It's been almost a month since she was admitted to the hospital, and she hasn't seen Ye Fengyu for a long time.
If you have this spare time to watch Ye Qingqian's acting, it's better to go to see her Xiaoyu and care about Xiaoyu's body.
"Hey, classmate Ye has a bad temper. Why have we ever acted? Could it be that we made a mistake?"
"Isn't your Devil's class a waste class? You think you're not a waste if you show off a little in the freshman training? Isn't it still punished by the instructor every day and can't even participate in the training?"
"The Devil's class is a waste class. You still want to participate in the class confrontation competition eight months later. I don't know what face you have to say that."
"Shangxuan Academy will sooner or later be destroyed in the hands of you trash!"
The mocking voices one after another made the surrounding students cast their eyes.
The location where they were standing happened to be not far from the gate of the courtyard.
Those parents who came to pick up their sons and daughters also looked over when they heard what these students said.
When their eyes fell on Ye Qingluo, they were amazed by the girl's appearance.
But I also heard that she was a student of the class of demons, no matter how beautiful her face was, it was obliterated by the words "class of demons".
Ye Qingluo never cared about the eyes of others.
Ye Qingluo's eyes sank slightly, a sneering arc curled up at the corner of his mouth, he squeezed his hand, twisted his neck: "It seems that you all miss the taste of my fist."
Hearing the creaking and creaking sound of Ye Qingluo's bones, the faces of these female students turned pale immediately, and they subconsciously hid behind Ye Qingqian.
This move made Ye Qingluo sneer sneeringly; "Even a trash is afraid of being like this, and you students in the middle class are nothing more than that."
After finishing speaking, she went straight past these people and walked out of the courtyard gate.
Ye Qingqian frowned slightly, and scolded these useless female students from the bottom of her heart.
Seeing that Ye Qingluo had already walked out of the courtyard gate, Ye Qingqian immediately ran after her.
Before he could open his mouth to call Ye Qingluo to stop, he heard a clear voice coming from the front; "Qingqian."
Ye Qingqian's heart trembled, her face beamed with joy, and she raised her beautiful eyes to look in the direction of the voice.
I saw Leng Fenghua standing in front of a luxurious carriage.
And in front of and behind the carriage, there was a row of imperial guards.
It looks extraordinarily eye-catching and extraordinarily cool.
It's just enough to save face.
There were two traces of shyness on Ye Qing's shallow face, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be pinched out of water.
The female student next to her covered her chest with her hands and joked: "Student Qingqian, I just said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will come! Look, what a ostentation!"
"His Royal Highness is really handsome, with great power, especially for Qingqian, he can't fault him at all!"
"Student Qingqian, His Royal Highness came to the academy to pick you up in person, does that mean... your wedding is coming soon?"
Ye Qingqian's delicate face blushed even more, and she stomped her feet: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
With such a coquettish reprimand, like a little girl, she shyly broke away from the hands of the female students and trotted towards Leng Fenghua.
Knowing that she was in a good mood at the moment, the female students behind her became more courageous, and teased behind her: "Where are you talking, look at the excitement of meeting your sweetheart!"
"Your Highness, Your Highness..." Ye Qingqian trotted forward, a pair of beautiful eyes rolled around, and a bend of spring water rippled.
Panting for breath, she seemed to have bumped into something under her feet, and suddenly staggered, her little mouth exclaimed.
Leng Fenghua stretched out his hand and just happened to put Ye Qingqian into his arms.
"Slow down, run in such a hurry, let others see you, it's just that you don't know how to be polite."
Having said that, the pampering in the tone is obvious.
Ye Qingqian's cheeks were blush, her small hands clenched Leng Fenghua's clothes tightly, and she lowered her eyes in shame: "Because Qian'er is in a hurry to see His Highness..."