A series of barrage of questions caught Su Wanqing off guard. She only knew that he was a carefree and evil mafia boy, but she didn't know that he had such sensitive nerves when he was angry.
"Of course not." Su Wanqing couldn't bear the series of accusations he put on her.
Luo Xichen's face looked a little better. He raised his eyebrows and muttered: "That means you actually don't want me to get into B major?"
There was a glimmer of hope in his ice-blue eyes, and that kind of expectant look made her feel that although he was stubborn and stubborn, he was surprisingly cute.
Su Wanqing felt that the more she explained, the more trouble she got, and she couldn't help but have a headache: "It's not that I don't want you to get into B University..."
"Su Wanqing!" Luo Xichen suddenly roared, his face looking extremely foul.
Wan Qing was yelled at so much that he stood on the spot in fright. He looked at Luo Xichen with a slightly hurt look in his eyes, flattened his mouth in aggrieved manner, and turned around to stop looking at him.
This was the first quarrel between the two of them, and it wasn't really a quarrel. It was just a unilateral anger on his part, and she was unable to refute it at all.
The air became stagnant, and silence fell between the two people.
At this moment, a voice like a lark came from not far away——
"Lucifer, sister, it turns out you are here and you are giving me a hard time!"
Su Wanqing looked over in surprise, and was very surprised to see Mechelle, that beautiful Italian girl, Bai Fumei with a net worth of tens of billions, Xichen's real fiancée.
"Mechelle?" Su Wanqing couldn't hide her surprise and asked first.
Mechelle smiled sweetly, and a few strands of her golden curly hair that was slightly messy due to running were floating on her face. She brushed it away and said: "It's great to see you, Sister Wanqing, I heard that your mommy
I married Lucifer’s dad, and we will be a family from now on.”
There was nothing wrong to say, but this was what I mentioned. Su Wanqing reluctantly smiled at her, and before she could ask further questions, she heard Luo Xichen's very unfriendly voice: "What are you doing here? Are you traveling?
"
"Of course not." When Mechelle saw Luo Xichen taking the initiative to talk to her, she hurriedly walked over and a pair of arms clung to his arms habitually, "Of course they are here to find you. They just went to the school to handle the matter.
Admission procedures for summer special classes.”
Luo Xichen was irritable and extremely unhappy at this time. Coupled with Mechelle's interference, it became even worse.
He coldly shook off her octopus-like clinging, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Don't make trouble, go back quickly! Uncle Michelle will be worried about you, City X is no better than Rome, no one will protect you."
"Uncle Luo said he would protect me." Mechelle refused, seeming to be quite dissatisfied with Luo Xichen's extremely cold attitude, complaining, "I have traveled thousands of miles to follow you, don't you dare to move at all?
Do you want to drive them away?" As he said that, a pair of hands clung to him again.
Su Wanqing looked at Mechelle's extremely skillful movements, and her big black glass eyes couldn't help but dim. She turned her eyes and looked in another direction.
Those two people were so natural.
She admitted that she was jealous.
She was jealous of Mechelle, jealous of her position and identity, jealous of her being able to be intimate with him unscrupulously in public.