Chapter 454 I was targeted by my senior (32)


Chapter 454 I was targeted by my senior (32)

Jiang Qiao asked her: "So what do you want to say when you came here today?"

His tone was also very gentle. Xu Cheng's face suddenly turned red, and it seemed that the wound on his knee no longer hurt.

She dodged her eyes, not daring to look at Jiang Qiao, and said hesitantly: "My family situation is good. I think if we are friends, I will unconditionally support you in anything. As long as you like it, I like you too. ”

She was still immersed in the pink sweet bubbles, but she didn't notice that the smile at the corner of Jiang Qiao's mouth had disappeared.

He felt a breath clearly.

Hypocrisy.

The other party was obviously a little afraid of him at first.

If you really like yourself, why are you afraid?

This girl was different from her, she had never been afraid of herself.

Jiang Qiao's tone was cold and he said without mercy: "You like me"

Xu Cheng nodded.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Qiao changed the topic, "Who are you? I, Jiang Qiao, need you to pity me here? Get out of here, otherwise you will know whether those posts are true."

A dangerous aura emanated from him. Xu Cheng looked up and saw that his expression was not friendly, and it didn't look like he was lying.

His little face suddenly turned pale with fright, and it seemed that he couldn't even move his feet.

All the good feelings Xu Cheng had just now disappeared.

She never thought that the real Jiang Qiao could be so scary.

Seeing that the other party's hand seemed to be reaching out from his pocket, Xu Cheng let out a scream and limped away.

Jiang Qiao sneered slightly, somewhat sarcastically.

Someone outside saw him coming back and said hello to him. Jiang Qiao responded and unlocked the door.

There was some dust in the room, so Jiang Qiao cleaned it briefly and finally walked to the portrait of his adoptive father.

The faces of the people in the portraits are all smiling, and their faces are wrinkled when they smile.

Jiang Qiao still remembered that he once said that it was a good thing that he was not his child, otherwise he would be so ugly that he would not be able to find a wife in the future. Jiang Qiao wiped the dust off the portrait bit by bit, then sat in front of the portrait and spoke in a very soft voice.

"I found someone I like."

"You haven't let me call you dad all this time. You think you are a homeless person. Although I am also an orphan, you are afraid that people at school will laugh at me."

When Jiang Qiao thought of this, it was as if the other party was still there.

He lowered his head and smiled, a smile that was a bit vicissitudes of life and desolation.

After that, he whispered: "Dad."

He didn't say any more words. He knew that if the other party could still hear him, he would understand what he meant.

It was already early in the morning when Yun Fanfan arrived in Milan, Italy. He boarded the plane at eight o'clock in the evening. The flight lasted ten hours. There was a time difference between Milan and China. It was only a little past twelve o'clock in the morning.

After Cui Nan found the hotel, the two of them booked a room.

While Cui Nan went to take a shower, Yun Fanfan took out his phone and clicked on the text message.

It should be only about six o'clock in the morning in China at this time. There are no classes today, and Jiang Qiao may not be up yet.

But she still sent a text message: I'm here.

After sending it, she planned to put down her phone, but before she could put it down, her phone rang.

It's Jiang Qiao's news.

He replied: OK, rest early.

Yun Fanfan asked him: Why did you wake up so early?

There was no reply for a while, and just when she thought the other party would not reply, he suddenly replied: Because I miss you.

Yun Fanpan's cheeks started to feel hot.

She touched it and found it was much hotter than her fingers. She thought about it and replied: I miss you too.

Hey, where is my extra chapter?

It seems that I can’t add more updates today, I’m crying QAQ

(End of chapter)

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