MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 839 Sports students vs dance students 71

  Chapter 839 Sports students vs dance students 71

  Pei Xuyan snorted, the syllables were short, like laughing, but not like, shaking the metal color Gu in his hand, the dice inside collided with each other and made a crisp sound.

  Hands are so beautiful, even the protruding bones of the wrist bones are beautiful, the movements are fast and powerful, attracting people's attention, accompanied by the moment when the coloring Gu was buckled on the coffee table, plainly said.

   "No fun."

Qi An lost his voice, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, because of his attitude, he really wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, his body fell too badly in the snow before, and the unhealed wound was aching .

  She squeezed her palm slightly and looked at his face.

  He hasn't changed much. No matter where he is, even in such a chaotic and corrupt place, he still has a sense of surprise that can penetrate the night and catch people's hearts.

   Good skin and good bones, when God kissed him, Xu learned what is called preference.

  Just now he couldn’t see clearly, but now that he’s getting closer, he can see everything at a glance. Under the slightly blurred and low light, he is dressed in black, his clothes can’t see other colors, his collarbone is faintly visible, and his Adam’s apple is protruding.

  Drinking a lot of wine, the smell of tobacco on her body, looking at her eyes, three parts drunk and three parts sleepy, three parts love and three parts cold, as if she just woke up from a dream.

   Qi'an's eyes fell on his face, the light painted indifferent shadows, the contour lines were sharp and smooth, the bridge of the nose was high, injured, and extremely grumpy, she was a little dazed, not knowing what she was thinking.

  Pei Xuyan waited for four seconds, and his patience was only four seconds. Seeing that she still didn't speak, he said indifferently: "Leave without speaking."

   Qi'an blinked, and said in a very soft voice: "The wound on your face, does it hurt?"

   That day, she saw it on a picture in her circle of friends. She didn't know how he got hurt. Anyway, she was not very good at taking care of herself.

  Pei Xuyan frowned, watching her carefully hand over a band-aid.

  Hand stretched out towards him, the nails were neatly trimmed, and the phalanxes were slender and cold. Looking back, she stood here with a unique tranquility in her bones.

  He didn't answer.

   "It's just a small injury."

  Qi An's hand was still stretched out in the air, slightly stiff, and whispered, "Small injuries are also injuries."

   She called him these days, but he didn't answer. She sent a wechat message, but he didn't reply. She treated him completely coldly. She couldn't get in touch with him, so she could only come here to find Pei Xuyan through her friends.

   "I didn't miss you on purpose that day, because Shao Tingbin fainted in an accident, and I want to send him to the hospital..."

  When he mentioned what happened that night, he paused, his tone was too light and harsh.

   "I have to give it to you? Do you know how to find someone else or call 120?"

   She has to stand in front of Shao Tingbin first when she has something to do, worrying about Shao Tingbin's mood in everything she does, even sending someone to the hospital can forget him.

   To be honest, it's really boring.

  The originally lively box was silent now, and he didn't dare to breathe, for fear of offending Pei Xuyan and getting a bad nose. After all, they couldn't afford to offend this person's temper.

   Qi'an tried his best to say: "It was too serious at the time, I was worried that something would happen to him alone! After sending him to the hospital, I immediately went back to school to look for you, but you were no longer here at that time, I waited for a long time—"

   She was explaining.

  But when Pei Xuyan heard Shao Tingbin's sentence after sentence, he felt an incomparable nausea.

   "Don't talk about it." He has a habit of pulling on a silver lighter to light a cigarette. The faint blue flame is reflected on his tall nose, and his interest fades away. "I don't want to hear about it again."

The lighter in his hand was suddenly taken away, and the woman next to him walked over with all sorts of flair, sitting next to Pei Xuyan, her slender fingers clicked the lighter, raised her eyebrows with a click, smiled at him charmingly, lit a cigarette for him, and lowered her voice some.

   "To save face?"

  Pei Xuyan instinctively refused, paused, then lowered his head indifferently, with a cigarette in his mouth, the moment he touched the flame of the lighter, he made a slight sound.

  Smoke was lingering, Qi An was so choked that he almost shed tears, and his chest was also very stuffy.

   He knew she couldn't smoke.

   Qi An knew that woman, how could she not recognize her, after all, she had seen countless times in photos behind her back.

  She stood here, her fingers hanging stiffly by her side, pinching the Band-Aid helplessly, no one paid any attention to it, suddenly she didn't know what she came here for, she explained it, but it seemed that there was no need for it.

   "Sister, this is not the place for you, it's not suitable, go home." The woman smiled triumphantly, with provocation in her eyes.

   Qi'an didn't look at her, but stared at Pei Xuyan. His chest was bound by something, and he clamored again. He didn't know where the courage came from, and every word was clear.

   "Pei Xuyan." She said, "I like you!"

  Too straightforward, too simple.

   After finishing speaking, his throat was too dry.

"And you?"

He smoked the most expensive cigarette, held the cigarette between his fingers and brought it to his mouth, inhaled heavily into his body, and then exhaled lightly, passing through his lungs, it was like walking through his heart, white mist rose around his fingers, it was him The strong hormones on her body made her lustful and seductive. Looking at her, there seemed to be an imperceptible pause.

"do you like me?"

   Qi'an just wanted an answer, and every minute and every second of the delay was suffering, squeezing her heartbeat.

  Under the light and shadow of feasting and feasting, her face was illuminated plain white, her brows and eyes were fragile, her eyelashes were long and slender, and the wings under her eyes were as pure as white paper.

  Pei Xuyan's thin lips parted slightly, as if about to speak.

  The phone rang unexpectedly.

   Break the original atmosphere.

   Qi'an took out the phone in a hurry, saw the note on it, froze slightly, under Pei Xuyan's clear eyes, fell silent for two seconds, and hung up the phone.

  Shao Tingbin called again.

  She hung up again, her palms sweating.

  Through the smoke, his eyes were too clear-headed, and suddenly faded back after something happened.

   "Yes, why not?"

  It's not a big deal to keep hanging up like this, so Qi An had no choice but to call on the phone. In order to prove that there was nothing between him and Shao Tingbin, he deliberately turned on the speakerphone, but the voice that rang was not Shao Tingbin, but Shao Xianglu.

  The voice panicked, with a crying tone.

   "An'an, Ting Bin had an accident! He actually hurt himself without telling me. He is in a very bad state of mind now. The doctor said that he might have suicidal tendencies at any time, and asked important people around him to accompany him more..."

   Qi An's pupils constricted suddenly, and his brain went blank: "Self-harm?"

  Shao Xianglu was crying all the time, and the crying person was upset.

  Pei Xuyan suddenly laughed.

  Over there, Shao Xianglu suddenly stopped: "An An, are you with Pei Xuyan?"

"Yes."

   "Auntie please, he cares about you the most, come and save my son, what should I do if he is going to die!"

   "Who are you calling?" A hoarse and gloomy voice sounded over there.

   "You are like this, I am so worried that you know it!" Shao Xianglu's voice was high.

   What follows is a sharp quarrel, which is suffocating.

   "An An, Auntie, I beg you to see how we have been together for so many years, come here quickly!" Shao Xianglu hung up the phone in a hurry.

  The private room was too quiet, so the voice on the phone could be heard clearly.

  (end of this chapter)