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Mu Xiaoxiao didnât say anything else.
Ye sijue and Yin Shaojie, who were standing behind them, exchanged a look. They had obviously heard their conversation.
Ye sijue leaned closer and asked Yin Shaojie, â do you think Shijun likes qiqing? â
âIâve never heard him mention it.â Yin Shaojie said.
âMaybe even if he does like her, heâs just like you in the beginning, not realizing his feelings.â Ye sijue thought of this possibility.
âThatâs not impossible.â Yin Shaojieâs gaze was slightly sharp as he looked at song Shijun, who was not far away. &Quot; itâs just that ... I think he has his own thoughts. Letâs not interfere. &Quot;â
The corner of ye sijueâs mouth twitched. &Quot; Iâm not planning to interfere. Itâs just gossip. &Quot;
Yin Shaojie gave him a look. &Quot; when did you start to like gossip? â
Ye sijue smiled but didnât say anything.
On the other side.
Han qiqing tugged at song Shijunâs sleeve, telling him to do something bad.
âDonât mess around, Iâm not doing it!â Song Shijun refused.
She actually asked him to ask for someone elseâs wings for her to wear. He couldnât bring himself to say such things.
Han qiqing patted him and said gloomily, â you went to praise the girl and then said that youâre just lending her for us to take photos. Whatâs there to be embarrassed about? â
&Quot; since youâre not embarrassed, you can go and borrow it. Besides, youâre a girl. Wouldnât it be more convenient for you to go and borrow it? â Song Shijun wanted to snatch his sleeve back from her, but han qiqing held on to it tightly.
âItâs different! Youâre a boy and a handsome one at that. If you praise her for her beauty, sheâll definitely lend it to you. Alright, alright, Shijun, youâre the best. Shijun, youâre the best man in the world!â Han qiqing complimented him in all sorts of ways, not stingy with her own words of praise at all.
Song Shijun was at his witâs end. &Quot; I really donât know if I owe you anything in my past life. &Quot;
When han qiqing heard this, she knew that he was willing.
She chuckled. &Quot; no, no, no. Shijun, you must have been an Angel in your past life! Hurry up, Pikachu, Iâll wait for your good news!â
Song Shijun reached out and touched her forehead, then walked over.
What han qiqing wanted was the wings on the backs of the girls in the parade. They were angel wings made of white feathers, and they shone with a pure glow under the sun.
However, when song Shijun returned, he brought back a pair of colorful butterfly wings.
Han qiqing moaned and hit him. &Quot; thatâs not what I want! &Quot;
âI think this one suits you better, flower butterfly.â Song Shijun laughed teasingly.
âGet lost! I want the wings of an angel!â Han qiqing pushed the colorful wings into his arms and let him carry them himself.
âYou really donât want it? Then Iâll give it to Xiaoxiao.â
As he said that, he walked towards mu Xiaoxiao.
Han qiqing glared at him.
âXiaoxiao, this is for you.â Song Shijun really did give the colorful butterfly wings to mu Xiaoxiao.
Mu Xiaoxiao was pleasantly surprised as she took it. &Quot; thank you! &Quot;
Seeing the light in mo Xiaomengâs eyes, ye sijue leaned close to her ear and asked, â do you want it? â
Mo Xiaomeng nodded. &Quot; yeah! &Quot;
Ye sijue pinched her cheek and walked to the side.
After a short while, he borrowed the same colorful wings.
With the colorful wings on her back, mo Xiaomengâs face was full of happiness and smiles. She turned to look at qiqing and asked in a sweet and soft voice, â qiqing, do you want it? â
Han qiqing looked at the two of them and saw that they were both wearing the same type of colorful wings.
He immediately changed his mind.
âShijun, go and borrow another one. I want this one too!â