Day 7, afternoon.

How could Qin Shuang not know where she would leave?

Even though Yang Yan had never talked to her in secret, she knew in her heart that she had performed unsatisfactorily during this period.

But, just leave...

She was unwilling to give up.

Qin Shuang's eyes turned slightly, she looked at the 'boy' and asked softly: "Are you very proud, Song Ye?"

Fenghua looked at the girl who had made an appointment with him and met in the tea room. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes blinked and pretended to be puzzled and asked back: "Hmm? Why am I proud?"

Qin Shuang turned around, bent down and picked up the paper cup, and took a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice. The quiet sound of water flowing, accompanied by her slightly gloomy voice, sounded gently in the quiet tea room.

"Look, you told M God that the tea room of King Club was too monotonous, and the next day I shipped a bucket of freshly squeezed juice. Today was orange juice, yesterday was watermelon juice, and every day was different."

“…”

"And we have five of us, and you are the only one who stays in the end."

“…”

"You said, are you very lucky?"

She said, raising her head, her eyes that were delicately drawn with eyeliner, seemed to be hardened with poison, which made her heart suddenly feel cold.

Unfortunately, Her Majesty the Queen was not scared at all - she had seen even more bloodthirsty and murderous eyes. The jealous eyes of a little girl like Qin Shuang, who had not stained with blood in her hands, were not painful or itchy at all.

Fenghua smiled, and a charming curve appeared on the corner of the gorgeous lips, and said with a playful look: "You don't remind me, I haven't noticed it yet. I didn't expect the great god to be so kind to me. In this way, should I be proud?"

“…”

Qin Shuang's face was distorted.

She knew that Song Ye was Song Ye and Color was Color. She should not confuse the two. Even if she took off her anger - even Qin Shuang herself felt that it was too far-fetched.

But, ‘Song Ye’ is so annoying!

The sense of crisis this "teenager" gave her was much more than Song Cai.

That person was so nice to Song Ye that she was jealous. Even if they were all boys.

Qin Shuang gritted her teeth and said, "Song Ye, you should be proud now. Because after a while, you won't be able to laugh..."

"Qin Shuang, what do you want to do?" Feng Hua deliberately looked like he was facing a great enemy, looking at her with a vigilant look.

"Scared?"

Seeing the "teenager" showing fear and even his eyes were faintly panicked, the girl's beautiful face finally slowly showed a smile.

It was just that smile, with an indescribable charm.

She asked slowly, one word, one word:

"Song Ye, you said, if you were charged with attempted *****, would the King Team still want you?"

Before Fenghua could answer, Qin Shuang said to herself: "king is the best-reputable e-sports team in China. Even if God M values ​​you, it will never allow the entire team to be infected with such stains, right?"

“…”

Fenghua couldn't help rolling her eyes.

*****Tested?

*****who?

Are you?

I am better looking than you, richer than you, and harder than you.

Who gives you the confidence that I will look down on you?

Please, Miss, do you want to be a little face?

Her Majesty the Queen complained in her heart, but she pretended to be extremely scared of being hit by the slap, and scolded in panic: "Qin Shuang, don't do it nonsense, it will not do you any good for doing this!"

The words are over.
Chapter completed!