"Hmm," Yan Qi knew.
If she catches her, Dongfang Shiyu will be with Ouyang Zuo as she wishes, but she will not be happy, because the person she loves doesn't love her at all.
If you can't catch up with her, Dongfang Shiyu will regret marrying Ouyang Zuo, and after Dongfang Shiyu graduates from high school, she will be married abroad, and she won't be happy after that, and it's so far away from the imperial capital, it's hard to come back.
Dongfang Bo should be very reluctant.
Dongfang Bo raised his eyes to look at Yan Yanqi, and then spoke without hesitation: "Let her catch up with you, and then let her get engaged to Ouyang Zuo." ” "But Young Master Ouyang doesn't like her.
Will the poem xiaojie be unhappy" hesitated, Yan Yanqi felt that he still had to say it.
"It's better than marrying into another country, if you marry into the royal family, she will never be able to return to the imperial capital one step away from me, she is bullied, and no one will care.
So it's better to let her marry Ouyang Zuo, at least Ouyang Zuo doesn't like her no matter how much he doesn't like her, he won't bully her.
At least I'm very close to her, and if I have any grievances, I can give her a shoulder to lean on as soon as possible. ” Yan Yanqi blinked in a daze, pursed his lips, and said that it was fake not to be moved, Dongfang Bo is really a good brother.
At the same time, it is also a little surprising that if you marry the royal family, there will be so many rules, and you can't go home if you get married.
How is this possible, for Dongfang Bo, who is controlled by his sister, it should be torture.
Yan Yanqi nodded: "Okay, I know what to do."
It's just that we have to wait for the school sports day to end.
"It shouldn't be bad these days.
Dongfang Bo picked out his glasses and spoke: "They gambled for a month, and now there is still a week and a half."
Shiyu saw that you were unmoved, and she was already a little worried. ” Yan Yanqi drank the water, and then nodded in understanding.
The next morning, Yan Yan woke up at seven or four o'clock, and then took a towel, put on a headband, and went downstairs.
After doing a warm-up, she began to run in circles around the mansion.
Mansion No. 7 is very large, I didn't look at it carefully at night, but during the day, it was much clearer, although the sky was still a little dark, but the sun had gradually risen.
Yan Yanqi put a towel around his neck, wearing cropped pants and a T-shirt, and the gray-white headband blended with his grandmother's gray hair.
The morning air is the freshest time, and the surroundings are also the quietest time.
After running the lap, Yan Yanqi walked back, and then passed by the Seventh Master's rose garden.
Looking at the red roses in the fence, Yan Yanqi put his hands on his waist, gasped slightly, and smiled.
The previous roses that were cut off by Oriental poetry were also fed by her Yes, yes, the current red roses have all gathered their petals and have not yet bloomed, and they are particularly good-looking.
It was stained with dew.
Yan Yanqi took a towel to wipe the sweat on his forehead and the tip of his nose, feeling a little hot.
Squatting down, she raised her hand to turn on the faucet, and then picked up the water there and washed her face.
The cold water slapped on his face, and Yan Yanqi's body trembled slightly, but it was very refreshing When Bo Qichen opened the curtain, he looked down from the floor-to-ceiling window, and what caught his eye was the dazzling red rose and the young man squatting next to the rose: