He came from the depths of time

Chapter 422
Inexplicably, Bo Qichen's eyes softened, no longer the coldness when he was looking at other people just now.

A smile slowly rose from the corner of his lips, and that gaze was a bit unpredictable.

Yan Yanqi felt that someone was staring at him, and when he raised his head to look over, Bo Qichen beside him was still looking down at the book just now.

Yan Yan curled his lips and sighed secretly: so serious about studying?Bo Qichen should know all the high school courses.Is he in pain somewhere? ? ?

Inexplicably a little weird.

In the first class, Yan Yanqi was worried, and finally the get out of class was over. There was no memory of chasing and fighting in the classroom, but it was very quiet. No need to think about it, Yan Yanqi also knew the reason, and it wasn't the big Buddha Bo Qichen here.

Touching his nose, Yan Yanqi stood up and wanted to go out.Behind their position is a row of cabinets for personal belongings.And Bo Qichen's chair was tightly attached to the cabinet.Nima...can she get out? ! !
Pursing his lips, Yan Yanqi felt helpless, this was the first time Yan Yanqi had a face-to-face communication with Bo Qichen after dressing up as a woman, and the first time he spoke: "That... Qi... Master Qi. Can you let me go? I want to go to the toilet."

Bo Qichen's movements of turning the pages of the book paused, and after a long time, he raised his eyes and looked up at her, his eyes were as pale as water.

Yan Yanqi's heart trembled when she saw her, that gaze seemed to have seen through her.

After looking at each other for about three seconds, Bo Qichen withdrew his gaze, ignored her, and continued to flip through the book.

Word seven: "..."

"You should move." Yan Yanqi took a deep breath and couldn't help but speak out.Is this ignoring her mother?Ah Xi... this feeling is really... tsk tsk tsk, inexplicably uncomfortable! ! !

"Move? Where are you pointing?" Bo Qichen raised his eyes, looked at her again, touched his thin lips up and down, and the meaning of what he said was unclear.

Yan Yanqi was stunned for a moment, but didn't react immediately: "Ang?"

Looking at her meaningfully, Bo Qichen lowered his head, maintaining that ascetic posture.

Yanyan Seven: "..." Nima, have you been molested or what?Why do these words seem to be wrong?

With his hands on his hips, Yan Yanqi took a deep breath, and his bangs on his forehead flicked slightly.She glanced at the classmates at the front desk, and then smiled: "Can you move forward? I push the desk forward, and I go to the bathroom."

"Ah, H..." The classmate in front closed his mouth as soon as he pronounced the word 'good', then hurriedly turned around, turned his back to Yan Yanqi, and read the text with a book.

"Ah~ Xun Xun Xun Mi, deserted, desolate, miserable..."

Word seven: "..."

Looking at English books and reading ancient poems?new operation? ? ?

The classmate in front expressed his grievances. Before he could say anything just now, Bo Qichen raised his eyes, stared at him coldly, and his eyes were full of warnings... Scared to death.

Yan Yanqi scratched his head, a little speechless.Glancing at the window next to her, she pushed it open, about to jump out.

"The future wife of the president, wearing a school skirt and going over the window, isn't afraid of being exposed and throwing Qiao's face?"

As soon as Yan Yanqi raised his feet, there was a magnetic voice behind him, which was very pleasant, natural, and very familiar.

She froze, pursed her lips, then pulled away the chair, ignoring Bo Qichen, and then sat down a little angrily, then took the textbook and looked at it seriously, her eyes seemed to really want to stare a hole in the textbook...

　Cough... Remember, Master Qi... has a dark belly.

　　There is one more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)