wanton coaxing

Chapter 67 "Can you love me?"

Jiang Yue's fox eyes were full of dryness, and the thumb nails hanging on both sides unconsciously sank into the flesh at the knuckle of the index finger.

He knew she was lying.

She knew that Sheng Mingfeng was going, that's why she said "also"...

Of course Tang Yuxin knew that Sheng Mingfeng was going, and he specifically reminded her to go to see it during training yesterday afternoon.

Seeing that he was silent, Tang Yuxin explained a few more words in a pale voice, but it only became darker and darker...

"Needless to say..." Jiang Yue interrupted her in a cold voice, exhaling softly, "Come if you like."

After speaking, he stuffed the tissue in Tang Yuxin's hand, turned around and left with the setting sun behind his back.

For some reason, seeing Jiang Yue leaving alone, Tang Yuxin's heart shrank sharply, feeling helpless as if she had been abandoned by someone.

After the one-day school sports meeting, Tang Yuxin went to go home with Jiang Yue as usual.

The school sports meeting is held on Thursday and Friday. During these two days, students of each grade do not have to go to class, which is equivalent to two days off.It's just that because the art test is coming up, the senior three students still have to stay for training in the afternoon.

Originally, Sheng Mingfeng wanted to go to the game hall with Tang Yuxin to play games, but Tang Yuxin refused because of family affairs.

She came to the studio of the complex building, hung her head at the back door, and saw Jiang Yue sitting by the window of the studio, with a very calm expression on his handsome face, not like he was angry.

But just a few seconds after she looked at it, she saw that the pencil in Jiang Yue's hand was pressed against the erected drawing board, and it was broken for some reason... A painting was also crushed by the pencil tip. Destroy all previous efforts for naught.

The crisp sound of the pencil breaking attracted the attention of many people in the already quiet studio, but Jiang Yue casually tore off the drawing on the drawing board, and calmly picked up another sold-out pencil and started drawing again.

Everyone in the studio felt a little apprehensive: Boss, is this in a bad mood?

Tang Yuxin silently withdrew her head and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and pressed her hands on her beating heart to comfort it: It's okay, it's okay, just say a few nice words to brother Jiang Yue later to make him happy.

She thought so, but when the two returned home, no matter what topic Tang Yuxin chose to chat with him, Jiang Yue would have a sullen face, showing no intention of talking to her at all.

It wasn't until the door of his house was closed that Tang Yuxin realized...it was useless to say good things this time.

In the afternoon of the next day, Tang Yuxin was dawdling in the classroom.

Chen Jingyao couldn't help urging her: "Are you going or not! Didn't you go in high spirits at first? Why are you so dazed now? The competition will start later!"

Originally, Chen Jingyao was not interested in basketball games, but after finding out that Zhou Chuling would also participate, he became interested.

"Oh, wait a little longer." Tang Yuxin sat in her seat, tangled and apprehensive.

Chen Jingyao looked at her anxiously, and saw Tong Nannan in a blink of an eye: "Then you go with Nannan later, I'll go there first and reserve a good seat for you."

Tang Yuxin nodded in resignation like a dead fish, and slammed her head on the table after Chen Jingyao left.

Seeing her mournful appearance, Tong Nannan felt strange: "Didn't you happily agree to that boy in Class [-] to watch him play two days ago?"

Tang Yuxin still pressed her forehead against the desk, and sighed deeply: "Yes, but Brother Jiang Yue is going too..."

　Babai is really not someone running, my legs are going to be useless (T▽T)
　　There is still a chapter of one thousand, eight o'clock in the evening~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)