Chapter 1606 (1/2)

The girl's name is Liu Yue.

Song Lingling blinked doubtfully: ”just pen.”

”Why is it so hot?” Liu Yue rubbed her fingers.

Up to now, she also felt the pain of burning her fingers.

”Hot?” Song Lingling is more confused.

She opened the iron box, which contained two pens and a ballpoint pen.

There is nothing. How can it be hot?

”You see, I have several pens in my pencil box, nothing else.”

Everyone put their heads together. There's really nothing in it but laughter.

Yijun gets up. At the age of 17, he is 1.8 meters tall.

When he got up, all the open iron boxes came into his eyes.

To load a pen?

He picked up his eyebrows, took a puff from the corner of his eyes, and looked at Song Lingling with the eyes of a fool.

Such a magical iron box, which is used to hold a pen?

When he touched it, he was also burned, but not every time

You look at the back of song Lingling's head: ”this iron box is very unique. Can you show it to me?”

Yijun's voice is very pleasant, magnetic and mellow.

Song Lingling hears the sound and suddenly looks back at him in surprise.

Song Lingling is so handsome!

So high!

She had to look up to see his face.

Song Lingling sips her mouth and hands the iron box to Yijun.

Yijun is preparing to receive the iron box.

But when the iron box fell into his hands, there was no temperature, and it was still cold.

Liu Yue frowned and looked at Yijun strangely: ”eh, isn't it hot?”

You look down at the iron box.

The surface is polished, and the golden light inside is more dazzling.

It should be held and touched frequently to have such a smooth body.

Yijun looks up at Song Lingling and says, ”I want to buy it. How much...”

”Not for sale!”

Even before Yijun finished, song Lingling's face suddenly changed, and she snatched back the iron box without Yijun's precaution.

She held the iron box tightly in her arms and looked at Yijun with a little caution and defense in her eyes. ”This box is very important to me. I won't sell it for any money!”

Her reaction is beyond Yijun's imagination. Yijun picks up her eyebrows and looks at Song Lingling with eyes.

Song Lingling turns around. At this time, the class bell rings and the students quickly disperse.

Yijun sits down and looks at Song Lingling's eyes.

Song Lingling seems to be aware of his eyes, thinking that he was making a decision. She has been alert to him ever since.

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noon.

Song Lingling and her deskmate song Mei come to school canteen to have dinner.

The canteen is very spacious, with enough tables and chairs.

After dinner, they found a seat by the window.

Song Lingling ate scrambled tomato eggs and cabbage.

Song Mei's family is not short of money. She doesn't worry about what she eats or drinks. She beats braised pork, sliced chicken, fried shrimp, etc.

Seeing that song Lingling only eats tomatoes, scrambled eggs and cabbage, she thinks that song Lingling is poor and has no money to eat well.

She picked up a chicken wing and looked at Song Lingling and asked, ”do you want it?”

Song Lingling raised her eyes, looked at the chicken wings and said with a smile, ”I don't like meat. I usually eat meat very much. Thank you.”

Take back the eyes that fall on the wings of the chicken, inadvertently see the Yijun in front.

Yijun is just looking at her.

Song Lingling's heart tightened when they looked at each other.

The boy's eyes are too naked!

He wrote all over his face, interested in her box.

Song Lingling grabbed the bag and held it tightly in her arms!

She gave Yijun a warning stare. She won't sell the casket!

She held the bag tightly, holding chopsticks in one hand, and quickly picked up the rice.

Song Mei is aware of her difference. She raises her eyes from time to time and looks forward. Song Mei looks up to the front.

At a glance, I saw Yijun, who was elegant and full of noble spirit, looking at Song Lingling without expression.

Song Mei was stunned, and then she asked song Lingling, ”he won't like you, will he?”

”Who is he?” Song Lingling asked.

”What kind of school grass do we learn, handsome?”

”What's his name?”

”King Yijun.”

”I just met him. How could he look at me?” He is interested in her box!

”Although he is poor, he looks very good. There are many girls in our school like him.”

Poor?

Song Lingling questions song Mei's words.

Yijun's breath is not like that of the poor.

But the clothes he wears are so common that they can't be more common. They should be very easy to wear.But even so, it does not affect his perfect appearance.

Song Lingling raised her eyes and looked at Yijun.