"I'm fine, it's getting late, let's go too... today, thank you."
"Don't be polite to me, and don't feel guilty. Even if we are just ordinary friends, I can't see you being bullied."
Zhuo Liye stopped talking and didn't mention what happened just now.
He took off the suit jacket on his body, put it on her head, and gently took her into his arms.
"There is no one else here. If you feel uncomfortable, you don't need to bear it. It's better to cry."
"..."
Perhaps Zhuo Liye's consolation played a role.
Perhaps it was the scene of Fan Yu leading Fu Qian away just now that hurt her eyes.
The tears that Qiao Yuanfei suppressed suddenly flowed out from the out-of-control valve.
She didn't cry out.
She just shed tears suppressedly, calmed down, stretched out her hand to wipe her face indiscriminately, and returned Zhuo Liye's coat to him.
"I'm going to the bathroom to wash my face."
"Fay, I'll accompany you..." Before Zhuo Liye finished speaking, Qiao Yuanfei had already run away.
A person looks for the bathroom with his head down.
Tears blurred her vision, and she couldn't see the person in front of her clearly.
Suddenly a strong arm grabbed her shoulder, pulled her hard and walked towards a corner where no one was around.
Qiao Yuanfei's first reaction was to meet a hooligan.
Just as he was about to fight back, Fan Yu had already pulled her into his arms.
He turned around and pressed against the wall where people were coming and going.
He lowered his head and blocked her lips!
"Well-"
Qiao Yuanfei kicked him without hesitation.
After realizing who it was, he kicked him hard again.
Fan Yu snorted, but did not let go of her.
Pressing her forcefully, he continued to deepen the kiss.
The rogue was convinced by Qiao Yuanfei's kiss, and finally limp in his arms completely powerless.
His slender fingers wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Don't cry, my heart hurts."
"..." Qiao Yuanfei ignored him.
Fan Yu took her tears as disgust, and was about to ask her if she really liked Zhuo Liye, but Qiao Yuanfei turned her head away.
Said in a muffled voice.
"Don't touch me because you held someone else's hand!"
"..." Fan Yu was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, his eyes lit up immediately.
Is she... jealous
This arrogant little look.
This is obviously caring and pretending not to care.
Why does he like it so much
"I just held Fu Qian's hand, you and Zhuo Liye were shoulder to shoulder, did I say anything?"
"What hooking your shoulders, you talk carefully!" Qiao Yuanfei frowned and glared at him.
Which of his eyes saw her hooking up with Zhuo Liye
Fan Yu snorted coldly, his tone sour.
"I've seen it all. You not only hooked your shoulders, but he also wanted to massage your feet. Just now you were wearing his coat and crying in his arms."
She had never shown such a vulnerable side in front of him.
Fan Yu said it lightly at the time, and he was also decisive when he pulled Fu Qian away.
But as soon as he turned around, he regretted it. He stopped just a few rows behind, and was about to look for Qiao Yuanfei when he saw Zhuo Liye holding her in his arms.
If Fu Qian hadn't been stopping him and repeatedly reminding him that if he really did it, Qiao Yuanfei would definitely hate him, and he would have rushed to beat Zhuo Liye.
How can I bear it until now.
"That's not as close as you and your Bai Yueguang!"
Qiao Yuanfei pushed him away, turning her face away, not wanting to look at him.
"You also deliberately asked her to demonstrate in front of me, told me your previous stories, and laughed at me for never entering your heart, and you don't even know what you think."