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Mu Jingchen looked at her steadily: "You're not." ”

You're not.

It's just three simple words, which came out of Mu Jingchen's mouth, but it was inexplicably heartwarming.

How many people think she is?

Her classmates all said that she was scheming and shameless;

Her teacher didn't bother to look at her again;

Among the good friends, even Jiang Muyang, to this day, is still protecting Yan Siqing.

Xia Yimo smiled and spread her hands helplessly: "The funniest thing is that everyone thinks it's my fault, but in the end, the teacher was expelled from prison, and Yan Siqing dropped out of school directly!" ”

"That's why I didn't take you to the last class reunion."

"That's because they're blind." happened to encounter a red light, Mu Jingchen stopped, raised his hand and rubbed her little head.

Xia Yimo's heart warmed.

turned his little head and met Mu Jingchen's gaze, gentle, cherished, and even self-blamed.

Everyone thinks it's her fault.

I thought that if I suddenly told Mu Jingchen about this, he would question, be suspicious, shocked, and even doubtful, but he never thought about it, he didn't hesitate, and said, "It's them who are blind."

"Mu Jingchen, you don't have anything you want to ask?" Xia Yimo asked.

"No, I'm not blind, I know what you look like." Mu Jingchen replied.

Xia Yimo didn't say anything about depression after all.

He laughed like a fool while talking about it.

Mu Jingchen took a deep look at her, drove the car to the street where the gym was, and asked, "Yan Siqing also went to the café today?" ”

Xia Yimo nodded: "Later, I was annoyed and left in anger." ”

When Yan Siqing was mentioned, Xia Yimo thought of Jiang Muyang, who had asked her today, and raised the corners of her lips funny, and said puzzledly: "I think Jiang Muyang is also amazing." ”

"When I was in junior high school, I heard Yan Siqing say that Jiang Muyang smashed countless love letters to her, but he hasn't chased anyone yet." Xia Yimo spread his hands again: "And I lied to me for Yan Siqing, sure enough, my sweetheart is much more important than my friends." ”

"Huh." Mu Jingchen smiled.

Isn't it certain that Jiang Muyang's love letter to Yan Siqing was to be handed over to her Xia Yimo?

If that's the case, Yan Siqing likes Jiang Muyang, and Jiang Muyang likes Xia Yimo, then there is a reason for her to be sold by Yan Siqing.

Yan, Si, Qing.

Mu Jingchen's eyes suddenly sank, Xia Yimo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, poked him with his small hand, and asked, "You shouldn't have seen the photo posted by Song Kexin, are you angry?" ”

"A little."

Mu Jingchen parked the car, unbuckled his seat belt, looked at her with a faint gaze, raised his hand and knocked on her little head and smiled evilly: "I told me to do my homework before, I even pushed the gym, and I went with other men on my back, and I want to pinch you to death every minute." ”

"I'm not lying to you!" Xia Yimo followed him out of the car.

Mu Jingchen pulled her to his side: "Of course I know, so I won't really beat you!" ...... After all, you can't help but fight. ”

Xia Yimo: "......"

It turned out that it was because she couldn't help beating, so Mu Jingchen didn't beat her?

Xia Yimo and Mu Jingchen walked into the gym, as if they suddenly remembered something, and crooked their little heads: "Speaking of which, Jiang Muyang said that he saw the news of my little bamboo horse, so I just went with him, but he didn't tell me in the end, and he was really deceived." ”

Mu Jingchen's body stiffened suddenly.

His expression immediately sank, and the hand holding Xia Yimo's shoulder suddenly tightened, and he asked rhetorically: "Jiang Muyang is not your childhood sweetheart?" ”

"No, he's just my junior high school classmate, and I haven't seen him for a long time." Xia Yimo replied: "We've only been classmates for a few years. ”

Mu Jingchen frowned and asked, "Where is your bamboo horse now?" ”

"Don't be angry, my bamboo horse...... Missing. ”