Quick time travel: The sickly villain is fierce and flirtatious

Qin Yan rubbed his cold arms, and said goodbye to him before leaving: "Goodbye, Doctor Xie."

……

The man bent his knuckles slightly, picked up the black voice recorder on the table, and pressed the switch button.

The beautiful melody he heard before going to sleep poured out, gradually overlapping with the girl's unique timbre.

Xie Zhiyi lowered his eyes to hide the gloom and depth inside.

Actually prepared a recorder.

it's a pity.

……

Jiang Zhuoyu and Qin Yan had a public class, and there were hundreds of people in the classroom, from all schools and classes.

This is a course chosen by the students themselves in the educational administration system, so the students in one class are very mixed.

Taking advantage of this, Jiang Zhuoyu invited Qin Yan to go to the newly opened barbecue restaurant outside the school.

After the waiter brought up the meat slices, he helped them open the fire and grill the meat.

"This kind of thin pork ribs is already cooked, please call me again if you need it."

Qin Yan took the food clip from the waiter's hand and said sweetly, "Thank you."

Jiang Zhuoyu's original sauce was used up, so he put down his chopsticks, and before getting up, he didn't forget to ask the girl opposite: "I'll go down and add some sauce, Sang Mi, do you want to add some, I'll take it down with you."

Yajing on the second floor, the two of them came early, and there were basically no customers at this time.

"No, my portion is enough."

Qin Yan turned over the sliced ​​meat in the center of the iron net: "Just add your own."

Seeing that she didn't need it, Jiang Zhuoyu went to the first floor.

He didn't come back until the central piece of meat was basically cooked.

However, there was one more person behind him.

"Sang Mi, I ran into Zhuo Yu downstairs. He lost a game and owed me a meal. I happened to meet him today and told the waiter to add an extra pair of chopsticks!"

The sofa seat is spacious enough for Lan Lan to sit in the innermost part.

Qin Yan's complexion remained unchanged, and he put a piece of grilled chicken into the plate to dip in the sauce.

Jiang Zhuoyu sat down embarrassedly, and said awkwardly: "I do owe Lan Lan a meal, Sang Mi, I'm sorry!"

He had agreed to have a meal for two at the beginning, but unexpectedly she met Lan Lan at the bottom halfway. As soon as she saw the delicious food, she remembered the bet, and ran up without saying a word, hooking his shoulders.

Qin Yan took a sip of his drink and was very understanding: "It's okay."

Lan Lan sat on a comfortable cushion, and the barbecue in front of her was fragrant, especially after brushing with sauce, the aroma was even stronger.

She couldn't eat for a while, so she stared at the girl across from her for a while, and exclaimed, "I really envy you who know how to put on makeup. My hands are so clumsy that I can't even apply foundation..."

Qin Yan rested the chopsticks on the center of the plate and smiled slightly: "Just pretend you can't."

Without waiting for the girl opposite to question her, she added shallowly: "Pretend to be confident."

Jiang Zhuoyu almost thought that the two of them were going to talk to each other, but after hearing Qin Yanfeng's turn around, he got back together again.

Lan Lan now feels worse than swallowing a fly. She was blocked by the girl just as she was about to have an attack. She can only blame her for panting.

Qin Yan didn't finish her sentence, she turned the transparent drink cup, and the light and shadow reflected by the light flickered in her eyes.

"Also, if you have a disabled hand, they are all the same, and you dare not see people!"

Looking in the direction of the stairs, she wondered: "Why hasn't Lan Lan's tableware been delivered yet? The waiter may have forgotten it when he was busy. Jiang Zhuoyu, go down and remind Lan Lan."

"Row!"

I really forgot, he could just bring it up along the way.

Jiang Zhuoyu's back was gradually hidden at the stairs.

The person sitting on the sofa curled up his fingers, with a bit of annoyance shrouded in his brows.