MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 851 Sports students vs dance students 83
Chapter 851 Sports Students vs Dance Students 83
This question is easy to say, and the opposite **** is not even required, and you can fool it with any name.
Pei Xuyan was silent for a while. No one knew what he was thinking. He leaned back and stared at the person directly opposite him.
His eyes are too aggressive. At the moment, they are stained with three-point drunkenness, thick and turbulent, like overflowing love but also unlucky. They are both enthusiastic and alienated.
Qi An seemed to have fallen into the net he wove, her heart tightened suddenly, with an indescribable premonition, her knuckles holding the teacup were hard, she hurriedly wanted to get up, and the other party Yingying said in a low voice, "I'll go—"
The words are not finished.
Hear his voice hoarse, low-pitched, speak a name calmly and forcefully.
"Qi'an."
Clearly, smashed in the boiling water.
It felt like a stone was suddenly thrown in my heart, breaking the silent river.
All the booing is gone.
looked at the two of them in amazement.
Pei Xuyan never looked away from her. After drinking the whole glass of wine, he calmly interrupted the question that was about to explode: "Who is next?"
The game is still going on, but the atmosphere is completely different from before, spreading unspeakable subtleties.
Pei Xuyan's two words just now directly blurred the relationship between the two people.
Everyone guessed.
Guan Yuenan lowered her head and didn't speak any more. Looking at the wine glass in front of her, a tear fell into it. It was crystal clear, her make-up was smeared, and her fingertips trembled.
"Okay, Qi An, you took Pei Xuyan down?! Awesome!" Someone excitedly spoke to Qi An, his eyes glowing.
"I do not have…"
"No, no, would he say your name!"
"I'm not…"
"How did you do it? That's Pei Xuyan!"
Qi'an couldn't argue with a hundred words, exhausted physically and mentally.
He dragged her into the whirlpool with a casual word.
The initiative is always in his hands.
But she never understood him.
Mu Hongyang next to him smiled faintly, wondering what he was thinking.
Qi'an couldn't take it anymore, so he found an excuse to go to the bathroom and stayed outside for a while.
"School girl."
Someone came up behind him.
Qi'an turned around and said hello: "Mu Hongyang."
"Aren't you used to being bored inside?" Mu Hongyang stopped in front of her. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with beautiful brows and eyes. Although it's not appropriate to describe a boy as beautiful, he does give people a real impression. In this way, that kind of amiable temperament that makes people let go of their guard.
"It's okay." Qi An didn't really want to talk, so he answered a few words softly.
Mu Hongyang came closer again, staring at her with light eyes: "Do you still like Pei Xuyan?"
Qi'an frowned, feeling that her privacy was offended: "No comment."
"Just talk about it." Mu Hongyang bent his eyes, his tone was low and serious, "It's the first time I fell in love with a girl. When you first came, I only had eyes for you. Let's make friends first, okay?" ?”
"Feel sorry."
Questions like whether she likes Pei Xuyan or not, Qi An can't give an answer to outsiders, but at least she doesn't have any intentions to develop a new relationship right now.
The ignorant heartbeat was given to the first person, and everyone who saw it later was a little bit worse.
Qi'an turned and left, walked towards the bathroom, walked through the long corridor, her silver stiletto high-heeled shoes stepped on the cold marble floor, making a rattling sound, and there was an indiscernible pause in her footsteps.
At the end of the corridor, the window was open, and it was a dark night outside. The cold wind rolled the vast white snow and slammed on the man. He was tall, and the black windbreaker he was blowing flapped.
He stood smoking a cigarette at the air outlet, facing her sideways, with a kind of indifference and depression, but it was the desire in his bones, and even the slender fingers holding the cigarette were seductive.
Qi An didn't want to be discovered by him, so he hurried into the bathroom.
Over there, Guan Yuenan was holding the hem of her skirt, swaying gracefully, walking closer and closer to Pei Xuyan.
"A Yan, I'll show you the newly purchased sports car when I get home. You haven't seen it yet." Guan Yuenan sorted out her emotions just now, knowing Pei Xuyan's interest, and said as if nothing had happened.
"Need not."
"Then, would you like to unwrap presents with me? They all sent a lot of things. I haven't read them yet. What did you give?"
"I don't know, my mother picked it for you."
Guan Yuenan paused, disappointed, clenched her hands tightly, and did not give up: "Do you know what birthday wish I made?"
Qi'an stayed in the bathroom, deliberately dawdling for a few more minutes, it was too embarrassing to go out at this time, who knew they still didn't leave.
She clearly heard Pei Xuyan say: "What you promise has nothing to do with me."
When he really rejects someone, he is ruthless to the point of chilling.
Qi'an has also experienced this feeling before, and she doesn't think Guan Yuenan is funny, maybe one day, it will be her turn.
Thinking of this, Qi An's heartbeat slowed down, and he hadn't heard a sound for a long time, thinking that he should go, stood in front of the sink and washed his hands in a daze, and said after listening abruptly.
"Is the skin broken after hand washing?"
Qi An's heartbeat exploded, startled, he raised his head amidst the sound of splashing water, and saw the person leaning against the door through the transparent glass mirror in front of him.
He was leaning against the door frame outside, vicious and fierce, he was looking at her casually, the smoke was lingering, his eyebrows and eyes were mixed with a little bit of drunkenness.
Through the glass mirror, the eyes meet.
"I want you to take care of it!" Qi An said forcefully, and continued to wash his hands, the cold water slipped down the back of his hands, his skin was rubbed until it turned red, and he couldn't help but look in the mirror again.
He's still standing there, like he's smiling.
"This is the women's bathroom." She forced herself to find a word to drive this person away.
"Yes." Pei Xuyan responded calmly.
Qi'an was speechless, gritted his teeth and washed his hands.
"Brother, there is something wrong with my mobile phone, can you take a look for me?" A bold girl came over and said to Pei Xuyan, "It seems that the problem happened without your WeChat."
"Waiting for someone." His voice was low.
Even though girls know that they are probably waiting for their girlfriends to touch up makeup in the bathroom, they still can't help but want to try it, and they end up disappointed.
Who is he waiting for? Can't wait for her?
Qi'an thought, he didn't want to be affectionate, and he couldn't wash his hands anymore. If he continued to wash his hands, he would wash his whole life clean, so he simply went out, passed him by, and his footsteps were windy.
Yeah, fine, that's it—
Didn't notice the person running in front, and was hit on the shoulder unexpectedly. He was walking fast, but with high heels, it was difficult to balance.
When Qi An fell down, he was thinking, what is the point of drinking cold water today and not clogging his teeth.
The wrist was caught off guard, fitting against the rough palm that only belonged to men, pulling her up calmly and forcefully, with a hint of warmth.
"Run what?"
The voice falling in the ear is low and hoarse.
Qi'an could even smell the breath on his body, the faint mint fragrance mixed with the lazy drunkenness, lingering around the nose, making people feel a little hard to breathe, and the bitterness is also bewitching.
he's drunk.
(end of this chapter)
