What if I Write the Continuation of Romance as Lily

This is the end of the matter, and only soldiers can stop it, and the water will cover it.

Anyway, she Qiao Yu is a small character, no matter how the flames of war burned, she couldn't burn her.

The most important thing at the moment is to find out the intention of the uninvited Song Wanwan first-since everyone knows it, it would be too stupid if she really came to trouble Lin Qing.

Of course, this work is most suitable for Cong Ye, who is crushed in love. Qiao Yu stretched out his legs on the back of the chair, kicking Cong Ye winked at him.

Cong Ye didn't receive the signal at all, and yelled in anger, "Why did Qiao meet you and kick me?"

…If you can be smarter than him if you sit on the other side, you really can’t count on this man.

Qiao Yu ignored Cong Ye who fell under the table and tried to counter her, put her foot under the chair and went into battle by herself, showing an embarrassing but polite smile to Song Wanwan.

"Did you have anything to do with Lin Qing just now?"

But Song Wanwan's attitude towards her was really not friendly. At first glance, she remembered that Qiao Yu didn't recognize her and the hatred that didn't help her move the table. She pulled her face and stabbed her with her mouth open.

"Why, are you her manager."

Qiao Yu thought for a while and shook his head seriously.

"I'm probably more like a bodyguard."

After all, she wouldn't make arrangements for Lin Qing's schedule.

Seeing that the yin and yang strangeness didn't work, Song Wanwan frowned and blushed—how could she get angry so easily? Qiao Yu gave up communicating with her and turned to Lin Qing.

"What did she say when I was away? Did you bully you?"

Different from the tone of the official business to Song Wanwan, when she talks to Lin Qing, her voice will be softened unconsciously, with a gentle nasal sound, as if she was afraid to scare her.

Lin Qing felt that Qiao Yu's hand came over and held her fingertips again. She had faintly noticed that Qiao Yu's small physical contact was frequent—but she seemed to be unconscious, just like her body was subconscious. action.

The distance is very close, but not too close, at least not to the point where Lin Qing, who is not used to physical contact, wants to escape.

Unlike Lin Qing's cold hands all year round, her hands are always warm. Lin Qing felt the temperature of Qiao Yu spread from her fingertips, and it was gentle, just like the look she was looking at her now, the light-colored pupils were shining with shards of light, and honest feedback of the owner's care and self-blame.

Looking at such a pair of straight eyes, it is easy to feel that it is valued as a treasure.

Lin Qing didn't dare to look more, and looked away a little panicked.

Before she sorted out her confused thoughts for some reason, Song Wanwan, who was opposite, said sharply: "What are you talking about! How could I bully her!"

It seems that she was very dissatisfied with Qiao Yu's words. As she said that, she stretched out her hand to La Linqing to testify to her: "Hey, you are talking!"

Lin Qing subconsciously leaned back to avoid her outstretched hand, looked at the other's angry expression before regaining his senses, and calmed down and said.

"No. She came to ask me what is the relationship with Cong Ye, and didn't bully me." She paused, then whispered, "You are not a bodyguard."

Oh, why did she let Lin Qing take care of her casually.

Qiao Yu thought she was cute, and asked in a low voice in her ear.

"Then what am I?"

Of course, Lin Qing knew that Qiao Yu was teasing her, so she looked at her in time and smiled lightly at Qiao Yu, holding back her shame.

"Aren't you my father?"

"..."

Qiao Yu retreated wisely, and honestly took Lin Qing's memorable counterattack, and reflected on his previous inadvertent remarks-why Lin Qing called his father so awkward.

She returned to the incident before her eyes. It seemed that before she went in, seeing Lin Qing's embarrassed expression was embarrassing how to explain it, and Qiao Yu thought that she felt a little relieved.

But when Song Wanwan asked about this, everyone knew that she was directed at Cong Ye. Although he didn't want to chew his tongue behind his back, but asked Lin Qing upright, his attitude was barely straightforward, but since you care so much, then ask you the master, Cong Ye? Why are you looking for Lin Qing?

Song Wanwan didn't bully Lin Qing—but it's probably just too late.

She was not too happy again, frowning and looking at Song Wanwan who heard the straightforward and confident expression that I didn't bully her, her tone was cold.

"If Lin Qing's answer is not what you want, are you going to bully her?"

Song Wanwan's expression froze, his mouth opened and he did not say a word, like a fish out of the water and plunged into chaos.

Qiao Yu and Lin Qing did not let go of the hand held, when they were suddenly squeezed slightly.

She turned her head to look, and saw a slight curve of Lin Qing's lips, and said three words to her silently.

do not be angry.

No matter how angry people are in front of such a gentle smile, they can't get angry, not to mention that Qiao Yu has always listened to Lin Qing.

She was really unhappy at first.

