Chapter 218 Poor as always

   Chapter 218 Poor as always

   “Few people can empathize.” Lin Jiao smiled with a smile: “Gu Quan, the past is over.”

   Her voice is very soft, like the evening wind blowing around, enough to make people feel calm.

  Gu Quan snuffed out the cigarette butt: “Yeah.” The sullen qi in his heart dissipated along with the smoke: “Thank you for chatting with me.”

   “It’s alright.” Lin Jiao played with the balloon string, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at He Qi’s figure: “He’s here.”

“ignore him.”

   “Brother Quan.” As soon as Gu Quan’s final voice fell, a faint sound of the chair being pulled open came into his ears: “What are you talking about?”

   “Does it have anything to do with you?”

   “Don’t rush like that.” He Qi didn’t mean to avoid Lin Jiao, and asked with a smile, “Do you want to know about me and Tian Tian?”

“In no mood.”

   “We slept many times.” He observed Gu Quan’s reaction: “The first time at my house, you even helped us pick up wine bottles.”

   His arrogant face was exactly the same as when he found Lin Jiao, which was extremely disgusting.

   She sneered: “Being a lover should be worse than having a crush, right? You are still pitiful as always.”

   Familiar words lingered in his ears, and He Qi, who was recalled, turned gloomy.

   He gave Lin Jiao a deep look: “No matter how pitiful I am, I won’t be as cheap as you, understand? A plaything.”

“boom-”

  Gu Quan kicked on his chair.

   Just when he grabbed He Qi’s collar and was about to teach him a lesson, Lin Jiao took the lead and slapped him: “You are so disgusting.”

   “In a hurry?” He Qi blew up the hair between his foreheads, not paying attention to the burning pain: “Does the plaything want to be straightened?”

   “Why don’t you keep your mouth clean!” Gu Quan smashed his fist into his face, more angry than learning that they had slept.

   The moment they scuffled together, Pei Yilan, who rushed over with the dice cup, smashed He Qi’s back.

   She slammed and scolded: “Stupid than something!”

  The scene was a mess, the desks and chairs that were lying on the ground were kicked away, and various voices were mixed together, making it noisy.

   Qu Wenhao and two classmates, who came up to pull the frame, accidentally took a few punches to separate them.

   “Okay.” He stood in the middle of them: “It’s an engagement banquet for Qian Yongjun and his wife anyway, so save your face and stop making trouble.”

   “Huh.” He Qi, who was hanging the color, sneered again and again.

   He looked at the man on the opposite side, and left a sentence of unknown meaning: “Brother Quan, her voice is very nice.”

  Song Zhen frowned.

   He retracted his gaze and held Gu Quan’s shoulder. In order to appease his emotions, he didn’t mention Su Tian at all.

   “Brother Quan.” He handed a cigarette: “You are bleeding from the corner of your mouth, can I accompany you to get some medicine?”

   Gu Quan felt the pain in the corner of his mouth.

   He patted the dust on his shoulders and trouser legs a few times, then turned to look at Lin Jiao on the left: “Jiaojiao, are you injured?”

“No.”

   “How are you going? Do you want me to **** you?”

  Lin Jiao refused very simply: “No.” She put down the champagne glass and dragged Pei Yilan to sit down: “Go to the hospital first.”

   “Okay.” Gu Quan and Song Zhen left together.

   Not long after they left, Pei Yilan, who had not calmed down, asked what happened just now: “What did that fool He Qi say?”

   “Go back and talk to you.”

   “You ask where the uncle is.” She couldn’t wait to jump into the melon field and eat two mouthfuls of melon.

  Lin Jiao clicked on the unread WeChat, and before he had time to reply to him, he called in a phone call.

   “Wife.” Pei Zhi’s unique warm voice came out of the receiver: “Why didn’t you get back to me?”

   (end of this chapter)