Poultry world leader

After half a month of nourishment, Mo Qin's injuries finally healed.

Yan Miao saw him scurrying around in the dormitory alive and well, and felt a little lost holding the thermos.

Bai Maomao saw it from the side, feeling very upset, "He won't drink, give it to me."

Little Rabbit Ji's craftsmanship is excellent, and only such fools don't know how to cherish it after drinking it every day.

Yan Miao moved to his side, handed him the thermos, and sat down unhappy.

"It's so delicious," Bai Maomao unscrewed the lid, took a deep breath, and then picked up a spoon to eat.

Seeing that he likes it, Yan Miao is not as uncomfortable as before, and talks to him softly, "You like it, I will cook it for you next time."

"Tsk, you'd better cook it for your sweetheart."

"You, you..." Yan Miao was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she glanced at Mo Qin with a guilty conscience. Seeing that he was chatting with someone outside, she probably didn't hear him, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and retorted without confidence, "I, I don't have a crush."

Bai Maomao bumped him with his shoulder, "Say what you like, you're as timid as a girl."

Yan Miao lowered her head in frustration, "He doesn't like me."

Bai Maomao hates iron but not steel, "You didn't say anything, how do you know he doesn't like you."

"Even if he doesn't like you, tie him up and drag him back to his den first, and he will naturally like you after a long time."

Yan Miao was a little moved by his agitation, and looked at her small body, she must not be able to beat Mo Qin's big man, "This, this is not good..."

"Don't be afraid, you go and confess your love first," Bai Maomao approached him and said mysteriously, "If he doesn't agree, I'll knock him out for you and drag him back to his nest. Cook the raw rice and it will be fine."

Yan Miao twitched her fingers nervously, but she couldn't resist Bai Maomao's temptation, and nodded.

Bai Maomao has been getting tired of being with Yan Miao every day for the past few days, and the two of them don't know what they are discussing mysteriously.Lang Junxian, who was inexplicably excluded from the small circle, was very unhappy.

There is a feeling of discomfort that my daughter-in-law suddenly ran away with someone.

"What are you guys discussing?" Lang Junxian asked standing behind the two of them unexpectedly.

Yan Miao was so frightened that she almost jumped up. She glanced at Bai Maomao uneasily, and realized belatedly that her own light bulb seemed to be a little bright.

Bai Maomao stroked his hair, turned to look at Xiao Hei reproachfully, "Hey, don't make trouble, let's discuss things." Bai Maomao begs his hand like chasing flies, and sends him to sleep.

"..." Lang Junxian let go of his anger and didn't start, his face suddenly turned black into the bottom of the pot.

Yan Miao looked at the ignorant Bai Maomao and the dark-faced Lang Junxian, shrunk his shoulders silently, and felt that Bai Maomao, a military adviser, seemed a bit unreliable.

When Lang Junxian finally couldn't bear it anymore and was about to explode on the spot, Bai Maomao suddenly returned to normal.

After solving the big life event of Xiaotuji, Bai Maomao felt very fulfilled, and went to find Lang Junxian happily.

"Xiao Hei, why is your face so strange?"

"..." Lang Junxian silently swallowed a mouthful of old blood, and smiled softly at him.

Bai Maomao rubbed his arms, "Do you feel a little cold?"

"No," Lang Junxian smiled more gently, his white teeth gleaming coldly.

Bai Maomao murmured a few words in his heart, and in a blink of an eye, he put his arm on Lang Junxian's shoulder and whispered to him affectionately. "Let me tell you, Xiaotuji is going to confess his love to Mo Qin today."

The warm air hit the sensitive auricles, and Lang Junxian's ear tips were suspiciously red, so he could only force himself to calm down and said, "Really? When?"

Bai Maomao looked at him suspiciously, "Why are you not surprised at all, Yan Miao is going to confess to Mo Qin."

"..." Lang Junxian looked at him with a paralyzed face.

"Forget it." Bai Maomao was holding back what he wanted to say, and regardless of his reaction, he poured it all out.

Yan Miao was moved by his words, so she mustered up the courage to take the initiative to attack. The two of them planned for a long time before they settled the confession scene, and the time was set tonight.

Bai Maomao looked up at the sky and said to himself, "The weather is fine today, it's a good day."

It was only then that Lang Junxian realized that the reason for these two people to get together and mutter all day long a few days ago was because of this, and the sour smell of jealousy that had overwhelmed them finally dissipated a little.

