"Seventh Master Dongfang Xiaojie may not mean it, right" hesitated for a moment, seeing that the atmosphere was so embarrassing, Yan Yanqi stood up and said a word.
Yan Yanqi coughed lightly, lowered his head silently, and tried his best to reduce his sense of existence.
But Dongfang Shiyu didn't care so much, when she heard Yan Yanqi speak for herself, her eyes lit up, and then she hurriedly nodded in agreement and said: "Yes, yes, I don't know that this is the seventh master, I just think this flower is very beautiful, and it matches Yan Yanqi very well, I think Yan Yanqi must like it very much, I just want to give it to her." ” Yan 7: "It has nothing to do with me Hearing her words, Dongfang Bo frowned, and subconsciously looked at Yan Qi, who was hanging his head as a transparent person, and his eyes sank.
After a long period of dullness, Bo Qichen took the lead in opening his mouth.
Listening to the slightly rising sound at the end, Yan Yanqi suddenly felt that he was finished Listen, a few simple words, but the danger that spreads in the tone is self-evident.
"yes."
Dongfang Shiyu nodded disapprovingly, and the whole person looked like a stupid white sweet Yanqi complained fiercely in his heart.
"Yan Yan Qi is very popular."
Bo Qichen supported his chin with one hand, and then looked at Yan Yanqi on the side with sideways eyes.
"Eh" Hearing that Bo Qichen suddenly changed his title, Yan Yanqi knew that there was nothing good.
"Seventh Master, I just saw Dongfang Xiaojie in school that day, so when you see me here, Dongfang Xiaojie is a little happy."
After a pause, she glanced at the time and reminded: "It's not early, the seventh master doesn't need breakfast anymore, and the coffee will be cold." ” Bo Qichen's gaze swept over her body, and then he picked up the knife and fork again, and ate breakfast elegantly.
The other people glanced at each other, and then they all ate breakfast silently, the seventh master is like this, which means that he doesn't care about the episode of roses, how is it possible It's normal that Yan Yan Qi and Oriental Poetry don't understand the Seventh Master, but it doesn't mean that a few people don't understand.
The seventh master has no favorite things, the only thing he likes is the roses in the back garden, and every bouquet of flowers is carefully taken care of by the seventh master himself.
No one has touched it, not to mention that the oriental poetry has been cut out and given away.
"This flower is indeed suitable for words."
Coldly, Bo Qichen opened his mouth and said.
Hearing this, Yan Yanqi's body shook instantly, and he had a bad premonition Suddenly, several other people at the table glanced at each other and silently communicated with each other.
Ouyang Zuo: The seventh master is angry, I bet that the seventh master still hasn't said the second half of the sentence.
Zuo Xiaoli: The poetry is miserable now.
Dongfang Bo: They all deserve it.
Feng Jin: What do they have to do with Yan Yanqi?
Dongfang Bo: If it doesn't matter, why does the Seventh Master only hold on to his words, why don't you say a good word about my family's poetry Sealing Brocade: Ouyang Zuo: Correct solution.
Zuo Xiaoli: Terrible.
Bo Qichen raised his eyes, his gaze fell on the red rose in Dongfang Shiyu's arms, and then said lightly: "Xiao Qi, since the flower is for you, accept it." ” "Ahh