I am a wall flower in Kuai Chuanwen

Chapter 147 To be rich is to be willful. 147
"Sorry, Duan Jiamu, I didn't mean it."

Sang Yu looked at Duan Jiamu, his black and white eyes were watery and pure.

Duan Jiamu looked at Sang Yu's sincere apology at this time, and looked at the well-behaved person. Duan Jiamu's hand in his trouser pocket tightened slightly.

He also knew that Sang Yu wouldn't do it on purpose, but it was such a coincidence that her hand touched his body by chance.

He was convinced by this coincidence.

Duan Jiamu took a deep breath, held it back, pretended to be relaxed and said to Sang Yu, "It's okay."

After Duan Jiamu finished saying this, he took another deep breath, his originally cold white cheeks turned red from being suppressed.

Sang Yu looked at Duan Jiamu's blushing cheeks, and saw that his breathing was not smooth, thinking that Duan Jiamu had always said that he was taking medicine.

Duan Jiamu can't really have something wrong at this time.

Just now, when Duan Jiamu beat those people, he used a lot of strength, which should have consumed a lot of energy.

If Duan Jiamu is not pretending to be sick, then it is normal for a patient to experience abnormalities after intense exercise.

If something happened to Duan Jiamu because of her, he would still feel very sorry in his heart.

Thinking of this, Sang Yu took another step towards Duan Jiamu, and asked with a concerned look while walking, "Student Duan Jiamu..."

Sang Yu took half a step, and Duan Jiamu took a step back violently.

Sang Yu: "...?"

System: [Master Sang Yu, why is the number two male blushing so red right now, and why is he backing away? He's not hiding from you, is he? 】

The corners of Sang Yu's mouth twitched slightly: [It shouldn't happen]

Did she really care about Duan Jiamu? Duan Jiamu, who is so awesome and has seen the big world, shouldn't be frightened by such a small incident.

Sang Yu took another step towards Duan Jiamu, and Duan Jiamu took another step back.

Sang Yu: "...?"

Could it be that he was really afraid of her?

Duan Jiamu's breathing also became a little anxious, and he stretched out a palm to stop Sang Yu from moving forward, and his voice became a little tense because of his shortness of breath, "If you have anything to do, just stand there and say it."

Sang Yu: "...?"

Sang Yu stood there and did not leave, and asked Duan Jiamu gently and slowly: "You look uncomfortable, I just want to ask you, are you okay?"

Duan Jiamu stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips, pretending to be relaxed and said, "I'm fine."

Duan Jiamu secretly cursed in his heart, the hammer is fine.

He felt like he was going to die.

Hearing what Duan Jiamu said, Sang Yu looked at him propped up on the table, looking a little funny. The young man's cheeks were flushed, like ripe apples in autumn.

Sang Yu smiled secretly in her heart, Duan Jiamu, when she blushed, she was really cute.

Sang Yu nodded slightly to Duan Jiamu, "Okay, as long as you're fine."

After Sang Yu said this to Duan Jiamu, she put her hands in her pockets, took a step back, glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and said to Duan Jiamu: "It's getting late, let's go back to school. "

After Sang Yu said this, she turned around slightly, and then walked slowly towards the rice noodle shop.

Duan Jiamu looked at the back of Sang Yu who turned and walked away, and secretly let out another fuck in his heart.

What the hell is going on, why is he so nervous like a little daughter-in-law on her wedding night in ancient times.

For the first time, he felt helpless and at a loss.

The little deskmate obviously didn't do anything, but he felt like he was being teased severely.

He felt that it was fortunate that his deskmate reacted a little slower, otherwise he would have made a fool of himself today.

Duan Jiamu stood up supporting the table, then stretched out his fingers, stuck them in his hair, scratched twice, shook his head, and then walked behind Sang Yu.

Walking to the door, at this moment, the boss behind called Duan Jiamu to stop him.

Duan Jiamu turned around, Ruifeng looked at the boss with drooping eyes slightly, the boss smiled brightly, held a pink bag in his hand, and handed it to him with both hands: "Little handsome guy, you forgot to take your things."

Duan Jiamu looked at the pink bag and felt numb.

This thing, no matter how he looks at it now, he feels trembling in his heart.

However, if you don't take it yourself, you don't know where to throw it.

Duan Jiamu stretched out a finger, hooked the rope of the pink bag with some complicated emotions, and then said to the boss with a fake smile: "Thank you."

After all, Duan Jiamu left the rice noodle shop.

When he went out, he looked at the benches that had been broken when he hit someone on the ground. He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket with one hand, scanned the WeChat payment code on the glass door, and then pointed A few times, after losing an amount, he went in and walked away with long legs.

The boss watched Duan Jiamu leave the store, and when he turned his head and entered the store, he heard his WeChat payment reminder ring.

Then there was a gentle girl's voice: "Wechat received 1000 yuan."

The boss took out his mobile phone and took a look. It was the handsome guy just now who paid him on WeChat, and the boss was suddenly stunned.

Although a few of his benches are broken, they are also very old. Even if they buy new ones, they won't cost 1000 yuan.

The boss had been watching here just now, and knew that the person who caused the trouble was not Duan Jiamu, so he didn't intend to seek compensation from Duan Jiamu.

The boss whispered in his heart, good guy, being rich is self-willed.

However, at such a young age, this young man has a clear distinction between grievances and grievances, he hates evil like enmity, and has a helpful character, which is quite commendable.

Sang Yu had always walked very slowly. Duan Jiamu was tall and long-legged, so he caught up with her in a few steps and walked side by side with her.

Sang Yu lowered her head, feeling the smell from the boys around her. Obviously, the weather is quite hot now, and Duan Jiamu had fought with those people before, but Duan Jiamu didn't smell of sweat at all.

All Sang Yu could smell was the faint scent of mint shower gel from him.

The two walked for a while without speaking, and Sang Yu felt that it was necessary to thank Duan Jiamu.

After all, Duan Jiamu did help her out.

She didn't make a move, and perfectly maintained her personality as a good student.

Sang Yu stopped, and slightly raised her head to look at Duan Jiamu who was standing beside her.

Duan Jiamu felt that the footsteps of the little deskmate stopped, and he also stopped.

It was night now, and the cool wind was blowing on his cheeks, slowly soothing the dryness in his heart.

(End of this chapter)