A big "#" word appeared on An Qing's forehead instantly, "Shut up!" Don't tarnish other people's good "Those Years" like this! "Don't sing this!"
Milolo looked at her aggrievedly, turned over, and sang in a different tone behind her back: "What's wrong/You're tired/As promised/I'm licking my shoes/I understand/I won't say anymore/My love has faded/
The dream is broken..."
Damn! Instead of singing "Those Years", she sang "The Promised Happiness"!
Li Hanyi squirted out half of the water she had just drank. She couldn't help but bang the table and laughed: "Mi Luoluo, you are so damn talented, sister, I admire you..."
Mo Li also had a look on his face that wanted to laugh but was holding back. He raised his hand and patted Han Yi's back to cheer her up: "Be careful, don't choke."
The glass in Lu Anqing's hand was about to be crushed. She really wanted to slap Milolo away! It was so embarrassing!
"Classmate Milolo, what you said is wrong. My love is not weak." A low and pleasant voice suddenly sounded. Milolo looked up as if he had seen a ghost and saw Wei Jichen's dazzling figure walking from the crowd.
Come out!
He walked to them and naturally put the dinner plate next to An Qing, "What do you think, Qing?"
He turned back to look at her with a smile, and the soft light in his eyes made An Qing startled.
That low "Qing" sound was like an endless nightmare, lingering in her heart.