Chapter 7: The little brother next door is a little good (7)
Song Yi waved his hand and ordered.
"You two go together!"
...
Seeing that a fight was about to begin, Miss Feng, who had been eating melon for a while, shook her head.
"childish."
Feng Qian had already learned through the system that the boy who was besieged was the soul fragment of His Highness Mu Yan in this small plane.
Feng Qian touched his chin.
I didn't expect to encounter fragments so soon.
Ugh.
Can't hide from being lazy.
Time to work.
Feng Qian rubbed her head, moved her wrist, her beautiful water eyes narrowed slightly, and walked over slowly.
"Want to fight?"
The girl's sweet voice suddenly came over, and it seemed a little abrupt at this moment.
Several people turned back.
The girl suddenly came into their sight.
Just a gust of breeze blew gently, and the cherry blossoms fell.
The girl in the school uniform slowly walked towards them.
The girl looks very well-behaved and looks too beautiful. When her water eyes blink, she is even more cute and foul.
Several people froze in place.
Ji Mian raised her eyes slightly, just in time to meet the girl's gaze.
He froze for a moment and lowered his eyes.
Ji Mian felt a little strange.
I don't know why, but I don't dare to look at the girl in front of me like that.
He was expressionless and looked away.
Feng Qian walked in front of a few people.
She took a step forward, grabbed the boy's hand, brought him behind her, and blocked him in front of the boy.
Feng Qian said indifferently: "Want to hit him?"
The teenager who was suddenly grabbed by the other party was a little confused at the moment, and he was a little dazed until he was protected by the girl behind him.
Ji Mian lowered his head, and his gaze fell on the hands they were shaking.
The girl's hands are small, white and tender.
very soft.
He suddenly realized something and pulled his hand back in panic.
A lovely pink color gradually climbed up her fair earlobes.
A little overwhelmed.
Ji Mian withdrew her hand, Feng Qian felt that her hand was empty, she raised her eyebrows and looked back at the other party, a little puzzled.
Hate her?
Feng Qian blinked his eyes.
Ugh.
Sure enough, no matter where His Highness is, whether in person or in pieces, he is so aloof and withdrawn, and does not like to be in contact with others.
Feng Qian turned around and looked at the three people across from him.
Song Yi has come to his senses at this moment, and he put on a fierce expression: "Yes, I just want to hit him! Little sister, if you don't let go, this young master will not take pity on Xiangxiyu."
The subtext is, fight with her.
Feng Qian snorted softly, "It's beyond your own power."
The two behind Song Yi were a little hesitant.
"Boss, do you really want to fight this girl?"
"Yes, boss, the other party is a girl..."
And still such a pretty girl.
It's prettier than... than the school flower.
Zhao Yue and Mo Xiaoxu looked at each other.
They can't do it.
Song Yi's blue veins burst out on his forehead, and he raised his hand and gave each of the two people in the back a shudder.
"Two worthless guys."
The two who were beaten covered their heads and dared not speak any more.
Song Yi squinted his eyes into a slit, raised his chin and looked at Feng Qian.
He has the aura to look down on the world... a ghost!
Posture.
"Little sister, do you know who I am?"
Song Yi, the school tyrant of Imperial High School.
The young master of the Song family, one of the four great families in China.
Song Yi doesn't like to study. He hangs out with a group of gangsters all day long. He is a typical playboy.
People from Imperial High School would shy away when they saw him.
Can't afford to fight, but of course can only hide.
Feng Qian searched the original owner's memory, but she didn't seem to have any impression. She asked casually, "Who are you?"
Feng Qian didn't know which point of laughter he hit the other side, only Song Yi and the two people behind him raised their heads and laughed.
"Heh, little sister, this young master is the boss of the school! It annoys me, hehe, little sister, don't cry later."