Jun Yexuan smiled when he heard this, "It seems that Mr. 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 to respond, Jun Yexuan continued: "But I am a rebellious person by nature, 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 that has attracted me.
And how do I like someone? It’s not Young Master Feng’s turn to comment.
If Young Master Feng is capable enough, don't let her escape from your grasp and fall in love with me.
Otherwise, the world is still up in the air, and it’s not certain who’s arms she will fall into in the end. "
After Jun Yexuan finished speaking, he turned and walked downstairs without looking at Feng Hen's dark complexion.
After going down the stairs, Jun Yexuan punched the wall, his handsome face turned gloomy.
In this war of words, he seemed to have the upper hand, but he didn't feel any joy or complacency in victory.
Originally, he also thought that it was a chance encounter.
When the time comes, he will return to his Kyoto and she will stay in her Liangcheng, and they should not have any more intersections.
But listening to Feng Hen's knowledge of her and how familiar he was when talking about her, an emotion called jealousy actually spread in his heart.
Yes, he was jealous like crazy.
Jun Yexuan has never had anything he wanted at his fingertips since he was a child, and the emotion of jealousy is too unfamiliar to him.
But recently, he experienced it more than once with the same girl.
Jealous of others getting her help without bargaining.
She was jealous that the boy could make her laugh sincerely.
Jealous of Feng Hen's understanding of her, the three years that he was proud of.
After a surge of emotions that were close to bursting, the pain in my chest only became noticeable later.
It turned out that the punch caused the gunshot wound on the chest.
Jun Yexuan looked down and saw that the black shirt on his chest was slightly darker and gradually soaked with blood.
But he didn't know what he thought of, and a coquettish smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
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On the other side, Qiao Qing got up and left after eating.
Seeing this, Luo Chen didn't care about eating anymore. He didn't even bother to take a bite of the newly ordered food. He threw away his chopsticks and chased after him.
"Qiao Qing, let's go to school together."
Qiao Qing put her hands in her trouser pockets and walked alone, ignoring him.
However, Luo Chen seemed to have been trained by Qiao Qing to become a warrior who became more and more courageous with each defeat.
"Qiao Qing, how can you be 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 wrist tightened suddenly. Qiao Qing squeezed his arm all the way to his shoulders and then down his chest.
Luo Chen's face turned red. If he hadn't seen clearly that there was no trace of lust in Qiao Qing's eyes, he would have thought that she was molesting him.
Waiting for Qiao Qing to pinch his bones, Luo Chen asked expectantly: "Qiao Qing, ah no, Sister Qing, how are you doing?"
Qiao Qing spoke calmly and gave the most pertinent evaluation, "My bones are so bad that I'm not suitable."
Luo Chen: "..."
Next, Luo Chen, who was following Qiao Qing, was like an eggplant beaten by frost, with a look of despair on his face.
Qiao Qing seemed to be affected by his excessive depression and said kindly: "Physical problems can be improved by taking a medicinal bath."
When Luo Chen heard this, he was instantly resurrected with full blood, "Really?"
Qiao Qing ignored him again.
Only then did Luo Chen realize that Qiao Qing didn't like others questioning her, and he believed her words even more, and immediately jumped three times excitedly.
"Sister Qing, you are so kind!"
Qiao Qing didn't answer.
Luo Chen got excited and then thought of business, "Then what medicinal bath do I need to take and how do I take it?"
Qiao Qing said: "I'll write Zhang Fangzi later. Come and ask for it from me. I'm in Class 22 of the third year of high school."
Midnight
(End of chapter)