Quickly wear her as a sickly white lotus

Chapter 51 The Second Campus White Lotus 3
Qin Shao didn't have the patience.

The curly guys were clearly watching the show, and Ning Zhe touched his nose.

Come on, it's up to him to do it.

"Did you put the milk on Young Master Qin's table?"

The thin girl nodded.

Bai Fu only drank that brand of milk when she returned to Bai's house. Because she liked it, she also gave it to Qin Mohan.

The girl hesitated.

I also thought it was wrong.

The other party didn't like it.

"Doesn't Qin Mohan like drinking milk?" The well-behaved voice was muffled.

Ning Zhe almost swears.

When did Young Master Qin like to drink milk?

Bai Fu understood the other party's silence, she lowered her head.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't ask clearly in advance."

I sincerely apologize.

Cute like a primary school student.

"Like Young Master Qin?"

Bai Fu was stunned for a while, thinking of the face that appeared in the haze that day when the darkness dissipated, she nodded.

"like."

The girl is very dark, but her eyes are as bright as stars. When she looks at a person seriously, it seems that the whole world is full of light.

Ning Zhe felt inexplicably guilty.

Don't you just like Young Master Qin?

Who hasn't seen a scumbag when he was blind.

It's just that they haven't waited for Ning Zhe to say some words of advice.

A sneer came from behind.

This road is remote, quiet and empty.

So the boy's footsteps were clear.

The 1.8-meter tall man completely overlooked the thin and petite girl.

The boy's sneer fell, and he sneered in a low hoarse voice.

Peach Blossom Eyes are stained with some inexplicable emotions, making people unpredictable, but it is easy to get caught up in them.

He didn't hold back his flamboyant aura, and the tear moles at the end of his eyes were stained a thin crimson color because of his restlessness.

"What do you like about me, huh?"

Slowly rising intonation.

There was no concealment of disdain and contempt.

He didn't need to restrain himself, and told her nakedly that he was impatient.

The girl froze.

Then he raised his eyes.

His face was imprinted in the eyes, full of hope and joy, clean and pure liking.

And what Qin Mohan hated the most this year was this kind of gaze.

"Hi... I like it, I..."

"Looks like he's still stuttering." The young man sneered mercilessly.

The girl shook her head helplessly, and quickly explained, "I'm not, I don't, I just like you."

Qin Mohan has heard too many people say that he likes him, there are countless such confessions, and now he has no patience.

He stretched out his hand, raised the girl's chin, his eyes were stained with disgust, and his tone was mocking, "Are you worthy?"

He didn't seem to know how malicious this sentence was, maybe it was intentional, and the moment he saw the girl's pale face, a smile rose from the corner of his lips.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

He hated her hypocritical pure white.

Especially those eyes.

He pretended to be innocent with a purpose.

receive anything?
The girl shook her head.

She was still immersed in what the boy said just now.

Her voice was soft and choked.

"I just want you to be happy."

"Happy." Qin Mohan squinted his eyes, the headache that started in the morning is now more obvious, and the remaining patience in him is gone.

The boy's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and when he stared at him, it seemed to be filled with infinite affection.

His fingertips landed on the girl's lower lip, and gradually slipped down, jaw, collarbone, the girl trembled stiffly, and then heard a low hoarse voice with a bit of ridicule.

"How do you want to make me happy?"

"This face? Or..."

"It's a pity, seeing this face makes people eat so much."

Qin Mohan put away his smile and became cold in an instant.

He looked down at the girl in front of him.

"Go away, don't appear in front of me in the future."

(End of this chapter)