Forced to be a licking dog for a sick villain every day

Qiao Qiyue turned her head to look at Shang Yanhe, she bowed lightly, and apologized again: "Squad leader, I'm sorry, he drank too much tonight and was talking nonsense, I'm really sorry."

Shang Yanhe's eyes were painful and dark, and he smiled wryly.

He really couldn't figure out how he lost to a worthless bastard.

On the surface, Qiao Qiyue was apologizing to him, but in fact, she was protecting Li Weixin everywhere.

It was obviously not her who should apologize, but she apologized to him again and again. She really cared about Li Weixin, so she didn't want him to hold him accountable.

He felt very sad. It was already sad enough to confess his failure, but in the end he encountered even more sad things.

The girl he likes has someone he likes.

But the person she likes is not him.

What a pity, every one of his pens knows her name, but she still doesn't belong to him.

He is a gentleman after all, if this is the wish of the girl he likes, then he will not make things difficult for her.

He forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. July, I just said that you never need to say sorry to me. "

Qiao Qiyue bit her lower lip, feeling a little embarrassed.

In fact, she knows Shang Yan and likes herself. His confession today was unexpected to her, but it is reasonable.

She rejected his confession.

She said sorry when she refused.

Shang Yanhe said the same thing at the time. He said that she would never have to say sorry to him.

She sighed in her heart, she actually admired Shang Yanhe very much, if not for today's confession, she thinks they would be very good friends.

But no if.

Qiao Qiyue nodded, and said politely and distantly: "Thank you."

As soon as the words fell, she noticed that Li Weixin struggled to break away from the guard's shackles with a cold face, passed her expressionlessly, and walked straight outside.

Qiao Qiyue frowned.

The fighters left, and the onlookers also dispersed.

All of a sudden, there were only Shang Yanhe and Qiao Qiyue left at the door.

Qiao Qiyue felt embarrassed. She pointed to her face and said worriedly: "Squad leader, your face... go back and apply it with eggs."

Shang Yanhe nodded: "Okay."

The two were silent for a moment.

Qiao Qiyue felt uncomfortable all over. She pointed to Li Weixin's back and cleared her throat: "Squad leader, he drank too much. I'll follow him to see."

Shang Yan and his body froze, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes. Even though he didn't want to, he still said "um" after a while.

Qiao Qiyue blinked her eyes and bit her lips: "Then I'll... go first."

She bit her lip again, and said "uh", "then... goodbye."

Without waiting for Shang Yanhe to speak, she quickly walked down the steps and trotted all the way to chase Li Weixin.

Shang Yanhe looked at the slender figure and clenched his hands tightly.

He thought he had a chance to stand by her side, but she told him she was sorry.

When confessing, the last thing you want to hear from the other party is sorry.

Why say sorry?

Shang Yanhe watched the girl gradually approach the boy he had looked down upon, and took a deep breath.

He stubbornly moved his gaze away from the two of them, and blinked to relieve the soreness in his eyes.

He didn't want to hear sorry.

How could he make the person he likes apologize to him because of his liking?

Is there something wrong with his liking?

On the night of graduation, the usually high-spirited teenager discovered a sad thing.

It turned out that the secret love was just a pantomime of his own, and it turned into a tragedy when it was spoken out...