At this moment, Zhao Xiaotian's admiration for Leng Xuan was really like the water of the Yangtze River, flowing endlessly...
If Leng Xuan was his idol before, then at this moment, there is no doubt that Leng Xuan has become a god in his heart.
Leng Xuan was also stunned by Zhao Xiaotian's exaggerated expression. Thinking of Zhao Xiaotian saying that he was in love, he felt even more strange. He thought, 'It's not too late for the eldest lady to hate me, so how can she like me?'
He couldn't help but open the paper and take a look, and found that the handwriting had been graceful and elegant just now, but now it had become messy and sharp. It was obvious that the word was written with anger. When he thought of the meaning of the word, he felt a sudden rush in his heart.
Confused, she thought to herself: "What's wrong with Miss Ling today? Aren't you usually angry when you see me? Why is she a little abnormal today? Could it be that she was pretending before, but in fact she always cared about me very much in her heart? Why?
Otherwise, why is there so much jealousy in this handwriting?"
Looking back at Ling Xuejiu, she saw that it was just a side profile. Her dark and soft silk hair was slightly messy and scattered, setting off her white and crystal-clear complexion. It was really breathtakingly beautiful...
The reason why he usually doesn't pay much attention to Ling Xuejiao's appearance is just because he feels that he and Ling Xuejius are not from the same world at all, and it is impossible for Ling Xuejius to like him. Because of this, he feels that
I have always looked up to Ling Xuejiu's appearance and never had any extravagant expectations. It is like a piece of priceless jade. Anyone can appreciate it, but the one who truly understands that beauty must be the one who can get up close and personal with the jade.
's owner.
Just at this glance, Leng Xuan's favorability towards Ling Xuejiu had greatly increased, but not to the level of a toad wanting to eat swan meat. He smiled bitterly, wrote a few words with a pen, and crumpled it into a piece of paper.
Tuan, throw it over...
In fact, all this is really a big misunderstanding. When Li Mengjie threw the paper ball out just now, she saw that it was thrown at Zhao Xiaotian, so she quickly turned around, holding the textbook, pretending to read seriously, but in her heart
Say 'Oh, I threw it wrong, it's really embarrassing'.
But because Ling Xuejie saw Li Mengjie throwing the paper ball, she glanced in the direction in which the paper ball flew. As a result, she and Zhao Xiaotian looked at each other again. She felt more and more strange in her heart. After glaring at Zhao Xiaotian, she felt full again.
Face pushed Li Mengjie's arm curiously, and whispered: "Xiaojie, are you interested in Zhao Xiaotian? Why are you playing paper balls with him? What's written on it?"
When Li Mengjie heard this, she was really ashamed and angry. She glared at Ling Xuejiao and said, "Xuejiu, what are you doing? How could I..."
"Hey, are you angry from embarrassment?" Ling Xuejiao teased, and then said seriously: "But Xiaojie, although Zhao Xiaotian's performance during the lunch break was very impressive, don't forget, Uncle Li and the others don't look down on him.
For such a poor boy, I think you should give up on this!" He said, shaking his head with sympathy.
Li Mengjie is going crazy, what is this and what is it...
However, when she thought of Ling Xuejiu's words, 'Uncle Li and the others don't look down on such a poor boy,' she felt inexplicably suffocated and felt a little sour. She pursed her lips and hummed: "What a mess, Xuejiu