Chapter 7： 007 (2/2)

And what does her reading here have to do with Chen Yaoyang?

When it was almost 6:40, Qiao Lan collected the books and prepared to go back to the classroom. As soon as she turned her head, she saw Chen Yaoyang abducted from the back of the cafeteria.

Qiao Lan: ...

She finally understood the meaning of the girl just now.

This place is probably the only way for Chen Yaoyang every morning.

Qiao Lan frowned when she remembered the girl's words just now, a little irritable, and when she raised her head, she turned to look at the boys around Chen Yaoyang with profound eyes and Chen Yaoyang's irritable faces.

You are upset.

She is more irritable.

Never come to this ghost place to endorse again.

So that day, Qiao Lan deliberately endorsed a chat about Chen Yaoyang from the class. Qiao Lan walked out of the classroom speechlessly, and happened to meet Tan Mo who had just come.

Although Tan Mo ignored her last time, Qiao Lan greeted Tan Mo.

After saying hello, he didn't say anything, just smiled and turned around and entered the classroom.

Tan Mo looked at Qiao Lan's back with heavy eyes for a long time.

This is the fifth time this girl greeted him.

Not specifically looking for him, but after meeting him, he would naturally say good morning or noon, but Tan Mo never responded.

He has refused so many times, why do you want to say good morning to him.

She couldn't see the possibility that he wanted her to stay away from him, or that he didn't respond to her.

Ever since Tan Mo decided to hide himself and decided not to believe in anyone's goodwill, no one had spoken to him again and again.

His mother said that this would reject many people who were kind to him, but Tan Mo did not regret it at all.

Because since he refused, those who had teased him never succeeded.

Except for his mother, no one in this world would treat him kindly for no reason.

In fifteen years, Tan Mo had already seen everything well, and the warm and cold feelings were always what he should have.

Just like this girl's initiative, maybe next time, it will disappear cleanly.

Tan Mo lowered his eyelashes, turned the wheelchair again and silently returned to his seat.

But fate, this girl, seems to be different again.

One afternoon two days later, on the school campus, Tan Mo was turning his wheelchair as before, but he heard a familiar voice again.

Qiao Lan stood two meters away from Tan Mo and said hello to Tan Mo, ”Good afternoon.”

Tan Mo looked up at the girl in front of him, his eyes cold, still silent.

Qiao Lan has gradually gotten used to Tan Mo's attitude, and perhaps no one has spoken in the class or at home recently. Qiao Lan talks a little bit.

Qiao Lan moved closer to Tan Mo, ”Let me push you.”

Tan Mo's fingers on the wheelchair tightened uncomfortably for a moment, and the whole person was on the verge of an enemy, ”Go away!”

He didn't care what the girl was called, but he had to care why she approached him again and again.

All active concern is a potential persecution for Tan Mo.

Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo, who was suddenly nervous, and regretted the scene that she took the initiative to push Tan Mo that day.

Obviously, Tan Mo is very resistant to human approach.

Qiao Lan returned again.

She was not a person who couldn't speak, but she didn't know what to say when facing Tan Mo. She was always afraid that she had said something wrong, so she turned her head and glanced at Tan Mo.

The long hair covers the eyes, the bridge of the nose is tall and beautiful, and the lips are stretched into an indifferent arc, slightly dry.

Dry lips... Qiao Lan glanced at the water cup in her hand, thought about it and said again, ”Then, do you want to drink water, I can make a glass for you by the way.”

As soon as the voice fell, Tan Mo's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he heard the cruelest and most terrifying words, his fingers stubbornly grasped the wheelchair, and the wheelchair staggered horizontally with Qiao Lan in an instant.

Tan Mo's voice was as cold as the winter of the twelfth lunar month.

”No need to.”

”leave me alone.”

Qiao Lan stared blankly at Tan Mo's back. Even though Tan Mo only said two words, Qiao Lan understood that Tan Mo was angry.

His own words made Tan Mo angry.

But Qiao Lan thought and thought, but couldn't remember which word she touched Tan Mo's pain.

She said three sentences, Qiao Lan analyzed the three sentences in her mind over and over again, but she still couldn't think of it.

What did I say wrong.