"I think you didn't want to do it with them, so I was letting me pass." Han Lingsheng's cold gaze gently swept over Song Xiyue's slightly angry face, and the corners of his lips were slightly bent into a small curve.

Han Lingsheng saw her little thoughts, and Song Xiyue had nothing but annoyance. She looked at Han Lingsheng with burning eyes and said nothing.

Under her gaze, Han Lingsheng smiled and said, "I'll just go over."

The smile was as light as air, and could not be seen, but Song Xiyue could feel it.

"Thank you." When Song Xiyue heard that Han Lingsheng was about to do it, she smiled and her angry expression disappeared.

Han Lingsheng looked at her coldly, looking at her face suddenly smiling, and her heart moved slightly, but soon he withdrew his gaze and sat next to An Luoze.

"Xiao Yue'er, I'm really sad that I can't sit with you." Seeing Song Xiyue sitting on another table, An Luoze's eyes drooped and his face looked sad.

"An Luoze, stop making trouble!"

Just as Song Xiyue was about to refute, Mu Weileng's yin avengeous voice came slowly. As soon as she looked up, she met Mu Weileng's cold eyes, with her eyes as deep as the sea, and she could not see what was in his eyes.

Seeing that Song Xiyue was also staring at her, Mu Wei bent her lips invisibly, as if she was not smiling.

nausea!

Song Xiyue cursed inwardly, then turned her head and continued to flip through her cell phone.

And An Luoze did not say more after Mu Wei's cold scolding.

"I'm going, the seats are so full?" Han Zhusheng, who had just arrived for a long time, frowned when he saw the seats, and Zhou cursed unhappily.

"Hey, just beside me." Song Xiyue sighed, took the plate that Han Zhusheng dragged with one hand and placed it in front of her.

"Okay." In desperation, Han Zhusheng sat next to Song Xiyue, handed the chopsticks to her and explained kindly, "This braised pork is delicious in our school, and the fried chicken legs are the same."

"Haha!" Song Xiyue laughed, took a chicken leg and chewed it in her mouth, "I used to eat fried chicken leg often in the United States. Now I have returned to China, and I haven't eaten it for a long time!"

"America?" Han Zhusheng looked at Song Xiyue in surprise and asked, "Did you turn from the United States to study?"

"Yes," Song Xiyue bit the chicken leg and then explained, "I have to go back to China to deal with it."

"Oh?" Han Zhusheng suddenly became interested and asked with a smile.

Mu Weilen and the others heard the conversation between the two people, and looked up at Song Xiyue's back and became a little interested.

"Is there anything wrong at home?" Song Xiyue swallowed the flesh in her mouth before explaining.

"When will you go back like that?" Han Zhusheng raised his chin slightly, and asked casually with a lazy smile on the corner of his lips.

"I don't know, maybe I'll go back next week, maybe next month, maybe I won't have to go back in my life." Song Xiyue said, her face also became a little ugly. Her eyes drooped slightly, and she thought to herself. If she can't find her brother in her life, wouldn't she really have to die alone in China?

No, no, she doesn't want it!!!

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Chapter completed!