"Girlfriend?" A girlfriend was detained for no reason. Jiang Yao looked at Zhou Cheng who was watching the show in the corner with doubts and asked him to give an explanation.
Noticing his gaze, Zhou Cheng spread his hands and said he didn't know anything.
Shen Qinghe thought he was in denial, so he took out his cell phone, looked for the post and showed it to him. Before he clicked on it, someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
He turned around in confusion, but bumped into someone. He looked down at Taoji, who had been knocked to the ground, and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, you are too short, I didn't see you."
Shen Qinghe took advantage of the situation and reached out to help the girl. As soon as his hand touched the peach table, he fell and fell out. His long hair fell from his shoulders and covered half of his face. After a while, his eyes turned red.
"If my sister can relieve her anger by doing this, then I will suffer." There was a slight tremor in her voice.
Taoji looked at Shen Qinghe's Oscar-worthy performance with a confused look on her face. She just felt that it was a pity that this woman did not enter the entertainment industry.
A few scattered people were quietly observing what was going on here, and some had already raised their phones to take pictures.
Gu Chenzhou was overwhelmed by this sudden situation. He just ordered a meal and it ended up like this.
Zhou Cheng helped the peach table up in a gentlemanly manner.
Shen Qinghe wiped away the non-existent tears, took the hand Jiang Yao handed over, staggered halfway, then sat back on the ground, deliberately rubbing his ankle red: "My foot seems to be twisted."
Taoji: How can this person be better at acting than me? He still steals my lines.
Hearing this, Jiang Yao squatted down and gently lifted her ankle to inspect it carefully.
Seeing that his attention was not on her, Taoji glared at Shen Qinghe, stamped her feet, and ran away.
Shen Qinghe, who had been paying attention to Taoji's movements, realized that he was holding his ankle, and the warmth was transmitted through his fingertips. He reluctantly pulled back his foot and stood up neatly.
"Let me state in advance that she is the first to try."
"Yeah." Jiang Yao agreed absentmindedly, staring closely at her red ankle.
Zhou Cheng very discerningly took Gu Chenzhou away and sat in a corner to eat and watch a show.
"Don't chase your girlfriend yet!" Shen Qinghe couldn't see Tao Ji's back and pushed Jiang Yao.
Seeing that he still looked confused, she found the post and held it up in front of him: "You still want to hide it from me?"
Jiang Yao glanced briefly, then suddenly smiled, half teasingly: "Jealous?"
Shen Qinghe wanted to pat his face to see how thick-skinned he was and why he so blatantly thought she liked him.
She glanced at his hand and swallowed. This slap hurt so much.
Forget it, order food.
I looked at the group message in the dormitory: "Uh, Kung Pao chicken, ground three delicacies, eggs, tomatoes, soy sauce beef, and 5 minutes of rice, take it away." By the way, I ordered Jiang cuisine, and I definitely didn't mean to please.
"45 in total."
Stopping Jiang Yao who was rushing to pay, Shen Qinghe put his student ID card on the card machine: "You don't have a card, so you can't pay."
While waiting for the meal, Jiang Yao looked casual and said coldly, "I don't know her."
Obsessed with the photos of the handsome freshman sent by her sisters, Shen Qinghe looked at him in confusion.
"There are a lot of random rumors in middle and high schools." He said again without any clue.
This time Shen Qinghe understood clearly. When they went to school together, Jiang Yao encountered many people who messed with CP, and this time was no exception.
Jiang Yao consciously picked up the packed meal, put one hand in his pocket, and followed her slowly. She just walked with her head down, not paying any attention to the telephone pole in front of her.
Helplessly, he held his forehead and walked a few steps quickly. He put his hand on her forehead and pulled her closer: "Miss, look at the road."
Shen Qinghe was surrounded by his breath, like a frightened kitten. She jumped away and frowned at him: "Don't get too close to me."
After wandering around the campus for a long time, I arrived at the agreed-upon secret base, which was an office that was not commonly used.
Knocked on the door.
The door opened in response. Chen Anzhi looked at the person in front of him and was a little surprised: "They look like a married couple!"
Dots of smiles appeared in the young man's eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Wen Jingjing pulled away Chen Anzhi who was blocking the door, let the two people outside the door come in, and took over the food: "That's her brother, Jiang Yao."
Jiang Yao's expression remained unchanged, his eyes lowered, showing no emotion or anger.
"But it really seems like the young couple are going back to their parents' house!" Chen Anzhi closed the door and followed behind, muttering in a low voice.
Gu Xiao, who had been silent for the whole time, knocked Chen Anzhi on the head and set the food together with Wen Jingjing.
Shen Qinghe came back after washing his hands and saw that only the seat next to Jiang Yao was vacant, so he quietly moved the chair farther away from the people beside him.
"Are you two really not related by blood? You look alike!" Chen Anzhi's eyes swept back and forth between the two people's faces.
"Maybe because we grew up together."
"Yeah." Jiang Yao responded, calmly pulling the chair and the person back, picking up a piece of beef and putting it into her bowl.
Wen Jingjing deliberately tried to test: "By the way, in all the years we have known her, I have never heard you call her sister."
Chen Anzhi and Gu Xiao smelled the gossip, and even ate slowly.
Jiang Yao leaned back lazily, resting his arm casually on the back of Shen Qinghe's chair, tilting his head and smiling faintly: "I don't think of her as my sister."
His words made Shen Qinghe feel sad for no reason. When he recalled that he had done nothing, he just asked him to bring tea and water, often asked him to take the blame, and occasionally asked him to cook, but she was not even a sister.
He also recalled that when they first met, Uncle Jiang pointed at himself who had just woken up on the second floor, squatted down and said to Jiang Yao: "That's my sister. I need to get along with my sister easily in the future."
Primary school student Jiang Yao called Sheng "sister" abruptly and ran after her.
At that time, all he could see was his sister who was two years older.
The other three looked at each other when they saw Jiang Yao staring at Shen Qinghe with a gentle expression, as if his eyes were about to pull out.
It seems like I discovered something amazing!
The three of them added vegetables and put them in the lunch box inadvertently: "We are still busy over there, so let's go first."
Before Shen Qinghe could react, they ran away with their meals and closed the door.
Shen Qinghe went out in the morning and was short on time. He didn't comb his hair or bring a rubber band. When he lowered his head, his hair slipped down from his shoulders, making it inconvenient to eat.
He threw his hair back with some annoyance.
Jiang Yao smiled while holding her forehead, and gently held up her long hair with the hand on the chair, asking as if unintentionally: "Can you play games?"
Recalling his mother's previous instruction not to take him to play games, Shen Qinghe blurted out without even thinking: "I can't beat the king."
"I didn't ask about the game."
Shen Qinghe raised his head belatedly and met his long, narrow and cold eyes.
He seemed to have thought of something, and smiled in a humorous manner, which made her scalp tingle.
Shen Qinghe lowered his head and did not dare to look at him, picking up the food with a guilty conscience.
Realizing that his eyes were still on her, she lowered her head and kept picking at her food.
After finishing his lunch in a hurry, he picked up his book and hurriedly said: "I have classes in the afternoon, so I'll leave first."
Jiang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly and watched her leave without saying a word. He pinched the bridge of his nose distractedly, with the fragrance of her hair still lingering on his hands.
Cleaning up the leftovers without any expression.
Glancing over the place where she had been sitting, his eyes suddenly became a little deeper. The right hand on his lap was unconsciously clenched, and his knuckles made a sound.
After sitting for a while, he slowly loosened his clenched hands.