze at the corners of her mouth.

The edges of her eyes were faintly red.

Pursing his lips, it seems, is unwilling.

He looked up and asked, "Am I rejected?"

Fu Jing'an's straight male cancer was online, his face was expressionless, and his tone was flat: "Yes." ”

When asked about him, the girl's reddened eyes instantly filled with tears.

Teardrops the size of beans slowly slipped down the corners of their eyes, down their chins, and on the tips of their shoes.

The girl has a good face, a bewitching figure, and a crying pear blossom with rain.

It's pitiful.

I'm afraid that any man will be heartbroken when he sees it.

It's just, alas.

The cold male god standing in front of her at this moment, a straight man with advanced cancer and symptoms, has no feelings.

The girl raised her slender white wrist, wiped a handful of tears from her face, and cried and said, "Fu Jing'an, if, I mean if, if I am willing to study hard for you and catch up with your learning, will you ......?"

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Fu Jing'an: "I appreciate everyone who is self-motivated and willing to work hard and be positive, classmate, it is a good thing that you are willing to study hard, if your grades are raised, I will be happy for you." ”