Became a babysitter after wearing a book

Chapter 121

Su Ting was amused by his serious appearance.

Lu Yihao didn't care about her sneer, and looked at Qin Wu with deep black eyes, with a hint of probing.

Qin Wu didn't turn around, so Lu Yihao couldn't see her face, and didn't dare to judge that it was Qin Wu.

Judging by his figure, it should be Qin Wu, but... there are many similar figures.

Lu Yihao pondered for a while, then handed the candy bag to Su Ting, "Here, do you want some candy?"

Su Ting took it with a smile, took out two candies, and gave them to Lu Yihao.

Lu Yihao took the sugar bag and stared at Qin Wu intently.

She was going to find out if she was Qin Wu.

Unaware of Lu Yihao's intentions, Su Ting handed Qin Wu a candy and took her to another place.

Lu Yihao, who was about to watch the girl turn around, gripped the sugar bag tightly.

He hated Su Ting to the extreme.

Why don't you follow common sense and say thank you to him first!

He stood there for a few minutes, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, and said, "Student, your shoelaces are untied!"

Hearing this, Qin Wu subconsciously looked at his shoes.

Three black lines slid down the forehead.

She has no shoelaces, this shoelace is an ornament.

The kind that doesn't need to be tied.

Looking back at Lu Yihao, he explained seriously, "You are mistaken, this is an ornament, not a shoelace."

Lu Yihao pondered for a while, staring blankly at Qin Wu and explaining.

Unexpectedly...it was really Qin Wu.

Not the same name.

After Qin Wu explained, seeing that he didn't respond, a trace of doubt flickered in his eyes.

Tentatively asked: "Lu Yihao?"

Lu Yihao withdrew his thoughts and pondered: "Yes."

Su Ting crossed her arms and looked at the two with interest.

Wary of threats, he said to Lu Yihao: "Qin Wu is mine! Don't even think about robbing me!"

After finishing speaking, he put his arms around Qin Wu, and raised his eyebrows at Lu Yihao in embarrassment.

Lu Yihao looked away slightly from her arm holding Qin Wu, and the tips of his ears felt hot.

Seeing Qin Wu's expression on the verge of being dumbfounded, he pursed his lips, his eyes flickered, and looked away.

"You think too much."

After saying that, he turned and left.

For some reason, Qin Wu felt a little bit lost in his heart.

Even I was stunned.

Forcibly suppressing the bursts of pain in her heart, she really couldn't see anyone treating her better.

Otherwise, I want others to treat her well...

harm.

Qin Wu took a deep breath, raised a smile and looked at Su Ting, "Sister Ting, where are we going?"

Su Ting hugged Qin Wu, "Let's go, my sister will take you to play."

The two chose a red car that looked cool.

Su Ting drove to the track, and a group of people drove to the track, and the cars lined up on the track.

Qin Wu sat in the co-pilot's seat, his small face turned pale with fright.

She had been in a car accident and was terrified of all this.

The little hand clenched the seat belt tightly, "Sister Ting, I'll go down first and wait for you at the finish line."

Hearing this, Su Ting turned her head to look at her, and when she saw her pale and bloodless face, she comforted: "Okay, then you wait for me at the finish line."

If you want to comfort me, you don't know how to say it.

She doesn't like to force others to make things difficult, and she doesn't know how to comfort others, she only uses some actions.

She didn't worry about these before, but now, she is afraid of losing Qin Wu because she can't comfort others.

In the end, he took a bottle of drink and handed it to her.

"Hey, let's have a drink first."

Qin Wu took it as she said, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a few sips.

Only then did his face soften.

With a smile, "Okay, I'm fine, let's go down first, in vain."

She could feel the worry in Su Ting's eyes.

This is also the first person in this world who is really worried about her.

She doesn't want to lose, but she can also feel that Su Ting's nature is not bad, but she looks a bit fierce.

The first impression is that you don't dare to mess with it.

It is the existence of carrying the handle.

(End of this chapter)