So why don't he like to talk?

People are so handsome and speak well. They really don't leave ordinary people.

No ... what am I thinking about!

Shan Qi cleared his throat, "Keke, then ... what, then you, you can speak."

As soon as the words were exported, Shan Qi couldn't wait to fly back to shoot the last second to death. How do I talk? Will you speak? Usually, how can I ask such a stupid question!

Fortunately, he didn't mind such a stupid question at the table, and it was "um."

Qin Yimu turned away.

Someone over there asked the barbecue why it hasn't been.

Shan Qi knew what this person was going to listen to his ears, and he didn't chase the question.

Mao Junyu looked at these two people happily. As a result, Qin Yimu had gone for a long time, and Shan Qiyi kept looking at him. This look ... Mao Junyu couldn't help calling him: "Qiye, Qiye!"

Shan Qi turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "Huh?" Means what happened.

Mao Junyu couldn't help but laugh, "Do you know what you just look like?"

"what?"

"Like seeing the dream in the dream -ah! Wrong Qiye!"

As soon as the words fell, a single bottle of juice was hit, and after Mao Junyu avoided, he fell two bottles.

They just asked a basket of fruit juice. Mao Junyu hid aside and grabbed it. He grabbed the juice in his hands before he was beaten. Take it, the result is too late.

The bottle of juice bypassed Mao Junyu straight and went straight to the table behind.

Shan Qizhen himself did not expect that Mao Junyu did not catch it, his pupils suddenly shrink, and he quickly got up to chase. However, the next moment, a five -finger slender and clear hand grabbed the bottle of drink.

Without hurting, Shan Qi was relieved.

But looking up ... Is Qin Yimu?

Qin Yimu walked over with the fruit juice, and it was still expressionless.

Let Shan Qi feel a feeling of finding his own account. Although he has a bad temper, it is not unreasonable. This is his fault. This is fortunately. Severe.

It was nothing even if Qin Yimu was trained.

However, Qin Yimu didn't seem to be training him. Instead, he picked his thumb slightly in front of his face, ‘Bang’ ... Picking the juice bottle cap with his fingertips, and then put the juice in front of him.

If you say nothing, turn your head and leave.

Mao Junyu blinked with the juice full of juice, and was amazed: "Handsome." Speaking, he reached out and took the bottle to be opened by Qin Yimu.

Shan Qi slapped up, "Go, drink yourself."

Mao Junyu touched the back of the beaten hand to speak. Qin returned with Mu, put down a cool dish.

Chapter 5 Barbecue

With a sound of ‘一 ，’, the non -slip ring of the table and the plate of the plate made a collision sound.

The small cold dishes are very simple. After all kinds of cold dishes are mixed, pick out a little of each and put them in it. It is not particularly attractive, but it is also a bit cool and greasy against the backdrop of the grilled meat and seafood on the table.

Mao Junyu looked at Xiao Liangcai and then at Qin Yimu's busy figure, he couldn't help but wonder, "Did he poison...?"

The voice stopped abruptly, and right across from him, Shan Qiye ate two peanuts in a row.

Hearing Mao Junyu's words, Shan Qiye was speechless, raised his hand and turned the direction of his chopsticks, tapped him with the head of his chopsticks, and said, "Watch less palace fighting dramas!"

Mao Junyu rubbed the sore spot on his head, and asked suspiciously, "When did you build a bridge of friendship with Qin Yimu behind your back?"

From the daytime class, when Qin Yimu handed him snacks, he felt something was wrong.

What is the difference between feeding one and eating one? Maybe it's just not feeding it to the mouth by hand.

Mao Junyu held the juice bottle in his mouth and said vaguely, "Qin Yimu is already famous, do you know that?"

"What?" Shan Qiye is not interested in some gossip and gossip, and naturally he doesn't know how famous Qin Yimu is. However, he can still know about Qin Yimu's gossip.

Shan Qiye propped his chin with one hand, put down his chopsticks, picked up the juice, and raised his eyebrows at him, "Tell me?"

Mao Junyu cleared his throat, and when he leaned forward, he seemed to want to whisper to Shan Qiye, giving people a very hidden feeling.

The cluttered atmosphere around seemed to hold up a protective barrier for their quiet little place. For a while, the ears voluntarily abandoned the noisy sounds next to them, just waiting for Mao Junyu's next words.

Then……

"Oh, forget it, my news is also gossip news, so I can't count it."

Shan Qiye: "???"

As soon as he picked up the plate of side dishes, he wanted to lift it, but he turned it around in his hand, and thought that this thing was sent by Qin Yimu, and Qin Yimu was still standing beside him, so he started to lift the plate , that gives a bad impression.

So, Shan Qiye put down the things on his hand, Mao Junyu's dodging posture was ready the moment he tried to throw the plate, but Shan Qiye didn't throw it, he smiled, "What's the matter, seventh master, do you feel sorry for me?"

Shan Qiye smashed the mineral water bottle with his backhand and expressed it with action.

The water in the mineral water bottle only had a bottom that could not be poured out. It jumped on the ground and splashed a few drops, and then fell with a 'bang bang bang'.

Shan Qiye raised his chin, see? That's where you end up.

Mao Junyu narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Qin Yimu was admitted from another school, and it is said that it has something to do with his family."

"When I was in class, I found the post at his previous school. Many people were talking about Qin Yimu's cold personality and completely inhumane. No one could talk to him for more than three sentences. language."