Chapter 33 He's Crazy Jealous

Jun Yexuan smiled when he heard the words, "It seems that Young Master Feng is still very afraid of me. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so relieved about the boy below, but he came up to beat me."

Without waiting for Feng Hen's response, Jun Yexuan continued, "But I'm a naturally rebellious person, and the more others try to stop me from doing something, the more persistent I will be.

I am currently very interested in Qingqing, and even after all these years, she is the only one who can attract me.

And how do I like someone, it's not even Feng Shao's turn to talk about it,

If Young Master Feng is capable enough, don't let her run out of your palm and fall in love with me.

Otherwise, the universe is undecided, and it is not certain who she will drive into in the end. "

After Jun Yexuan finished speaking, he turned around and walked downstairs without looking at Feng Hen's dark complexion.

Going down the stairs, Jun Yexuan punched the wall with a punch, and Jun's face was gloomy.

In this war of words, he seemed to have the upper hand, but he didn't have the joy and self-satisfaction of victory.

Originally, he also felt that it was a chance encounter.

When the time comes, he will go back to his capital, she will stay in her cool city, and they shouldn't have anything to do with each other.

But listening to Feng Hen's understanding of her, and talking about her familiarity, an emotion called jealousy spread in his heart.

Yes, he's crazy jealous.

What he, Jun Yexuan, wanted since he was a child is not easy to get, and this feeling of jealousy is too unfamiliar to him.

But recently, with the same girl, he had experienced it more than once.

Jealous that others can get her to save her without bargaining.

Jealousy that boy can make her smile sincerely.

Jealous of Feng Hen's understanding of her, the proud three years.

The pain in his chest was only realized after the turbulent emotions that were almost bursting the embankment.

It turned out that the punch had affected the gunshot wound to the chest.

Jun Yexuan looked down, the black shirt on his chest was slightly darker, and was gradually soaked with blood.

He didn't know what to think, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

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On the other hand, Qiao Qing got up and left after eating.

Seeing this, Luo Chen didn't even bother to eat. He didn't bother to take a bite of the new meal, so he threw his chopsticks and chased after him.

"Qiao Qing, let's go to school together."

Qiao Qing walked with her hands in her trouser pockets, ignoring him.

Luo Chen seemed to have been trained by Qiao Qing to become a warrior who became more and more courageous.

"Qing Qiao, how on earth are you willing to teach me ancient martial arts?"

Luo Chen, who had pestered Qiao Qing no less than five hundred times, turned on the repeater mode.

As soon as he finished speaking, his wrists tightened. Qiao Qing squeezed his arms and swam all the way to his shoulders and down his chest.

Luo Chen's face turned red, if he hadn't seen clearly that there was no lust in Qiao Qing's eyes, he would have thought she was molesting him.

Waiting for Qiao Qing to squeeze his bones, Luo Chen asked expectantly, "Qiao Qing, ah no, sister Qing, how is it?"

Qiao Qing spoke lightly and gave the most pertinent evaluation, "The roots are extremely poor, not suitable."

Luo Chen: "..."

Next, Luo Chen, who followed Qiao Qing, was like an eggplant beaten by frost, with a look of no love.

Qiao Qing seemed to be affected by his excessive slump, and said kindly, "It is not impossible for me to take a medicated bath to improve my body's problems."

Luo Chen was instantly revived when he heard the words, "Really?"

Qiao Qing ignored him again.

Only then did Luo Chen realize that Qiao Qing did not like others to question her, and she believed her words even more, and immediately jumped three times excitedly.

"Sister Qing, you are so kind!"

Qiao Qing didn't answer.

After Luo Chen was excited, he remembered the business again, "Then what medicinal bath do I need to take, and how?"

Qiao Qing said: "I'll write Zhang Fangzi when I look back. You come to me and ask for it. I'm in Class 22 of the third year of high school."

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