Zhao Zhao just felt that he had difficulty breathing, and there was a feeling of suffocation in his chest which was tightly clamped. "He Qinglin, let go." He frowned slightly and patted He Qinglin's back lightly.
Hearing Zhao Zhao's voice, He Qinglin suddenly came to his senses, quickly let go of his hand, looked at Zhao Zhao with an apologetic face, and asked with concern: "I'm sorry, I didn't control the strength well just now, are you okay?" Zhao Zhao had a heart disease, and it was all his fault for not paying attention for a while.
Before Zhao Zhao could answer, Ivan walked up to her with a smile and gently pulled Zhao Zhao to his side.
At the same time, he looked at He Qinglin with a slightly warning look, and said with a hint of dissatisfaction: "He Qinglin, please be careful."
When his eyes met Ivan's, He Qinglin keenly noticed that there was no smile in the other's eyes, but rather an indescribable seriousness and scrutiny.
He Qinglin's heart trembled slightly, feeling that his complicated emotions seemed to have been seen through by Alvin.
"Knockknock..."
A crisp and rhythmic knock on the door suddenly sounded, instantly breaking the already somewhat strange atmosphere.
Aiwen retracted the scrutiny in his eyes, put a smile on his face again, turned to Zhao Zhao and said, "I'll go open the door."
However, the moment he turned around, the originally hearty smile disappeared in an instant, replaced by a barely perceptible gloom.
Who is this guy without eyes?
The door opened, and he instantly spotted a familiar brooch with his sharp eyes, so he laughed again: "Why are you here?"
Song Zhixu certainly wasn't looking for him. He gently pushed his body away, looking directly at Zhao Zhao with a clear goal in mind, and asked, "Are you used to living on campus for the first time?"
Zhao Zhao found it a little funny and replied, "Mr. President, I just moved in. How can I get used to it or not?"
"That's right, you asked that question." Alvin leaned against the door frame, folded his hands on his chest, and said in a taunting manner.
He Qinglin started reading the book in his hand again, quietly studying like a good student.
Song Zhixu was still as gentle as ever, and asked softly, "It's almost noon, do you want to go eat?"
Zhao Zhao didn't want to move, and threw herself directly onto the bed that Ye Xi had made. "I have no appetite. I won't go."
As soon as he said this, several people at the scene looked at him.
"What's wrong with you having no appetite?"
"Are you feeling well?"
"Chest tightness?"
Three voices came out at the same time from three concerned people. Zhao Zhao's old face flushed, "No, don't worry, I just don't want to eat."
Song Zhixu felt slightly relieved, but his delicate brows were still furrowed. "I can't not eat."
Aiwen, a man of action, immediately pulled Zhao Zhao up. He leaned over slightly, pinched Zhao Zhao's face and gently pulled it to the sides. "Go eat, or I'll carry you down."
As he said this, he rolled up his sleeves to show Zhao Zhao his strong muscles, indicating that he had enough strength to carry him up.
Zhao Zhao was so angry that she almost laughed. She stood up instantly, but at this moment, Ivan lowered his head again, and Zhao Zhao's nose bumped into Ivan's chin.
"Hiss~"
"Zhao Zhao."
The other two immediately gathered around. He Qinglin stopped reading and stared nervously at Zhao Zhao's swollen nose.
"Ivan, is your jaw made of iron?"
After saying this, Zhao Zhao was stunned. In his distant memory, he seemed to have lost his temper at someone in this helpless way.
He closed his eyes slightly, and the man's evil chuckle seemed to appear before his eyes again...
"Zhao Zhao?"
"Hiss~ Are you going to cry?"
The distant scene faded away, but in front of me, there were still three worried faces.
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