But Dongfang Shiyu didn't think so much, raised her head, she looked at Yan Yanqi, blinked suspiciously, and then carefully stretched out a finger and poked her cheek, "Xiao Qi, why is your skin so good?"
"Born beautiful.
Dongfang Shiyu withdrew his hand, pursed his lips, and said, "The skin is even better than mine." ” Yan Yanqi rolled his eyes in his heart, but he still said with a smile on his face: "Dongfang Xiaojie, it's not good if you can get up first and be so unreserved."
"After all, there are so many people watching here "Oooh."
Dongfang Shiyu hurriedly let go of her, and then stood up straight.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, Dongfang Shiyu frowned, and asked cautiously: "Xiao Qi, is what you just said true?"
If it is true, then she is very upset.
Yan Yanqi straightened his cuffs and asked casually: "Which sentence?"
There are so many things she says, and few of them are true.
Dongfang Shiyu pursed her lips and whispered: "You said you liked me a long time ago, really" If Yan Yanqi really likes her for a long time, then she will be guilty.
She didn't want to lie to her Hearing this, Yan Yanqi's fingertips paused slightly, frowned helplessly, and then she raised her head to look at her, and hesitated: "Really" Dongfang Shiyu didn't wait for her to finish, and interrupted directly: "Okay, I know, see you in the evening." ” Word 7: "" Raising his eyes, Yan Yanqi watched a certain woman run towards the teaching building with a little blankness, and soon there was no trace.
Opening her mouth, she slowly spoke: "True and false" The corners of her mouth twitched, she shook her head helplessly, there were so many people around, her sentence "see you at night" made people think so much Coughing lightly, Yan Yanqi nodded politely to the people around him, and then took the folder and looked at it as if nothing had happened just now, with a serious look on his face.
Almost instantly, the name Yan Yan Qi exploded again in Mansion Seven.
There are a lot of photos on the ÁN, Oriental Poetry Wall Dong Yan Qi, shaking Yan Yanqi's arm coquettishly, and Yan Yan Qi touching the head of Oriental Poetry with a doting face Suddenly, there is a picture and the truth, and it is difficult for the people who eat melons not to believe it.
Yan Yanqi sat in the classroom, obediently attending class, deaf to the chatter around him.
For a whole afternoon, Yan Yanqi was whispered about her everywhere she went.
However, Yan Yanqi didn't care about it, and he couldn't hear anything.
At night, Mansion Seven is brightly lit.
At dinner time, a few people sat in the restaurant, and no one said a word, but Ouyang Zuo would look up at Yan Yanqi, who was busy on the side.
Regarding Ouyang Zuo's somewhat complicated gaze, Yan Yanqi chose to ignore them all.
After dinner, several people sat in the living room, Yan Yanqi came out of the back kitchen, and then glanced around, and walked towards Bo Qichen's position very consciously, and then planned to stand behind Bo Qichen.
"I have something to ask you."
Suddenly, the cold four words sounded, which made Yan Yanqi's footsteps pause, and he followed the voice in surprise.
As soon as you raise your eyes, you will be greeted by a pair of deep, unwavering eyes.
Yan Yanqi pursed her lips, probably guessing what the seventh master was going to say, and then, she took a few steps back and stood opposite
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