Chapter 893 Ding, Your Vinegar Jar Is Online! (20)

Before class, Xia Shu sent a message in the group.

——Brothers, it's gone.

As soon as Xia Shu uttered these words, a series of question mark emoticons followed.

Not long after, the system displayed that the group chat had been disbanded.

People in different regions are all looking at their mobile phones in a daze at the moment.

Xia Shu glanced at a table piled up next to it, and the cabinet was also filled with places for love letters and gifts.

She also fled the scene decisively and sat beside Feng Qian.

Xia Shu: "I thought that when Jian Si and Fu Ci were together, you would be sad, so I made such a move, so that Jian Si can see that someone likes us Qianqian, and he doesn't like it. There are many people who like it. Who let him hurt us Qianqian!"

Feng Qian knew that Xia Shu was also helping the original owner to vent his anger for the original owner's benefit.

After all, the original owner really humbled himself by chasing Jian Si back then.

Feng Qian replied, "Thank you, Xiao Shu."

Xia Shu smiled and hugged Feng Qian.

"Thank you, which one of us is with whom?"

However, Feng Qian breathed a sigh of relief secretly, fortunately the fragments did not see him.

Otherwise, based on her understanding of the fragments, the ending might not be so good.

The wind is light and there is no class in the afternoon.

After the class just now, Feng Qian went downstairs with her bag on her back. As soon as I walked out of the teaching building, I saw a familiar person and that familiar car.

Ye Jue, who was dressed in a suit, raised his head slightly with a cold look on his face.

The cuff buttons on his wrist were not buttoned, revealing his white and delicate wrist bones.

Feng Qian was still wondering what the debris was looking at, so she followed the other person's line of sight and saw the two banners.

Feng Qian: "!"

Ye Jue was unusually silent, as cold as an ice sculpture at the moment.

The girls who passed by were attracted by Ye Jue's appearance at first, but no one dared to approach him.

When Feng Qian came over, he withdrew his gaze, and his eyes fell on Feng Qian.

Behind the girl, there were a few boys sneaking around and staring at her.

Ye Jue caught a glimpse, and he frowned unhappily.

Before the girl came to him, he took a step forward, bent down, and carried Feng Qian on his shoulders.

Feng Qian put his head down in a daze.

In order to prevent herself from falling, the little girl clutched Ye Jue's suit tightly, wrinkling all the folds.

When they saw Feng Qian being taken away by Ye Jue on his shoulders, they all opened their mouths in shock.

When he carried Feng Qian to the door of the car, Ye Jue put Feng Qian down.

But then, he was hugged by his waist again.

After carrying her into the car, Ye Jue pressed the little girl on the car seat.

He stared at Feng Qian faintly.

Ask: "Who is he?"

Feng Qian blinked her eyes, wondering: "Him?"

After a pause, Ye Jue said, "The person who wrote the banner."

The wind is shallow and full of desire to survive.

"I don't know him well, I didn't respond to him, and I didn't approach any boys."

The little girl answered obediently, straight-forward.

Facing the gloomy eyes of the shards, Feng Qian swallowed, and added: "I swear!"

"Where's Jane?"

Ye Jue asked casually.

Obviously, Feng Qian could tell from Ye Jue's eyes that he didn't like Jian Si very much.

Back then at the dinner party, Jian Chen said in front of Ye Jue that Feng Qian had a good impression of his younger brother.

Later, he asked someone to check Feng Qian's information.

The original owner pursued Jian Si with such a high profile, it was difficult for Ye Jue not to know.

He hadn't said it before, but it didn't mean he didn't mind at all.

Just now when I saw someone confessing to the little girl, the paranoid and pathological possessiveness in Ye Jue's bones came out uncontrollably to cause trouble.

In the past, I said, I have no interest in games or anything, but later... well, it's so sweet.

Recently, I fell in love with eating chicken. Although the technology is superb, the search for materials will always hit the door, and I will never see where the person is. I will always be a female reporter in the field... Well, it’s okay, hold my brother’s thigh tightly and lie down to win.