Behind the window at the end of the corridor on the 5th floor, Zhao Yan, who had a cigarette at his fingertips, saw Huo Qinqin leaving from downstairs. He saw her squinted away while wiping her hands on her face. Seeing this scene, a hint of heartache covered Zhao Yan's eyes, and he knew she was crying.

He wanted to protect her, he wanted to keep her from danger, but she burst into tears first.

Behind the window, Zhao Yan kept watching Huo Qinqin leave his gaze, but still did not retract his gaze. It was not until the cigarette at his fingertips burned to his fingers, and the burning pain made his hand shake. The cigarette butt fell to the ground, and his gaze finally retracted.

He looked down at the cigarette butt on the ground, Zhao Yan crushed it with his feet, turned around and left, and returned to the 4th floor.

The door of the 406 dormitory was open, and Zhang Peng sat on the sofa in the living room with his legs crossed, with a depressed expression on his face. When Zhao Yan appeared at the door, Zhang Peng turned his head and looked at Zhao Yan.

Both of them were a little silent.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhang Peng used his chin to signal the insulation bucket on the coffee table.

"Here! Huo Qinqin gave you chicken soup! Do you drink it?" he said.

Zhao Yan's eyes looked in the direction indicated by Zhang Peng's chin, and fell on the familiar insulation bucket, making him feel even more uncomfortable.

"Don't worry! I'm talking ruthlessly this time. She probably won't bother you again in the future!"

While Zhao Yan was silent, Zhang Peng added another sentence, with a slightly sarcastic smile on his lips. This time he really couldn't stand Zhao Yan's choice. He didn't know why Zhao Yan refused such a good girl as Huo Qinqin. Zhang Peng just felt that Zhao Yan was a little cold-blooded. The girl was so kind to him, but he hurt him so much, and it was inhumane.

Zhao Yan seemed not to hear Zhang Peng's words, stood silently at the door for a while, walked into the living room, took his own lunch box and chopsticks from the cabinet beside the wall, and then walked to Zhang Peng's surprise gaze, sat down next to Zhang Peng, opened the insulation bucket on the coffee table, tore off two chicken legs and a piece of chicken breast, and poured some chicken soup into the lunch box.

Zhang Peng looked at Zhao Yan doing all this silently, and watched Zhao Yan lower his head and eat chicken legs and muscles silently, and drink a sip of chicken soup from time to time. Zhang Peng's eyes gradually became disbelief.

He couldn't believe that Zhao Yan was so shameless that he rejected his affection and hurt his heart. When the girl left, he still had the face to sit here peacefully, eating meat and drinking soup slowly? This was brought by Huo Qinqin. He hurt him so much that he was still embarrassed to eat the chicken he brought?

A fire suddenly arose in Zhang Peng's chest and then grew rapidly. He suddenly felt anger. It was not that Zhao Yan did not call him for eating meat and drinking soup, but that Zhao Yan's shamelessness had broken through his bottom line of being a human being. Zhang Peng suddenly looked down on Zhao Yan very much. No matter how talented Zhao Yan is, no matter how capable he is, no matter how good his kung fu is, he looks down on him!

He made so much money and wanted to eat chicken and drink chicken soup. He could eat it with just a little money. Why do he have the right to eat the chicken that Huo Qinqin just left?

Zhang Peng stood up suddenly, his face was very angry. He stared at Zhao Yan with real contempt, and took a angrily step out of the dormitory, and slammed the dormitory door heavily onto it with a slam.

The sound of slamming the door made Zhao Yan pause in drinking soup. He glanced at the dormitory door that had fallen on. His expression did not change much. He could feel Zhang Peng's anger and disdain, but he didn't want to explain, nor did he want to explain to anyone.

He just wanted to eat the chicken soup stewed for him by Huo Qinqin. He wanted to remember the taste of the chicken soup stewed. Maybe this was the last time, maybe Huo Qinqin would never stew chicken soup for him again in the future.

Zhang Peng left, Zhao Yan lowered his head and ate the chicken and drank the chicken soup. He chewed it slowly, and felt the taste of the chicken soup little by little. It was so delicious. He imagined the situation when Huo Qinqin stewed this chicken soup with his own hands. The loneliness spread throughout Zhao Yan's eyes. The chicken soup was very delicious, but his heart was bitter.

Powerless!

He knew that Huo Qinqin was sad at the moment and needed comfort. He also knew that he was really in love with her and wanted to be with her forever, but he was really powerless.

He didn't want her to accompany him to face the danger and despair that would suddenly come at any time.

A moment of spring and autumn, Pu Faxian

I don't know when I will come to him.