The weather tonight is particularly good, the sky is clear and cloudless, and the bright moonlight is shining down, spreading a shallow layer on the ground.The winter is over, and the vegetation is recovering, with tender green shoots popping out, and occasionally one or two insects hide in the grass, making crisp and long chirps.

Yan Miao walked around in circles anxiously, the wrapping paper of the rose bouquet was smashed by him.

After turning around a few times, Yan Miao looked at her phone, it was exactly eight o'clock.

Mo Qin is coming.

Mo Qin was suddenly called out by Bai Maomao, before he even had time to change the flip-flops on his feet, he was dragged out by Bai Maomao.

"Boss, where are you taking me?" Mo Qin was pulled forward without stopping.

"Let go, let me go and let me walk by myself, let Lang Junxian see it and tear me up."

"Shut up." Bai Maomao listened impatiently to his blind beeps.

Mo Qin shut his mouth obediently, raised his hands, and was dragged forward by his clothes.

When he arrived at the agreed garden, Bai Maomao pushed him and said with disgust: "It's cheap for you, go in quickly."

"???" Mo Qin was stunned, hesitantly took two steps forward, and happened to be looking at Yan Miao with his hands behind his back under the big tree.

Mo Qin's heart beat violently, his body became hot for no reason, and he almost walked over with the same hands and feet.

"It's late at night, what are you doing here, you're still dressed so formally..." Seeing Yan Miao's nervous face, Mo Qin's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he closed his mouth and calmed down.

Yan Miao swallowed nervously, took out the bouquet behind her back, and said seriously, "I like you."

Behind him, small colorful light bulbs lit up one by one, slowly but firmly forming a heart-shaped pattern.

Mo Qin took a step back instinctively, seeing Yan Miao who was particularly bright in the halo, his heart beat uncontrollably.

Yan Miao looked at him expectantly, her hands holding the flowers were tightly clenched, and the bouquet was almost deformed.

"Sorry……"

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and Yan Miao's shining eyes dimmed little by little.

Bai Maomao outside the flowers rolled up his sleeves and wanted to rush up to beat someone, but Lang Junxian quickly held him down.

"It's okay." Yan Miao lowered her head, her soft forehead hair fell slightly, covering his red eyes.

Mo Qin moved his toes, but finally took them back, "I'm not as good as you think."

Yan Miao shook her head, didn't look at him, turned around and ran back to the dormitory somewhat staggeringly.

The flaming rose fell to the ground, its fragile petals scattered.

Bai Maomao was worried about Yan Miao, so he chased after him.

Mo Qin stood there quietly, and after a long time, he bent down with difficulty and picked up the bouquet on the ground.

Lang Junxian, who stayed where he was, saw all this, but turned and left quietly without making a sound.

The confession that night was like a hallucination, and the four of them tacitly did not mention it again.

Bai Maomao is still inseparable from Lang Junxian, and Mo Qin is still laughing and cursing for being his playboy playing in the world.

Yan Miao was as quiet as usual, but she no longer stuck with them.

The reason is well known.

Bai Maomao regretted that he encouraged Yan Miao to confess. If Yan Miao hadn't said it, maybe they could still be friends in peace, but now, even though Mo Qin looked indifferent, Yan Miao often avoided seeing him, looking for An excuse to go alone.

There are only three people left in the foursome.

The school bell rang.

After all the people in the classroom had left, Yan Miao slowly came out of the classroom.

These few days, in order to avoid Mo Qin, Yan Miao went to the cafeteria alone to eat, and was used to the excitement of four people. Although she was not used to being alone all of a sudden, it was better than the relative embarrassment at that time.

The confession failed, although Yan Miao was sad, but he felt a lot more relaxed. Mao Mao was right. If he said what he said in his heart, he would not feel so uncomfortable. Even though there was still no result in the end, he was finally brave once.

When he adjusted his mentality and was able to face Mo Qin calmly, he would go back. Even if they couldn't be lovers, they would still be friends.

Yan Miao took a deep breath, straightened her back, and walked slowly towards the cafeteria with her book in her arms.

He didn't notice that there were fewer and fewer students on the way he walked, and he was the only one left in the end.

The person following behind gave his companion a wink, and the other person understood, approached Yan Miao quietly, and slashed down with a knife...