Xiaojiao, the god of learning, is really hard to follow

Chapter 285 One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer

Yan Mumu: "..."

Being speechless, it started again.

It's good now, Xie Zhi is not here, her tone of attack is much more obvious.

Gu Wei spoke up for Yan Mumu very forcefully: "Hey! Brother Zhi bought the private room to avoid the smell of cigarettes for Sister Mu, and it happens to be Yuqi's birthday today, why don't you go buy a private room and take him there for his birthday. "

"Gu Wei, don't talk about it." Xie Yuqi could see that everyone was targeting Zhou Hui, and she knew about it in her heart, but she still couldn't see Zhou Hui being treated like this, so she couldn't help but speak up for her.

"Yuqi, you..." Su Qi couldn't stand it anymore, and just about to open his mouth, Yan Mumu smoothed things over. It was Xie Yuqi's birthday after all, and he didn't want to make the scene too ugly: "I'm fine, you guys smoke. I'm not that delicate, it's my birthday, come here as you please."

"Yeah, Yuqi, your birthday is today. You are a big birthday star." Zhou Hui lit a cigarette for Xie Yuqi and handed it to his mouth.

Xie Yuqi's gaze shifted from the computer to her familiar yet unfamiliar face, and she stared for a few seconds. Zhou Hui's eyes were so indifferent and loose that Zhou Hui had never seen before, mixed with many eyes that she couldn't understand. Zhou Hui's heart was empty for no reason. At that time, he slowly opened his mouth, passed the cigarette and looked back to the computer, Zhou Hui was relieved.

That's right, he should be obedient to her, and he should only have admiring and longing eyes.

About 10 minute passed.

Xie Zhi hasn't come back yet.

Yan Mumu looked at his mobile phone more and more frequently.

Holding his sleeve in front of his nose with one hand, he picked up the phone with the other to switch to the chat page with Xie Zhi, and typed a few words in the chat box.
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Haven't come back yet?
Stopped on the page for a few seconds, deleted words, turned off the screen, fingerlessly controlled the mouse to click randomly on the computer page, and couldn't find anything interesting at all.

"Yeah, Yuqi, you're out of cigarettes."

As soon as Zhou Hui's voice sounded, Yan Mumu's head started to hurt again.

What are you going to do again?
Why is this woman doing so much?
If it wasn't for the consideration that today is Xie Yuqi's birthday and she is Xie Yuqi's favorite girl, Yan Mumu would have left long ago.

It's just a crime here.

It wasn't enough for Zhou Hui to let Xie Yuqi smoke alone, since she knew that Yan Mumu didn't like the smell of cigarettes, she began to spread cigarettes around, not only lit cigarettes for Xie Yuqi one by one, but also gave one to each of the boys present.

The air conditioner was turned on in the private room, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and there was no way to let out the air. Yan Mumu was wearing Xie Zhi's coat, and the loose sleeves were longer than her hands, and she kept covering them with that part breath.

It is no exaggeration to say that Yan Mumu's eyes are now a little uncomfortable from the smell of smoke.

"No more." Xie Yuqi smoked a few more cigarettes, her voice hoarse.

"Come on, you're happy." Zhou Hui got up, "Mumu, you're fine, or you can help buy a pack of cigarettes for each of them."

"Huihui!" Xie Yuqi frowned, which was rare, and called out to her in a low voice.

Zhou Hui's eyes turned red in an instant, "Yuqi...I just want to make you happy...I want to stay here with you, if you don't want to see me, I'll go out and buy cigarettes, and I'll leave after buying cigarettes for you .”

Xie Yuqi looked at her for a few seconds, hesitated to speak, and finally handed a piece of paper to her, and said in a gentle voice, "I didn't mean that, I'm glad you came."

Looking at this scene, Yan Mumu felt really worthless for Xie Yuqi. Before Zhou Hui came, she always thought that Xie Yuqi was really nice, especially the pair of dimples, who looked very friendly feel.

But at this moment... an indescribable sense of complexity...

Feeling sympathetic and pitiful, but also feeling... self-inflicted deserves...

Maybe it's a willingness to fight and a willingness to suffer.

(End of this chapter)