In the blink of an eye, Feng Jin opened his mouth and asked, "I was in such a hurry that I was fine yesterday, why did I suddenly have to leave after one night."
After hesitating for a moment, Bo Qichen just said vaguely: "Nan Yi has some things that he can't do. ” Yan Yanqi stood behind Bo Qichen, his eyebrows raised slightly, and the seventh master was leaving "Seventh Master, when will you come back" Yan Yanqi touched his nose and asked.
Bo Qichen picked up the water cup, took a sip of water, then turned his head slightly to look at the person behind him, and then tried to move back, his voice was faint: "About half a month at the earliest." ” "So long" Suddenly, several other people were not calm Yan Yanqi didn't speak, but he was a little surprised, so long, then it must be a very troublesome and tricky thing The seventh master is gone, for her, there will be advantages and disadvantages.
The seventh master is not there, and there are fewer reasons for her to enter the student union of No. 7 University.
The good thing is that the Seventh Master is much more vigilant than the others, and the Seventh Master is by his side, which is also a little tricky.
"Let's have breakfast."
Glancing at the time, Bo Qichen picked up the knife and fork and ate breakfast elegantly.
Seeing this, the other people were silent and ate their breakfast in silence.
Suddenly, the elevator door on the side opened, and a figure rushed over with roses.
Hearing the voice, the corners of Yan Yanqi's mouth twitched fiercely.
Bo Qichen raised his eyes, and when he saw Dongfang Shiyu running towards someone behind him, he glared at him with a cold eye: "Staying in Mansion No. 7 has to be behaved." ” Suddenly, Dongfang Shiyu braked suddenly, blinked, and said with a serious and cute face: "Seventh Master is early." ” "Good morning, little brothers."
"Morning."
Zuo Xiaoli replied politely, he is not exclusive to oriental poetry.
Rarely, Feng Jin raised his eyes and glanced at Dongfang Shiyu, and also replied: "Morning." ” After that, Ouyang Zuo lowered his head and ate his breakfast without speaking.
Dongfang Bo pulled the place next to him, and then dragged Dongfang Shiyu over, and his voice was deep: "Sit down and eat." ” Dongfang Shiyu pursed his lips, then glanced at the flower in his arms, and said, "Yan Yan Qi, this flower is for you." ” All of a sudden, everyone's eyes focused on Yan Yanqi's body, especially the seventh master's slightly narrowed eyes, and Yan Yanqi's scalp was numb when he saw it.
"Hehe" Yan Yan smiled dryly at a few people, and scolded his mother in his heart, "Dongfang Xiaojie, I'm a big boy who doesn't like roses, you can keep it yourself." ” Dongfang Shiyu was a little dissatisfied: "Then how can it be done, I specially cut them out one by one in the back garden early in the morning for you." ” "Back Garden" Yan Yanqi muttered, glancing at the stunned expressions of several young masters on the table, and knew that when she saw this rose, she had a faint bad premonition Sure enough "This is the Seventh Master's rose."
Zuo Xiaoli swallowed his saliva, leaned back involuntarily, and reminded in a small voice.
Yan Yanqi gasped and suddenly understood.
The Rose of the Seventh Master "This is the seventh master's" Oriental poetry was also stunned all of a sudden.
She just thinks it's good-looking, and that's it It's over.
Dongfang Shiyu's eyes for help looked at Dongfang Bo beside him, blinked his eyes, and asked for support: