Cheng Anyue took a look at the car by the side of the road, saw that it was coming to pick her up, looked at the Song Dynasty and said, "I'll go first. See you next week."

"We can go home together next Monday?" Asked the Song Dynasty.

Seeing Cheng Anyue looking at himself, the Song Dynasty turned its head, coughed and said, "it's more convenient to do this."

Cheng Anyue nodded. They are neighbors. They can study together after they go home. They are not afraid of being surrounded by Liu Xinbei.

"Well!" Cheng Anyue nodded, "then I'll go first."

The Song Dynasty stood in the same place, watching Cheng Anyue step by step toward the black Maybach. I don't know why, he had an illusion in his heart, as if it was an abyss black hole.

Suddenly, he felt a little uneasy and frowned. He walked directly across the road.

Inside the car, a pair of sharp and cold eyes looked at the scenes at the school gate early. His thin lips slightly pursed, and the dangerous color in his eyes flashed by. The temperature inside the car was extremely cold.

Anyuan looks at the front, but his palms are sweating, because he knows that the young master is not in a good mood.

Also, anyone who has been waiting at the school gate for more than an hour will not be happy to see the person waiting talking and laughing with other boys.

What's more, this person is still the owner of his home, counting by hundreds of thousands a second.

So he just pressed the horn, or had to.

No one can bear the anger of an's owner, but maybe not to that extent.

The door opens and the air-conditioning shop comes. Cheng Anyue is stunned and sees a young man sitting in the back seat of the car.

She was surprised and said, "young master?"

He, why did he come to pick her up again.

An Shijue seemed to know what she was thinking. She said indifferently, "by the way!"

Cheng Anyue nodded and got on the bus without thinking much.

Anyuan takes a look at an Shijue in the rearview mirror. He just bumps into his line of sight and starts the car.

Cheng Anyue leans on the back of her chair. Although she still doesn't dare to get close to an Shijue, it's obvious that her posture is much looser than before. She is no longer defensive and even afraid of the people around her.

The car is very quiet, or the quiet atmosphere is no different from before.

But Cheng Anyue just felt uncomfortable. She glanced at the people next to her.

He folded his legs and leaned on the back of the chair, looking at the front with cold eyes. The whole person was like a statue, motionless, but even the statue, it was also cool and cool.

Cheng Anyue felt that she should say something to ease the atmosphere. She said, "young master, are you a little late from work recently?"

An Shi Jue didn't speak. If you look carefully, you will find that there are some slight looseness in his dark eyes.

Cheng Anyue lowered her head and said to herself, "young master, I don't want to interfere in your work, or I think you should have a good rest."

Because she was thirsty several times, she poured water and found that the light in her study was still on. At that time, the clock had already turned.

In fact, when she settled down, she vaguely knew that an Shijue had a bad relationship with an Zhengyang's father and son. It can be imagined that he lived alone in such a big house.

She thinks she will feel lonely when she lives alone. In the dead of night, an Shijue will have the same idea.

She is going to leave soon. She always feels that if she doesn't say something, she may not have a chance to say it in the future.

"Who taught you that?" The person beside suddenly asks a way.

Cheng Anyue was stunned. She turned her head to look at him and replied, "no one taught me."

An Shijue's eyes were slightly tight and said indifferently: "so, is this sending warmth? Besides, it's just before we leave. "

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