Xia Qingqing roared angrily, she made a careless friend and burst into tears!
"Correction: My surname is Shangguan, not Shangguan. Besides, I am not talking nonsense. Did we kiss, or was it you who took the initiative? You won't forget it so quickly, right? But there are all the members of Class A of the third year of Yucai Senior High School.
Everyone can testify. It is estimated that by tomorrow, everyone in the whole school will know it. Maybe, some gossips have already taken pictures of that eternal moment. By then, you won’t be able to rely on it, my little one.
Qingqing?"
And damn Shangguan Jin seemed to be adding fuel to the fire because he thought her death was not difficult enough, making Xia Qingqing's upper and lower lips quarreling, feeling like she couldn't argue.
The Shangguan couple cast a "well done" look of approval at their son and asked happily.
"Qingqing, you really like our Jiajin, don't you?" In this way, there is hope for Qingqing to marry into the Shangguan family!
"I...I..." I like this big-headed guy!
Staring directly into her brother's fire-breathing dragon eyes, Xia Qingqing was stammering and speechless. She felt as if her brother's angry palm was strangling her throat.
The brother's face showed that a storm was coming, and he clearly misunderstood that she was seducing Shangguan Jin. Oh no, he was going to start hating her again, right?
The ambiguous looks in everyone's eyes made Xia Qingqing's heart pound. She, an idiot, was really driven crazy by Situ Jing to do such a stupid thing that harmed others and was not beneficial to herself.
This time, even if I jumped into the Yellow River, I couldn’t clean myself!
She really wanted to hit her with a piece of tofu! Why didn't she just roll her eyes and pass out?
"Shangguan Jin, I hate you so much!"
Xia Qingqing gritted her teeth, cursed at Shangguan Jin, turned around and ran away. She never wanted to deal with Shangguan Jin, a despicable, shameless, fake good person who stabbed people in the back again!
"I think this girl Qingqing must be shy. Jin, why don't you go up and coax her?"
Mrs. Shangguan was very happy and urged her son.
"Mommy, she is thin-skinned. Let her be shy for a while. Maybe she is hiding in the room secretly reminiscing and having fun."
Shangguan Jin joked thoughtfully and cast a victorious look at Situ Wen who smiled stiffly.
Consider him wise!
If this kid dares to enter You Ping's room and take advantage of You Ping, Ouyang Lingyun swears that he will break his legs!
Looking at Qingqing's charming and angry figure leaving, Situ Wen was confused.
Does Qingqing like Shangguan Jin? Will she and Ling Yun be safe? But what should her sister do?
Situ Wen is sure that Ouyang Lingyun next to her will definitely have feelings for Qing Qing.
During this meal, everyone's attention was occupied by Qingqing. Only she knew that Ling Yun barely ate a grain of rice and was just drinking wine and clenching his fists.
Situ Wen had never seen Ling Yun look so angry. She had always thought that Ling Yun was the kind of calm man who didn't care about anything.
Is he jealous tonight?
Three such outstanding men gathered at the same table to compete for Qing Qing’s reputation?
Situ Wen felt that she finally realized how powerful Xia Qingqing was as her sister said!
"Yun, I'm tired. I may be a little drunk. Can you take me home?"
Feeling that Ouyang Lingyun also had a tendency to leave, Situ Wen tightened her arms around Ouyang Lingyun and said coquettishly.
"Are you tired? I'll arrange for the driver to take you off."
Ouyang Lingyun finished speaking coldly and left the table angrily without saying goodbye to his elders. He even didn't even look back, which made Situ Wen feel so frustrated.
Ling Yun, did he still go upstairs to find Qing Qing?
A loud "bang" sound came from upstairs, and it felt like an earthquake.
Some people are jealous. Little woman, please ask for your blessings!
Shangguan Jin curled his lips, smiled gloatingly, and suggested kindly to Situ Wen, who remained dejected.
"Senior Wen, why don't you ask 'Brother Murong' to see you off? I think Brother Murong, a mature, steady and gentlemanly person, would be very happy."
Shangguan Jin winked ambiguously at Situ Wen, who was feeling lost, as if to say, 'Ouyang Lingyun doesn't treat you well either, so you might as well consider someone else.'
"No need, why bother Brother Murong with this?"
Situ Wen smiled gently and politely declined.
In fact, Situ Wen didn't want to leave. She really wanted to go up and see what would happen, or what would happen if she stopped.
"It doesn't matter. It's a great honor to send a beautiful woman home with both talent and beauty."
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"Xia Qingqing, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation!"
Ouyang Lingyun roared angrily, kicked open the door of the oil bottle room and slammed it shut. The anger that had been deflated all night finally found an opportunity to vent.
"Damn it, why don't you turn on the light!"
Ouyang Lingyun cursed angrily and fumbled by the door for a while before turning on the light in the room, illuminating the darkness in the room.
Oil bottle was leaning in front of the small desk, her little face buried deeply in his arms. If her petite body hadn't been twitching, Ouyang Lingyun would have thought she had fallen asleep.
In the quiet bedroom, you can vaguely hear the buzzing sound of the oil bottle.
Is this stinky girl crying or laughing?
Looking at You Ping's thin back, silent and confused, most of the anger miraculously reduced by half.
'Maybe she's hiding in her room secretly having fun.'
Shangguan Jin's words flashed through his mind like lightning. Ouyang Lingyun's whole body was on alert again. He approached You Ping and gently tapped You Ping's shoulder with two fingers, and asked tentatively.
Kajiba, what are you doing? Are you shy?"
You Ping didn't raise his head or respond, only his body shook even more.
Damn it, you’re not really laughing, are you?
Ouyang Lingyun thought to himself and cursed in a low voice.
"Hey! If you're not dead, raise your head! Say, are you snickering?"
"..."
"Get up and explain to me? Why did you kiss Shangguan Jin? Why did you kiss in public?! Kissing him was worth being so happy and secretly enjoying yourself for so long?!"
Ouyang Lingyun shook the oil bottle excitedly, and his questioning tone became urgent and impatient.
When he thought of these pointed questions and the ambiguous appearance of You Ping and Shangguan Jin, he felt like strangling the damn girl to death.
I'm so happy, you idiot! Can't you tell that I'm crying?