Chapter 112

The last class in the afternoon, Chinese self-study class.

Tang Qianmiao was chatting with his friends casually with his cell phone.

【Mirror: (Picture) is here】

The other party sent her an airport picture.

She sent an emoticon.

At this time, someone else sent her a message.

[Feng Xian: I've agreed with your teacher and come out.]

She lazily straightened up and looked at the words on her phone, her eyes getting darker.

Eight minutes later, she stepped out of the school gate slowly.

On a lazy afternoon, a large area of ​​golden light scattered on the trees on both sides of the long street, shining but not dazzling. The pedestrians were walking in a hurry, but they couldn't help but look at them when they passed by the tall figure.

It's almost golden autumn, and there will be an occasional summer craze on this day.

Qianmiao's lips moved, and her throat felt a little dry.

She looked at the milk tea shop next to the school gate, pointed to the other side, and was about to walk over.

The next second, Feng Xian raised his hand slightly and showed the small bag in his hand. The logo of a food store was on it.

When she walked over, the man had already taken out the lemon tea inside, inserted it into the tube, and handed it to her.

Qianmiao didn't take it, and looked at Feng Xian with cold eyes. After two seconds, he said, "Do you... know what you are doing?"

A faint smile appeared in the man's eyes, he raised her hand and put the lemon tea into her palm: "I know very well."

Qianmiao held the cup and felt that the slight coolness suddenly rushed to the bottom of his heart, and it felt very sudden.

Feng Xian loosened his hand and took out the snacks in the bag: "Eat some this to cushion your belly."

"Second brother!"

Suddenly a sharp sound penetrated, Feng Xian frowned.

Feng Chuchu ran out of the school and looked bad.

Not far behind her, Shi Chengan chased after her helplessly and shouted her name.

Feng Chuchu ignored him and rushed to Qianmiao as soon as she came, and got stuck between her and Feng Xian.

She first glanced at Qianmiao and asked Feng Xian: "Why are you here? It was grandpa who asked you to pick her up?"

"Chuchu! Wait for me." Shi Chengan approached.

Feng Chuchu held Feng Xian's arm tightly, turned his eyes to Shi Cheng'an, and said dissatisfiedly: "Second brother, please judge me. This person kept telling me that he would invite Master Yuanxin to his home to celebrate his birthday. I had agreed with his grandfather. Now he told me that people cannot come, how could there be such a distrustful person?"

"Chuchu, listen to me, I don't know that my teacher will suddenly get sick. He also wants to go, but he is very rude to drag his sick body to go there."

"I didn't get sick the day before yesterday, I didn't get sick yesterday, but I just got sick today. How could it be so coincidental? I think that person is not Yuan Xin at all!"

She said angrily.

Shi Chengan was anxious in an instant, "It's true that he is himself. I contacted through the Calligraphy Association, can there be any fakes?"

After he finished speaking, he thought of something and looked at Qianmiao with a gloomy face: "Are you talking nonsense in front of Chuchu?"

Qianmiao's eyes were lazy, and a bit of cold and speechlessness came out, and a faint smile overflowed from her throat, "It's indeed a fool."

Shi Chengan laughed: "What did you say?"

Driven by emotions, his footsteps involuntarily approached Qianmiao half a step.

The next second, a tall figure suddenly came over.

"What do you want to do?"

Feng Xian's expression was light and his low voice was chilling and his spine was chilling.

Shi Chengan took a breath, took a big step back, and lowered his eyes: "I didn't do anything, I just wanted to ask her something."

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Chapter completed!