Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Fu Liang was terrified by the look in his eyes, and white sweat came out of his vest.

The book says that the love of young people is like weeds, which will cover the mountains and plains when the spring breeze blows.

Fu Liang felt that Song Jingyuan's love was already growing crazily without the wind blowing, which made him at a loss for a moment.

"You're too young..." Fu Liang staggered his gaze dryly, "You don't know "know" love, you only know "do/love", and your mind is full of yellow trash. "

Song Jingyuan didn't like his beating around the bush, the fire in his eyes was half extinguished, and he sneered for a moment before replying: "Brother, the one who doesn't understand love is not me, but you."

Fu Liang raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, not wanting to continue the boring confrontation with him, and continue to entangle in boring love topics.

"Then just pretend that I don't know how to love. People like me who don't know how to love are naturally not worthy of dating. You can find someone else to love. I'm not worth it."

Fu Liang brushed past him with downcast eyes, Song Jingyuan turned around holding the flower and followed him: "Brother, I can hear you saying angry words, are you playing "Playing Hard to Get"? "

"You're playing Mental Hospital. "

Fu Liang didn't bother to pay attention to him. When he passed by the restaurant, he saw two silver candlesticks on the rectangular marble dining table, exquisite steaks on the crystal plate, and western decorations around.

It seems that Song Jingyuan's plan is to play "candlelight dinner" with him.

I have to say that the steak was quite fragrant, and Fu Liang realized how hungry he was only after smelling the aroma.

He had just rejected the offer, and shamelessly walked away with his portion of steak, planning to go back to his room and enjoy it slowly by himself.

But just as he turned around and took two steps, Song Jingyuan behind him stopped him again: "Brother, the steak is good, and the flowers are also good, do you really want it?"

Fu Liang turned his head and saw Song Jingyuan staring at him expressionlessly. Song Jingyuan indifferently held the bouquet of roses hanging above the candlelight. As long as his hand was lowered by an inch, the flames would devour the roses and burn them up.

Fu Liang hated being threatened very much, but Song Jingyuan's behavior not only disgusted him, but also made his hair stand on end.

He snorted speechlessly, and looked straight at Song Jingyuan's approaching eyes. The two had similar auras, and the toes of their shoes almost touched each other.

A gentle smile appeared on Song Jingyuan's ice-cold face...

However, Fu Liang just snatched the rose in his hand, then turned around and left without any extra eyes on Song Jingyuan's face.

Holding the flower in one hand and the steak in the other, Fu Liang ran upstairs quickly, leaving Song Jingyuan standing messily by the dining table.

"You would rather protect the flowers than me?"

Song Jingyuan propped his arms on the dining table, his eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and talked to himself, with a hint of crying in his voice.

He pursed his lips, picked up the candle on the candlestick, his eyes became more crystal clear and watery due to the reflection of the candlelight.

He sneered self-deprecatingly, turned the candle with his right hand, then tilted the candle slightly, watching the hot wax dripping on his wrist.

He gritted his teeth and endured, one drop, two drops... until his heart was calmed by the pain, he put the candle back into the candlestick.

Since Song Jingyuan's confession, Fu Liang has been avoiding him even more, and Shen Hao has also avoided Fu Liang not surprisingly.

Of course, except for Shen Hao, other men and women in the school almost avoided him, treating him like a walking infectious virus.

Once after school in the afternoon, Fu Liang kept up with Shen Hao: "I heard that you are going home today, so I will see you off."

"I want to walk back."

Shen Hao tactfully refused while carrying his schoolbag.

That, also, too, far, eh, right.

But Fu Liang still said sweetly: "It's okay, I'll walk back with you."

Shen Hao glanced at him, there seemed to be a thousand words in his eyes, and finally he hesitated to say anything.