The chicken legs and chicken in the lunch box were finished and the soup was finished. Zhao Yan silently twisted the cover of the insulation bucket and took the insulation bucket into the bedroom desk. The lunch box and chopsticks were not in the mood to wash it. He walked to the balcony outside the bedroom, sat on a stool, with his bipods on the balcony railing, with his back against the wall, and squinted his eyes at the sunset like a burning cloud in the sky.

The sunset was filled with the sky, as beautiful as poetry, but it made him see the sad colors.

He lit a cigarette silently, held it in his mouth, and hugged it weakly in his chest. Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes and thought nothing in his mind. He just looked motionlessly at the sunset in the sky gradually sinking with the setting sun, shrinking little by little, and finally gradually disappearing as the setting sun falls into the horizon.

Zhao Yan wanted to laugh a little, laughing at Lian Shaofeng in his dream, and laughing at him as Zhao Yan himself.

In that dream, someone advised Lian Shaofeng not to take on this task and told Pu Faxian to stop him. Lian Shaofeng was still unmoved. In that dream, Zhao Yan saw confidence on Lian Shaofeng's face, and Lian Shaofeng had the confidence to deal with Pu Faxian.

However, Lian Shaofeng expected that after he arrived in the Ming Dynasty, he would not remember how to use the time retracement?

If you can't use the time to go back, what will Zhao Yan use to fight against Pu Faxian's Spring and Autumn Moment?

"Unreliable"

It was already dark, and Zhao Yan suddenly said these three words disdainfully.

He is talking about Lian Shaofeng! If he is the reincarnation of Lian Shaofeng, he is also saying that he is not reliable.

I dug a hole and bury myself. It makes me feel so funny when I think about it, but Zhao Yan couldn't really laugh out loud.

So he took out his cell phone.

Luo Huaqian had just returned from a shower and was wiping her wet hair with a bath towel in the dormitory. The phone suddenly rang. She picked up the phone casually and saw Zhao Yan's name displayed on the screen. Her hand shook slightly and almost threw it out.

Since she was forced to kiss her in a bar last time, she has been worried these days, worried that Zhao Yan would suddenly ask her to go out at night on a whim and then do similar excessive things to her.

Her kung fu is no match for him, and even if she resists, it is useless. She has been worried for so many days, and the final exam is about to end. This semester is about to end. She finally gradually felt relieved. Unexpectedly, as the semester is about to end, his phone suddenly came over again.

Because of this call, Luo Huaqian's mood and breathing suddenly became chaotic, her chest was fluctuating, and her eyes lost their usual coldness. After several consecutive changes in her face, she barely adjusted her mood and answered the call.

"Hello?"

Luo Huaqian spoke nervously.

Zhao Yan didn't make a sound immediately on the phone, but Luo Huaqian could hear his breathing, which made her mood fluctuate a little more. I don't know what he wanted to do when he suddenly called this time.

"Last time place! Come out and drink with me"

Zhao Yan finally spoke, and the content of his words was influenced by Luo Huaqian, but the tone and voice of his speech today were beyond Luo Huaqian's expectations.

Luo Huaqian unexpectedly heard the feeling of fatigue and loneliness in his voice.

"I"

Luo Huaqian was about to say her reply, but Zhao Yan had already hung up the phone. Listening to the blind voice on the phone, Luo Huaqian was a little hesitant between her eyebrows. Or not to go?

If he goes, he might be molested by him again. If he doesn't go, he will have more reason to molest her next time. After he forced her to kiss her last time, the reason he gave was to punish her for not responding to his date invitation.

The night is charming, and at a table next to the window of the bar, Zhao Yan held a goblet in his hand, unconsciously shaking the red wine in the glass, and looked at the night view of the Qinhuai River outside the glass window with a lonely look.

There was a bottle of red wine that had been opened on the table, and there was a goblet opposite it on the table, and there was some red wine in the cup, which was as red as blood.

There were a few barbecue in the middle of the table, eating barbecue and drinking red wine. It was indeed very willful, which was in line with Zhao Yan's style.

Luo Huaqian walked into the dance bar. When she came here, she saw this scene. The first thing she saw was Zhao Yan's back. She found that Zhao Yan's back was a little hunched tonight, looking at the night view outside the window. If he hadn't been shaking the red wine in the glass unconsciously, he would have looked like a sculpture.

Luo Huaqian was wearing a denim suit tonight, both of which were both on the upper and lower body. From this, it was probably possible to guess that she was alert to Zhao Yan tonight, but accidentally, this outfit completely outlined her good figure.

"You seem unhappy?"

