NOVPUBChapter 91: 91, lie, question
Chapter 91: 91, lie, question
Song Ci turned his face away, his dark eyes continuing to gaze towards the nearby bus stop and taxi stand, a cool look playing across his face.
The girl was very hurt, her face darkening as she fell silent, her cute lips obviously pouting.
A classmate standing beside them reached out and patted Song Ci’s shoulder, sneaking a sideways glance at him, “You sneaky devil, it really looks like you’ve been up to something. Since when did you have a girlfriend and why didn’t we know?”
Another friend also teased, “Yeah, right, hitting on girls without inviting us, tsk!”
The girl, deeply hurt, glared at the two of them: “He’s lying, and you guys believe him! He’s always buried in his books like a nerd, how could he possibly have time to pursue girls? I can’t believe you guys!”
As she spoke, she pouted, her face full of disbelief.
Lifting her head, the girl standing on Song Ci’s right saw Song Qinghuan approaching from the left.
Seeing Song Qinghuan frowning at them, she thought that Song Qinghuan might have heard their conversation and found it disgusting that a girl liked a guy. At that moment, she was feeling particularly upset and she shot back angrily: “What are you staring at? There’s nothing interesting to see.”
At her voice, Song Ci and the other two students turned to look.
When Song Ci saw Song Qinghuan, he smiled and immediately walked towards her: “You’re here!”
Song Qinghuan looked at him, her face expressionless: “What are you doing outside the hospital? Weren’t you supposed to be injured?”
One of Song Ci’s friends whistled, bringing his hand to Song Ci’s shoulder and whispered: “So you really do have a girlfriend!”
Then, he turned to Song Qinghuan with a smile: “Nice to meet you, I’m Song Ci’s roommate, Wang Dong!”
The other one also stepped forward with a laugh, introducing himself: “Nice to meet you, I’m Song Ci’s roommate, Zhang Yiyi.”
Song Ci, turning his body, threw his arm over Song Qinghuan’s shoulder, lifting his chin proudly, and said to the pale-faced girl: “Wu Yanxiang, do you see that now? I hope you won’t bother me anymore.”
Wu Yanxiang was on the verge of tears, her beautiful eyes teary, her long eyelashes fluttering, her innocent face displaying a stubborn look, yet her gaze was helpless, she didn’t know what to do.
Her Aci was indeed someone else’s boyfriend.
Song Qinghuan pushed off Song Ci’s arm and questioned: “Song Ci, tell me, what’s going on?”
She looked steadily at him, hoping he would give her a reasonable explanation.
Song Ci also kept silent, looking at her with a somewhat strange expression, as if he was deliberately hiding something.
But Song Qinghuan already knew everything. All that talk about being injured was lies.
