Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 839 Sports Students vs. Dance Students 71
Pei Xuyan let out a low snort, the syllables were short, like laughing, but not like, shaking the metal color Gu in his hand, the dice inside collided with each other and made a crisp sound.

The hands are so beautiful, even the protruding bones of the wrist bones are beautiful, the movements are fast and powerful, attracting people's attention, accompanied by the moment when the coloring Gu was buckled on the coffee table, said plainly.

"It's boring."

Qi An lost his voice, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, because of his attitude, he really wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, his body fell too badly in the snow before, and the unhealed wound was aching .

She squeezed her palm slightly and looked at his face.

He hasn't changed much. No matter where he is, even in such a chaotic and corrupt place, there is still a sense of surprise that can penetrate the night and catch people's hearts.

Good skin and good bones, when God kissed him, Xu learned what it means to be partial.

He couldn't see clearly just now, but now that he's getting closer, he can see everything at a glance. Under the slightly blurred and low light, he is dressed in black, his clothes can't see other colors, his collarbone is faintly visible, and his Adam's apple is protruding.

After drinking a lot of wine, her body was stained with the smell of tobacco. Looking at her eyes, she was three parts drunk and three parts sleepy, three parts emotional and three parts cold, as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Qi'an's eyes fell on his face, the light painted an indifferent shadow, the contour lines were sharp and smooth, the bridge of the nose was high, injured, and extremely stern, she was a little dazed, not knowing what she was thinking.

Pei Xuyan waited for four seconds, and his patience was only four seconds. Seeing that she still didn't speak, he said indifferently: "Leave if you don't say anything."

Qi An blinked, and said in a very soft voice, "The wound on your face, does it hurt?"

That day, she saw it on a picture in her circle of friends. She didn't know how he got hurt. Anyway, she was not very good at taking care of herself.

Pei Xuyan frowned, watching her carefully hand over a Band-Aid.

She stretched out her hand towards him, her nails were neatly trimmed, her finger bones were slender and cold, and looking back, she stood here with a unique tranquility in her bones.

He didn't answer.

"It's just a small injury."

Qi An's hand was still stretched out in the air, slightly stiff, and whispered: "Small injuries are also injuries."

These days, she called him, but he didn't answer. She sent a wechat, and he didn't reply. She treated him completely coldly. She couldn't get in touch with him, so she could only come here to find Pei Xuyan through her friends.

"I didn't miss you on purpose that day, because Shao Tingbin fainted in an accident, and I want to send him to the hospital..."

When he mentioned what happened that night, he paused, his tone was too light and harsh.

"Do you have to send it? Do you know how to find someone else or can't call 120."

She has to stand in front of Shao Tingbin first when she has something to do, worrying about Shao Tingbin's mood in everything she does, even sending someone to the hospital can forget him.

To be honest, it's really boring.

The originally lively box was silent now, and they didn't dare to breathe, for fear of offending Pei Xuyan and getting a bad nose. After all, they couldn't afford to offend this person's temper.

Qi An tried her best to say: "It was too serious at the time, I was worried that something would happen to him alone! After sending him to the hospital, I immediately went back to school to look for you, but you were no longer here at that time, I waited for a long time—"

She is explaining.

But when Pei Xuyan heard Shao Tingbin's sentence after sentence, he felt an incomparable nausea.

"Don't talk about it." He has a habit of pulling a silver lighter to light a cigarette. The faint blue flame is reflected on his tall nose, and his interest is waning. "I don't want to hear it again after it's over."

The lighter in his hand was suddenly taken away, and the woman next to him walked over with all sorts of flair, sitting next to Pei Xuyan, her slender fingers clicked the lighter, raised her eyebrows with a click, smiled at him charmingly, lit a cigarette for him, and lowered her voice some.

"Give face?"

Pei Xuyan instinctively refused, paused, then lowered her head indifferently, with a cigarette in her mouth, the moment she touched the flame of the lighter, she made a slight sound.

Qi An was so choked by the smoke that he almost shed tears, and his chest was also very stuffy.

He knew she couldn't smoke.

Qi An knew that woman, how could she not recognize her, after all, she had seen countless times in photos behind her back.

She stood here with stiff fingers hanging by her side, pinching the Band-Aid helplessly, no one paid attention to it, and suddenly she didn't know why she came here, she explained it, but it seemed that she didn't need it.

"Sister, this is not the place for you, it's not suitable, go home." The woman smiled triumphantly, with provocation in her eyes.

Qi An didn't look at her, but stared at Pei Xuyan, his chest was bound by something, and he clamored again, with the courage he didn't know where he came from, and every word was clear.

"Pei Xuyan." She said, "I like you!"

Too straightforward, too simple.

After finishing speaking, his throat was too dry.

"What about you?"

He smoked the most expensive cigarette, held the cigarette between his fingers and brought it to his mouth, inhaled heavily into his body, and then exhaled lightly, passing through his lungs, it was like walking through his heart, white mist rose around his fingers, it was him The strong hormones on her body made her lustful and seductive. Looking at her, there seemed to be an imperceptible pause.

"do you like me?"

Qi'an just wanted an answer, and every minute and every second of the delay was suffering, squeezing her heartbeat.

Under the light and shadow of feasting and feasting, her face was illuminated plain white, her brows and eyes were fragile, her eyelashes were long, and the wings under her eyes were as pure as white paper.

Pei Xuyan's thin lips parted slightly, as if about to speak.

The phone rang unexpectedly.

Break the original atmosphere.

Qi An frantically took out the phone, saw the note on it, froze slightly, under Pei Xuyan's clear gaze, fell silent for two seconds, and hung up the phone.

Shao Tingbin called again.

She hung up again, her palms sweating.

Through the smoke, his eyes were too clear-headed, and when something happened, they suddenly faded back.

"Yes, why not?"

It's not a big deal to keep hanging up like this, so Qi'an had no choice but to call on the call. In order to prove that there was nothing between him and Shao Tingbin, he specially turned on the speakerphone, but the voice that rang was not Shao Tingbin, but Shao Xianglu.

The voice was in a panic, with a crying tone.

"An'an, something happened to Ting Bin! He actually hurt himself without telling me. He is in a very bad mental state now. The doctor said that he might have suicidal tendencies at any time, and asked important people around him to accompany him more..."

Qi An's pupils constricted suddenly, and his brain went blank: "Self-harm?"

Shao Xianglu was crying all the time, and the crying person was upset.

Pei Xuyan suddenly laughed.

Over there, Shao Xianglu suddenly stopped: "An An, are you with Pei Xuyan?"

"Yes."

"Auntie, please, he cares about you the most, come and save my son, what should I do if he is going to die!"

"Who are you calling?" a hoarse and gloomy voice sounded over there.

"You're already like this, I'm worried about you knowing!" Shao Xianglu said in a high voice.

What followed was a sharp, suffocating quarrel.

"An'an, Auntie, I beg you to see how we have been in love for so many years, come here quickly!" Shao Xianglu hung up the phone in a hurry.

It was too quiet in the box, so the voice on the phone could be heard clearly.

(End of this chapter)