The world is unfair to Lin Qing. The rumors of Lin Qing, who was obviously unshielded from Ye's mouth before, were all over the air, but now it was the peach blossom debt that was provoked by Ye, but he found Lin Qing here.

Readers who read romance novels know that the suffering heroine will soon have a male lead to help her, but when the heroine suffers, does it know that she will be saved? Will her suffering be wiped out by the belated help?

This was unreasonable, and Qiao Yu didn't want Lin Qing to be wronged again.

But Lin Qing asked her not to be angry, and then Qiao Yu rubbed her stern face to relax it.

Forget it, what's the use of losing your temper about what has happened? It's a serious matter to quickly solve the hidden dangers.

Qiao Yu grabbed Lin Qing's hand to her knee, rubbed her fingertips comfortably, and stepped on the opposite culprit's shoe unceremoniously.

"Didn't you hear what someone said, it was directed at you." She tilted her head towards Song Wanwan who had not yet been able to speak, "Go and explain, don't let Lin Qing interfere with your mess."

Cong Ye also knew that this was probably the bane he had planted before, and he silently acknowledged Qiao Yu's accusation, and explained their relationship to Song Wanwan again.

"...That’s it, I’m her brother." Cong Ye’s bar la la la, feeling dry after speaking, reached out for the three bottles of drinks he had just bought, and Qiao Yu’s long arms swept them all into her arms. There are no bottles left for him.

Then she unscrewed the cap of a bottle of sparkling water in front of Ye and handed it to Lin Qing. The other two bottles were put under the chair and took out the phone by herself without lifting her eyelids at him.

Lin Qing held the bubbly water stuffed into her hands at a loss, looked at Cong Ye and Qiao Yu who was expressionless, hesitating to take a sip.

The phone buzzed from Ye's phone twice, and he took it out to see that it was Qiao Yu who gave him money for three bottles of drinks, and also gave him a few more cents. The remarks column stated concisely: running errands.

Cong Ye:...

This is really the case when Qiao Yu got caught up in Lin Qing's affairs.

"This, this way. She is your sister."

Next to him, Song Wanwan finally successfully restarted from the crashed state. He was obviously happy after hearing Cong Ye's explanation, and his legs dangling under the stool.

"I never knew before, hehe."

…Who can she fool by writing that girl is in love on her forehead?

Qiao Yu retracted the phone and couldn't bear to look directly, and carefully glanced at Lin Qing from the side of the light, seeing that she had no response, even a little distracted, and turned the sparkling water bottle in his hand blankly.

Qiao Yu was relieved, thinking that maybe people in this world were relatively slow.

"I didn't know?" I didn't realize that Song Wanwan liked his dull No.1 and said in a daze, "But I told the class two weeks earlier, it should have been spread."

Song Wanwan's smile froze again: "But, but I haven't heard of it?"

Cong Ye frowned and set himself to think for a while, speaking categorically.

"Maybe you are not very popular."

Ma yeah.

Qiao Yu silently stretched out a hand and propped it on the table, covered one ear and turned her head, demonstrating that she couldn't listen anymore.

This anger and resentment from Ye's straight man, if he said this to Qiao Yu, she would have to scold him-as if he had a good relationship with him! Isn't it being avoided by classmates every day!

But Song Wanwan is different, this is what she likes, she can't attack him no matter how unhappy she is. I can only hold on and laugh: "...No, I just talk to my friends less of this kind of gossip..."

Qiao Yu looked at her with a smile that was more ugly than crying, and couldn't help but sympathize with Song Wanwan.

"But didn't you tell me at the door that Qiao Yu didn't recognize you? I remember hearing you say that the relationship between the two of you is very good, it seems that it is not the same thing."

…Within two seconds, the flames of war were burned on her from Ye. Really, if he was a dumb man, he might be a hundred times more likable than he is now.

Qiao Yu almost got used to the behavior of Cong Ye's pig teammates, and was able to calmly think about how to explain it. As a result, Song Wanwan reacted very violently. He suddenly grabbed her bracing wrist and dragged Qiao Yu forward. lie.

"Not really! Joe Yu and I have a good relationship! We ate together on vacation!"

She was crying in her voice, and eagerly seeking a definite answer from her, Qiao Yu was a little bit guilty.

According to the system, Yuanshen and Song Wanwan are the kind of social relationships between rich second generations. If there is business cooperation in the family, the relationship between the children will not be much worse. Although not many close friends, it’s hard to justify forgetting others...

After thinking and thinking, she couldn't think of a comprehensive explanation. She could only find an excuse that sounded very perfunctory.

"But, it may be that you became beautiful when you came back from the holiday, and I didn't recognize it for a while..."

Wow, how does this statement feel like a scumbag is explaining, Qiao Yu regrets it after he has said it, and when he hears this silly talk, it is better to say that he has a bad memory.

