Dear Mr. Shi

Song Ci turned his face away, his black eyes continued to look at the bus stop on the roadside and the place where the taxi stopped, a cool expression slid across his face.

The girl was very hurt, her face darkened, she didn't speak sullenly, her squeamish diamond lips were clearly pursed.

A classmate standing next to them here stretched out his hand to put his hand on Song Ci’s shoulder, and glanced at Song Ci with piercing eyebrows: "Good boy, there really is such a thing, we don’t even know when we had a girl. ?"

Another friend also smiled and inserted a sentence: "Yeah, we won't ask us for a girl, go!"

The girl glared at both of them very hurt: "You believe he is lying. He only knows how to read books every day, like a nerd. How could he go to girls? You believe it too!"

As she spoke, her mouth pursed, with a small expression on her face that I didn't believe it was beaten to death.

Looking up, she, standing on the right side of Song Ci, saw Song Qinghuan coming from the left.

Seeing Song Qinghuan staring at them with a dark face, she thought Song Qinghuan heard what she said just now, and felt that she was strange and disgusted when she was chasing a man. At this moment, she who was in a particularly bad mood immediately yelled fiercely: "What are you looking at?"

Her voice made Song Ci and the other two classmates turn their heads and look over at the same time.

Song Ci laughed as soon as he saw Song Qinghuan, and immediately stepped towards Song Qinghuan: "You are here!"

Song Qinghuan looked at him, his face was not very good: "Why are you outside the hospital? Didn't it mean you were injured?"

Song Ci’s classmate blew a loud whistle, put one hand on Song Ci’s shoulder, and said to Song Ci in a low voice: "I really have a girlfriend!"

Then he smiled and looked at Song Qinghuan: "Hello, I am Song Ci's roommate, Wang Dong!"

The other one also smiled and introduced himself: "Hello, I am also Song Ci's roommate, my name is Zhang Yiyi."

Song Ci turned around, put his arms around Song Qinghuan's shoulders, raised his chin proudly, and said to the pale girl: "Wu Yanxiang, you saw it? Don't pester me anymore."

Wu Yanxiang was about to cry, her beautiful pupils were watery, her long eyelashes blinked and blinked, her pure little face revealed a stubbornness, but her eyes were a little helpless, she didn't know what to do.

Her Aci is really someone else's boyfriend.

Song Qinghuan pushed away Song Ci's hand and questioned: "Song Ci, you think, what's the matter?"

She looked at him firmly, hoping that he would give her a reasonable explanation.

Song Ci also looked at her, but didn't say a word, the expression on his face was a bit weird, as if he was deliberately concealing something.

But Song Qinghuan already knew everything, and everything was fake.