School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 503 I Don't Like Eating Cakes

Most Qiyue clenched her fists secretly, staring blankly at Nangong Han, her haughty face was engraved with bright red lips, reminding her that it was the mark engraved by Shu Yacheng.

"Uh."

In a panic, A Biao brushed her arm, and took a step back in the last step, almost knocking over the hat, but fortunately she held it down.

"Feel sorry."

Ah Biao lowered his head slightly, apologized in a deep voice, and then quickly walked out of the room.

Most Qiyue was in a daze, and couldn't help touching her pockets. Fortunately, the photo was still there, so she let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Yo, here comes the singer."

At this time, a strange boy approached Most Qiyue with a smile on his face, lowered his head to see what she looked like, and most Qiyue lowered his head in a panic, and backed away slightly.

"It's really boring." The boy said sullenly, and wanted to see what she looked like. It seemed that she didn't like being close to people.

"Sing your song." The boy said to her and returned to his seat.

In July, I adjusted the microphone and held the guitar in my hand.

[The bell rang as a signal to go home. In his life, it seemed a bit embarrassing. The meaning of black skin to him was a lifetime of dedication...in the struggle of skin color...]

Most Qiyue played the guitar proficiently, sang earnestly and focusedly, and tried her best not to pay attention to Nangong Han.

"Today is someone's birthday, why are you singing such a song that doesn't suit your mood?"

Shu Yacheng became depressed and complained softly.

"Change a song, don't you know how to watch the scene? Can you sing a more enjoyable song!" One of the boys stood up and scolded Qi Yue with a serious face.

In July, he hurriedly stopped playing and singing.

After a while, the melodious and happy singing echoed in the air...

【I want to take you to romantic Turkey, and then go to Tokyo and Paris together. In fact, I really like Miami and Los Angeles with black people...】

The sweet and happy melody spread in the air, as if there was a sweet taste in the air, taking a light breath, it was sweet to the bone.

The room is very quiet, very quiet, so quiet that only the singing of July is echoing.

When she sang, everyone was fascinated, as if they were in the nature in the song.

[Surprised by long hair and short knowledge, rich expression is fascinating, everything about you is like a secret, fasten your seat belt and take you on a journey through wind and rain...]

"Tsk tsk..."

Gu gently dragged her chin, looking at Qiyue with intoxication on her face, suddenly, she found that Qiyue is not a useless idiot, at least, she can sing, how beautiful it is.Even if you come out to society in the future and don't have the ability to make money, you can still work as a resident singer in a bar.

"Drink and drink."

At this time, an unknown voice sounded, and everyone started drinking, and no one noticed that Da Qiyue was singing.

Most Qiyue let out a heavy sigh of relief, the feeling of all the attention is really uncomfortable, I hate being a dazzling figure the most.

When the wine was almost drunk, the cake was pushed forward.

The most acquainted in July plays and sings a birthday song.

【Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...】

Accompanied by the sound of birthday wishes, Shu Yacheng smiled brightly, closed her eyes, silently made a wish on the cake, and then blew out the candles on the cake.

Watching them cut the cake and eat it one after another, Gu Qingqing winked at Qi Yue triumphantly.

After taking a few mouthfuls, Shu Yacheng looked at Nangong Han suspiciously, the cake in front of him remained motionless, "Han, don't you want to eat cake?"

Nangong Han took a big gulp of the wine and said in a low voice, "I don't like cakes, you can eat them."

(End of this chapter)