"That's it!"

Song Wanwan happily let go of her, her red face turned cloudy and clear.

…No, Sir, you can live like this?

Qiao Yu rubbed his wrist silently, realizing that the girl was really soothing.

"I said we have a good relationship! Qiao Yu remembers what I like to eat, right?"

No! Let me go, let me go, too, sir!

Qiao Yu almost couldn't get up with a breath, closed his eyes in pain, not daring to look at Song Wanwan's bright and expectant eyes, and urgently asked the system for help.

"What does she like to eat?!"

"...There seems to be no record of what Song Wanwan likes to eat in the host's memory..."

…The original Qiao Yu who co-authored didn't even remember it at all! Song Wanwan, don't just speak big words just because you are in front of your sweetheart!

Although it's cruel to say that she doesn't remember her face full of expectation... but Qiao Yu has only one way to think about it, can't she make up one? There are so many delicacies in the world, it's a **** to be blinded!

She was silent for too long, the atmosphere on the table had become a bit depressed, Song Wanwan's smile gradually dimmed, but she hadn't given up completely staring at her.

Qiao Yu was sweating on her head, praying in her heart if she could personally interrupt the incident like she had just entered the door from Ye—what should I do if Song Wanwan cried out with her mouth? Whose fault is it? Who is going to coax?

Probably because her prayer was devout enough to move God, there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the door, and two familiar people walked into the study room. It was Lu Yao who dragged the reluctant Mi Yi and walked towards them with hot eyes.

With tears in his eyes, Qiao Yu looked at Lu Yao with the eyes of a star of salvation.

"You guys are really still learning! Joe meets you, can't leave me behind, I don't want to fail alone..."

He screamed and wanted to hold Qiao Yu's leg, but she kicked it away. I can only stand up and hum and say, then you take me. I also brought Miyi and it won't cause you trouble.

Only then did he notice that Song Wanwan was still sitting there, hissed, and frowned thoughtfully at his chin.

"Oh, this one seems familiar... ah, I'm not accosting, I think we should have actually met..."

He thought hard for a long time and waved his hand very simply.

"Can't remember, I should have admitted wrong haha."

Song Wanwan wailed loudly.

"Wow, ah, why is my popularity so bad!"

She was crying and shaking the earth, and Cong Ye, who was close, directly covered her ears, and even Qiao Yu buzzed his head. Not to mention the people in the classroom, even those passing by in the hallway were attracted by the penetrating cry and squeezed at the door to look in.

"Qiao Yu doesn't remember me, and Lu Yao doesn't remember me either!"

"Qiao Yu doesn't even remember that I love to eat snail noodles, oh oh ah!"

…Why the original Qiao Yu can’t even remember this! Shouldn’t you forget the shocking fact that the second-generation rich lady loves to eat snail noodles!

The people present could not persuade the crying eldest lady, and more and more people watched, finally alarming the teacher.

"This is the study room! Don't disturb other students who are studying seriously!"

In the teacher's anger, Qiao met a group of people holding their heads and squirming around, and was kicked out of the study room.

Standing at the gate of the school, the group of people ran to describe them in embarrassment, and they felt extremely desolate when they were blown by the already cold September autumn wind.

The wooden-faced Qiao Yu didn't know who to be angry anymore, Qi Yuan had no brains, and Qi Congye stepped on thunder. Qi Lu Yao might as well not come, and he was also angry that he didn't use any of his thoughts.

The crying Song Wanwan didn't know when he had already left. Cong Ye, who was the closest to her cries, shook his head and walked vainly. Lu Yao, who was kicked out within five minutes of entering the study room, stood on the side with dull eyes and his mouth. Mumbling about what happened, Mi Yi patted her ears, and returned angrily to him. Anyway, this result must be yours.

...What is this called?

With a sad face, Qiao Yu turned around and went to Lin Qing for comfort.

Lin Qing, who was innocently affected by this farce, touched Qiao Yu's head against her neck with a good temper, comforted her gently, and it took Qiao Yu to cheer up a little.

"...What should I do?" Lin Qing thought she was talking about Song Wanwan, but Qiao met her conversation, "I see the teacher's posture, I guess we won't be able to go to the study room recently."

Lin Qing was speechless for a while, and saw that Qiao Yu really wanted to study hard.

It’s not impossible to stay in the classroom to study, but after all, there are classmates around, so it’s easy to be disturbed, and it’s troublesome to change seats all the time.

Qiao Yu sighed, did not think of a good way, and saw from a distance that the car that came to pick her up had arrived.

She stared at the car blankly for a few moments, and suddenly there was a flash of light in her mind.

Qiao Yu held Lin Qing's hand with both hands and faced her face to face, with hope shining in his eyes.

"Lin Qing, do you want to come to my house?"