After Luo Huaqian sat down opposite Zhao Yan, she saw Zhao Yan still looking at the night view outside the window without moving. Somehow, she suddenly spoke, trying to break the dull atmosphere.

She succeeded, Zhao Yan's eyes were taken back from the window, and his scattered eyes were cast on her face, and he pursed his lips. Zhao Yan raised the goblet in his hand to her.

"cheers!"

The low voice made Luo Huaqian more and more sure of her judgment, which also made her more and more alert. Zhao Yan was in a bad mood, who would have expected what he would do tonight?

Luo Huaqian picked up the wine glass, touched Zhao Yan gently, and then drank with Zhao Yan. She took a sip. When the wine glass left her lips, she saw Zhao Yan drank all the red wine in the glass in one sip. Zhao Yan raised his eyes and looked at the goblet in her hand. Luo Huaqian's heart thumped, and quickly put the wine glass to her mouth again, and drank all the red wine in the glass in one sip.

If drinking can avoid irritating Zhao Yan, Luo Huaqian would rather drink with him.

Sure enough, seeing her drinking the wine in her glass, Zhao Yan held the corner of her mouth slightly, showed a faint smile, said nothing, and showed no sign of getting angry. He grabbed the wine bottle on the table and injected some red wine into her and his own glass.

At the beginning, Luo Huaqian was a little nervous. Zhao Yan raised her glass and raised her glass. When Zhao Yan was eating barbecue on the table, she looked at Zhao Yan. Gradually, as a bottle of red wine went down, her tense mood slowly slowed down. Although she was still vigilant, she was no longer so nervous. When Zhao Yan was eating barbecue, she also ate it.

Especially as a blond European and American girl on the bar performance stage played a piano music on the stage and sang an English song with beautiful melodies, Luo Huaqian's nervousness became even more relieved, and she also turned her head slightly and began to appreciate the performance on the stage.

The blond and blue-eyed little girl grew up pretty. She was shrouded by a beam of light above the stage, as if she was bathed in the morning light, like an elf in the forest.

Her slender and fair fingers danced on the black and white keys, as if they could touch the warm voices in people's hearts, which made people unconsciously quiet. Like the atmosphere in the bar at this moment, under the performance of this European and American little girl, the originally noisy and noisy bar gradually quieted down. Luo Huaqian noticed that many guests closed their eyes slightly and listened carefully to this wonderful English song, although many people couldn't understand the meaning of the lyrics.

After all, there were a few people who were proficient in English in the Ming Dynasty. On the contrary, many people outside the Ming Dynasty worked hard to learn Chinese because the Ming Dynasty is the most powerful country in the world today.

The blonde girl on the stage was probably a foreign student who came to study abroad in Daming, singing here to earn tuition.

Zhao Yan's English is not good either, so he can't understand the meaning of this English song, but he also admitted that the song has a good melody and the singer sang it very well.

This made his hand holding the wine glass not raise it up for a while.

"Are you a little afraid of me?"

After listening to a song for most of the time, Zhao Yan's eyes suddenly changed slightly and fell on Luo Huaqian's face, asking casually.

Zhao Yan's words made Luo Huaqian take his eyes off the stage, and looked at Zhao Yan with a bit complicated look, silently and said, "You are very domineering!"

This is Luo Huaqian's evaluation of Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan's lips curled lazily, raised his wine glass again, looked at Luo Huaqian with his eyes slightly slanted, and said, "Since that's the case, let's make a bet! If you win, I promise not to be overbearing tonight!"

Luo Huaqian picked up the wine glass and clinked it with the wine glass in Zhao Yan's hand. When the wine glass was close to his mouth, he asked, "How to bet?"

Zhao Yan took a sip of wine and placed the wine glass on the table, then smiled and said, "Just bet on whether I will be domineering tonight! If you guessed it, I won't be domineering!"

Luo Huaqian put his wine glass on his lips, didn't drink or put it down, just looked at Zhao Yan coldly, and had an impulse in his heart to kill him!

How to bet on this?

No matter which one she guessed, he could say that he guessed wrong, and then she was the one who was unlucky.

She felt that she shouldn't have come tonight, and now she can't even leave if she wants to.

Zhao Yan admired Luo Huaqian's speechless expression with interest, and the curve of the corners of his mouth became bigger and bigger. Finally, he lowered his head and laughed silently.

Luo Huaqian depressedly placed the wine glass directly on the table. Since she was going to be unlucky tonight, what would she do with him to drink? Will she cooperate with him to create a better atmosphere of rogue?

However, what surprised her was that after Zhao Yan smiled, he continued to drink, and did not force her to drink, nor did he act like a hooligan to her. It will be continued
Chapter completed!