Without further ado, Lin Zirui stuffed the rose back into Tang Suisui's arms, and explained in a panic, "Sui Sui, listen to me, I've got the wrong person."

Tang Suisui glanced at Jiang Ji, and couldn't suppress the smile on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Lin Zirui reproachfully: "Brother Zirui is still so reckless, what do you want Jiang to do?"

Lin Zirui curled his lips, not paying attention: "Who told him not to make it clear, so that I recognized the wrong person."

The booing people around didn't know what was going on, and they were a little puzzled. When they heard Lin Zirui's words, they immediately realized that they had admitted the wrong person, and there was an oolong.

Jiang Ji glanced at Lin Zirui, and said in a calm voice, "I just said that, but you didn't hear clearly."

Also, he said sarcastically: "But it seems that Young Master Lin doesn't really like student Tang very much, he can even admit his mistakes, it's really sincere."

Jiang already felt that his courage was getting bigger and bigger, and he dared to be tough.

He applauded for himself in his heart, while he was wary of Lin Zirui clenching his fist and giving him that blow.

It has to be said that although he didn't have much contact with Lin Zirui, he still knew Lin Zirui's temper.

Because after he finished speaking, Lin Zirui was really angry and wanted to raise his hand to give him that.

Jiang was ready to take the move, but just as he raised his hand, a gust of wind suddenly blew in his ears.

Lin Zirui's punch was caught first.

Jiang already closed his eyes subconsciously. When he opened his eyes, he realized that it was Song Anzhi who blocked the punch for him.

Jiang Ji: Oh, Huo, the Shura field.

Jiang already felt that he should hug a melon and sit beside him and eat it.

People who eat melons eat melons, and those who eat melons are all masters.

Lin Zirui's fist was suddenly pinched, and he was a little angry immediately. When he looked closely, he found that it was Song Anzhi who pinched him, and the anger in his heart rose even higher.

"Okay, Song Anzhi, you stop me?"

Song Anzhi shook off his hand with a cold expression: "I can call the police."

Tang Suisui didn't expect Song Anzhi to come out suddenly and stop Lin Zirui to teach Jiang Ji a lesson.

He looked at Jiang Ji who was safe and sound, and felt somewhat pity in his heart.

"Okay, brother Zirui, and Anzhi, don't argue." Tang Suisui was afraid that they would really fight, so he hurried to make peace.

Lin Zirui snorted coldly: "For Suisui's sake, let me let you go."

Song Anzhi had a cold face, and looked back at Jiang Ji, who was about to watch a good show.

But when he saw Jiang Ji, who was covered by the mask and only showed a pair of eyebrows, he was startled suddenly.

For a moment, Jiang has coincided with the appearance in his memory

Song Anzhi looked confused, and his lips moved."Before you..." He subconsciously wanted to ask Jiang Ji.

Tang Suisui suddenly said, "Anzhi, you and Brother Zirui may not have seen each other for a long time, and we just happened to catch up."

The conversation was suddenly interrupted, and Song Anzhi came back to his senses, looking a little dazed.

Jiang didn't know what had happened. Seeing that they didn't seem to be planning to stage a Shura field, he looked away in disappointment, and walked away without looking back.

Song Anzhi watched the figure of the young man walk out of the school gate gracefully. For some reason, he actually felt that the figure he saw when his life was hanging by a thread coincided with him at this moment.

Impossible, it must be because Jiang Ji and Tang Suisui look similar and are about the same height.

Song Anzhi forced himself to look away.

At this moment, he couldn't tell whether he really didn't want to think about it, or he didn't dare to think about it.

Tang Suisui didn't notice his expression, and he was relieved when he saw that Jiang had left.

That incident has always been his heart disease, seeing Song Anzhi and Jiang Ji staying together, he felt uncomfortable.

Lin Zirui pulled Tang Suisui, but ignored Song Anzhi: "Sui Sui, let's talk about the old days.

Tang Suisui bit his lip, he actually didn't want to be alone with Song Anzhi now.

He knew Song Anzhi's feelings for him, but he had no way to respond, and he didn't want to have an identity with Song Anzhi.

What's more, the first time he saw Song Anzhi, he felt that Song Anzhi would do a lot in the future. In addition, Song Anzhi had excellent grades and good looks, and he wanted Song Anzhi to help him more in the future.

But compared to Song Anzhi, Tang Suisui cared more about Lin Zirui.

So, he coughed slightly, and looked at Song Anzhi: "Anzhi, let me talk to brother Zirui first today, can we talk another day?"

The young man's eyes were reddish, probably because of the cough just now that made his face bloody, and there was a smile on his face.

This appearance, even the most hard-hearted person cannot refuse.

In fact, Song Anzhi did not refuse.

But it wasn't because of Tang Suisui, but because his heart was on Jiang Ji.

It's very strange, Mingming Jiang Ji and Tang Suisui have similar facial features, but Song Anzhi can't find the shadow of the person who helped him in Tang Suisui, but Jiang Ji...

This thought made Song Anzhi feel absurd and uneasy, and he was completely at a loss.

Seeing that he agreed, Tang Suisui breathed a sigh of relief, and left the school with Lin Zirui, while Song Anzhi went to the opposite place.

Song Anzhi stopped by to pick up his younger sister Song Nian from school, Song Nian took his hand, saw that he was in a daze, and quickly dragged him to the side of the road: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Song Anzhi came back to his senses, heard the sound of the whistle next to his ear, and shook his head: "It's nothing."

He still didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

Once he thought that he might have misunderstood someone, he felt that the world was turned upside down.

Song Nian curled his lips: "Aren't you thinking about your savior again?"

Song Anzhi lowered his head and said flatly, "Speak too much."

Song Nian thought that the last time he saw Jiang Ji was the last time, so he slapped his lips, dissatisfied: "Your savior must not be as good-looking as that brother Jiang."

Song Anzhi knocked him on the head.

Song Nian made a cut, she looked like a little adult, she thought she was mature, and the old gods were there: "I heard that your savior is a young master, didn't you show me that your savior cooked a pot of porridge for you before?"?"

She exaggeratedly covered her mouth with her short hand: "It turns out that the young master can cook."

She cupped her face and sighed: "But I think Brother Jiang must be stronger than Eldest Young Master."

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the heart.

The phrase "Young master can also cook" seemed to be a blow to the head, and Song Anzhi couldn't find Bei.

He trembled his fingers and forced a smile: "Perhaps, perhaps the young master can only cook porridge."

Song Nian snorted: "That must not be delicious!"

The child's malice came out of nowhere. Ever since Song Nian saw Tang Suisui's photo, she felt that he was just pretending, not at all as good as her brother said.

Elder brother Jiang Ji is more gentle, he looks like a nice guy.

good face.

Thinking about it this way, Song Nian began to miss Jiang Ji a little. Even though they only met once, Jiang Ji might have forgotten her.

But she still felt a little regretful that she hadn't exchanged names with Jiang Ji yet.