Small group pets are also popular today

Chapter 187 A Song for Her 3
After a song, standing beside the little rabbit, Ye Qiqi couldn't help pushing her, "Is that He Muran?"

After asking, there was no response, she tilted her head slightly, and saw Xiaotu's eyes were slightly red.

"Little rabbit?" Ye Qiqi was taken aback.

"Qiqi, his singing is so touching!" Tong Xiaotu said with a moved face.

Especially the climax in the lyrics, "Thank you for not being able to live in your eyes, so I can hug your back".

The little girl felt that perhaps this was not a song for confession, but a song for parting.

Just like what He Moran said at the beginning, he is going to transfer schools, and in another city, the two of them will never see each other again.

Maybe, should I thank him for his love?

Thinking of this, the little rabbit put down the broom, said "I'll be right back" to Ye Qiqi, and walked towards the back door alone.

Before he could walk out the door, his wrist tightened and was pulled by a force.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then she turned her head and found that it was Brother Luobo, and then she remembered that he was sitting in her seat just now.

He must have heard what was said in the radio room just now.

Although there are many children's palaces and many summer camps organized, those who are pushed into the well because of jealousy and insist on going to the chorus team may think of her Tong Xiaotu when they hear it.

"Where is Xiaotu going?" Sure enough, Brother Luobo asked, "Are you going to meet the person who sang for you just now?"

"Ah?" The little girl swallowed guiltily, "Well, I'll just say 'thank you' to him."

"Little rabbit remembers this person?"

"Well," she said, nodding, "I have a little impression."

"I went to find him specially. Do you think the song he sang just now is very nice? Or do you think the confession words he said are very moving?"

"This……"

Facing Brother Shangluo's cold eyes, the little rabbit was dumbfounded for a while, but couldn't answer for a while.

The skin quality was like white jade, translucent and flawless, and the boy's cold pupils were hazy like a layer of mist, giving people a feeling of invisibility.

Seeing that she stopped answering, Qi Luobai couldn't help frowning, his sharp eyes seemed to condense into thin nails.

How to describe it?It was like carrying a strong aura that wanted to pierce her through, which made the little rabbit really overwhelmed.

Brother Carrot, is this angry?jealous?It must be!
In the end, the little girl gave up her previous thoughts, and said with a smile: "I won't ask him to thank you, Brother Luobo, don't be angry."

The big eyes are clear, and the eye waves are playful and cute. The ignorant youthfulness on the body is pure and cute, without any pretensions.

Being held by her again and shaking her arm coquettishly, Qi Luobai's expression finally returned to calm, "How can I be angry?"

After his words fell, she complained in her heart, and said that she was not angry. The appearance just now seemed to swallow me alive.

Tsk tsk tsk, Brother Carrot's angry look is really scary.

Thinking of this, she inexplicably felt like laughing, haha, it was obviously scary, but she also thought it was cute.

It wasn't until she was tapped on the forehead that she came back to her senses, "What are you doing?"

"Are you thinking wildly again?" The boy coughed twice after finishing speaking, "Just now, let me reiterate, I'm not angry."

"Oh." Tong Xiaotu suppressed a smile and replied.

"Oh? Just don't believe it?"

"If you're not angry, why do you stop me from seeing He Moran?"

Qi Luobai's eyes darkened a little, "His name is He Moran?"

　Hehehe, drunk, I asked the editor if my data was bad, and the editor said yes, let me put it on the shelves next Tuesday... Then, I felt that my whole body was not good, and I sat in front of the computer in a daze for two hours. I can't write it out, and I'm thinking about whether to delete the text.It's really just writing one after another, no one else.In self-doubt... How bad is the writing?Maybe I'm not suitable for writing at all.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)