yellow sorghum

Don't...don't look at me like that.

The boy in front of him overlapped with another person's face, and the woman's makeup was elegant and exquisite, and her frown and smile were full of charm, but those eyes were full of ridicule and disdain, which had nothing to do with simplicity and gentleness.

"Just a bastard."

Qi Sen was dizzy for a while, and he couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly.

"enough!"

Yu Minglang was taken aback, Qi Sen looked at him, his eyes were cold, that was an expression Qi Sen had never had before, this big boy was always sunny and cheerful, when did there be such a deep hostility under his eyes, like the fog on the swamp, Can't leave.

Qi Sen's lips were faintly pale and trembling slightly. After a while, he spoke hoarsely: "Who gave you the confidence?"

"Who are you to me? Why do you say that my heart is moved, and I am moved. Do you know what a heart is?"

Every sentence is ruthless, like impulsiveness and unwillingness.

Yu Minglang watched him turn around slowly, his face was still gloomy and terrifying when he turned around, the words just now seemed to have poked something in him, making him like a cat whose tail was trampled on.

Qi Sen left, heading in the opposite direction when he came.

Yu Minglang stared at the gray sky, exhaled hot air, blinked his eyes, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He kicked the street lamp, and saw that Qi Sen had gone a long way, leaving only a small dot.

"who am I to you?"

He laughed and kicked the electric pole again, and the old electric pole made a slight noise.

"One day I will make you admit that I am yours."

He is a young master who grew up with a golden key in his mouth. He was the only heir to the Yu family, and no one was polite to him. Even his father never said such a serious word to him. Why?

How much do you like him?

"What are you?"

The smile on the young man's face subsided, he lost the cuteness he had in the coffee shop just now, just like the cold pool in the middle of winter, the cold makes people uncomfortable.

The rehearsal of the play is coming to an end, all the staff's clothes and props are in place, Wenyu is so happy that he can't even see his eyes, the performance is coming soon, they are going to step on the stage and use the venue to rehearse.

Qi Sen walked at the end with the props made of paper shells on his back. His tall stature and the taller windmill made him stand out from the crowd.

Yu Minglang walked around to the back calmly and helped him lift the windmill on his head.

Qi Sen only felt his head lighten, and he raised his eyes to meet a pair of beautiful eyes, but there were no waves in those eyes, and he didn't even focus on him.

Qi Sen's throat glides up and down, and he swallows: "Thank you."

Yu Minglang smiled back at him: "No thanks."

The two were as usual, but within a few steps, Qi Sen suddenly held on there again, and waved Yu Minglang's hand away without a trace: "Let me do it."

Yu Minglang hummed, dropped his hands at his sides, and didn't say anything more about going to help.

He was wearing a handsome and straight knight outfit, the silver armor gleamed under the dark red cloak, his calves were straight, and fitted tightly to the boots. This suit was custom-made for him by Yu Zhengyan. His is exactly the same, but there is something different.

He held the knight's hat in his hand, and flicked the feathers on it.

A group of people came to the auditorium, and there were people from other classes rehearsing the program.

Entertainment: "Let's sit down and have a rest first, after two more shows it will be us."

Standing in front of the auditorium is a man and a woman. The boy is handsome and the girl is beautiful. They are wearing suits and dresses. They should be the host. There is an instructor talking to them. Minglang's brows were slightly frowned, even though it was just a profile, he recognized that the girl was the one who stopped Yu Minglang from confessing that day.

With her ponytail loose, she lost the fierceness at that time and added a soft feeling that belonged to a girl. She stood there like a beautiful white swan, even when facing the teacher, her neck was raised.

When the two passed by sideways, the girl actually saw him too. She tilted her head slightly and smiled at him. There was a smile in her big eyes, and her pupils flickered as if she was planning something. He frowned, politely Sexual nod.

They were all sitting in the auditorium, the lights were very bright, and it was a little dazzling to sit in that seat. He saw that the girl had finished talking with the teacher, and she was chatting and laughing with the male host under the stage. I feel that those eyes are looking at me all the time.

Feeling irritable, he simply put his hat over his face.

In the dullness, a low laugh came from Yu Minglang's ear, as if he heard someone say: "You really are..."

Before he finished speaking, he removed his hat, and saw Qi Sen's side face from the corner of his eye, but his eyes were all on the stage, with a concentrated appearance, the words just now seemed to be hallucinations.

They had to go up to the waiting room before the last performance was over, and they only went up when the host came down. When the girl came down, she paused beside Yu Minglang, and she turned her head and called him: "Yu Minglang."

"Ok?"

Yu Minglang held the gun in his hand, looking a little impatient.

Women, women whom he had rejected and who spoke to him.

very annoying.

Those who were supposed to go on stage had already gone up a few times. Because of the girl's actions, the rest of the eyes fell on the two of them.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she calmly pinned a strand of hair around her face behind her ear, revealing the sparkling earrings: "My name is Qi Ke."

She looked at him with those beautiful eyes again, blinking: "You don't know my name yet, right, my name is Qi Ke."

Before she could wait for Yu Minglang's reply, she saw that the boy she liked was suddenly grabbed by the arm by a "big windmill" next to him.

Qi Sen's voice suppressed his annoyance: "It's time to play."

Yu Minglang's wrist was warm, the force pulled him up the steps, and he didn't even have time to see the stunned expression of the girl behind him.

A faint smile burst from his lips.

"Cison."

"Windmill" turned his head, the face under the shadow could not be seen clearly, he asked: "What's wrong?"

Yu Minglang brushed away the hand that was holding him, showing a look of success: "You scratched me."

After he finished speaking, he overtook Qi Sen with a big stride. Qi Sen looked at his back, handsome and straight, the feathers on the man's head flickered with his movements, as if floating under the light.

"Qisen, hurry up, it's blocking the road."

Someone urged him from behind, he groaned, and then took his eyes away from the swaying feather, his heart itched, as if someone really took a feather and swept it over him.

The author has something to say:

Thank you for the two mines of Special Majia, sorry I just saw it now, super happy~

And thank you to the readers who gave me the irrigation solution. I am really happy to see the irrigation solution you gave me. I am a little sorry that I can’t see who voted for it.

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