Chapter 135: The sickly proton turned black 43

Jiang Ziyuan staggered out from behind the woods.

The sharp-edged young man at the banquet seemed to be exhausted due to the great exertion and was about to collapse.

"No need to bother, he and I met by chance."

Wen Yao supported him in time and gently held Jiang Ziyuan's shoulders.

The boy's sleeves were wide, but when he held them, he realized they were empty.

His arms were even thinner than hers.

Still too thin.

Need to be more refined.

Wen Yao was thinking about how to raise Zaizai. She didn't notice that when she helped Jiang Ziyuan up, the young man touched the small yellow flower in his hand to the ground.

Jiang Ziyuan dropped the flower and took a step back anxiously.

But the more anxious he became, the more chaotic he became, and he stepped on it instead.

The little round yellow flower became wrinkled and covered with soil after being stepped on by the boy.

"Ah, I'm sorry...sister..." Jiang Ziyuan knelt down and picked up the flowers, carefully put them in his hands and blew on them.

"I'm sorry. Seeing that my sister is holding it tightly in her hand, it must be something very important?"

The young man apologized repeatedly, and no one who was angry would be willing to blame him.

What's more, Wen Yao wasn't angry at all.

"unimportant."

Jiang Ziyuan's little hand was stained with soil on the petals, and Wen Yao simply brushed the flower away from his palm.

The wilted flowers swirled and fell back to the ground.

"It doesn't matter. It's just an oncidium. There are many in Changning Hall, nothing special."

He apologized twice, and Wen Yao also emphasized twice that the flower was not important.

Jiang Ziyuan felt relieved: "That's good."

Oncidium is really ordinary.

But in Xiliang, sending flowers is a way for boys and girls to express their feelings.

How old is Ximen Qiongcang?

What does he know?

Jiang Ziyuan originally wanted to stop him directly, but who knew that this kid would just run away after giving him a flower.

With this little courage, he dared to send flowers to Wen Yao.

The young man sneered in his heart and glanced at the oncidium on the ground.

He nodded: "Sister also wants to go back to the dormitory, why not go with us?"

Wen Yao thought for a moment.

The reason why she took this path was because Mrs. Huo asked her to meet here.

Bai Zhi and Ging Guo didn't follow them in order to deceive others.

Qingjiang Palace is also remote. It is understandable that Jiang Ziyuan would go this way. Who knew that Ximen Qiongcang would also come here.

"I met you even when I got lost. It's really fate..."

——Wen Yao still remembers Ximen Qiongcang’s awkward and reluctant expression.

Still so cute.

Anyway, it was on her way, she could send Zaizai back to Qingjiang Palace first, and then go to Mrs. Huo's appointment.

"OK."

Large and small dumplings naturally walked side by side on the path.

The sun had already set, and the sky was still a little bright due to the afterglow.

As the boy walked forward, he stepped on the oncidium plant accidentally.

The poor flower was almost embedded in the ground, but no one cared.

"Sister, will you blame me for getting your mother clan involved?"

The young man's tone was lonely, more pitiful than the oncidium on the ground, as if he thought Wen Yao would blame him from now on.

1695 posted a message in the circle of friends: Surprise! You will never imagine what a mission object with a blackening value of 100 points looks like!

Wow, fortunately No. 001 returned to the headquarters, otherwise it would not have had the chance to see it "with its own eyes".

Are these 100 points really the black value and not the green tea value? Is this piece really only nine years old and capable of doing this?

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"You didn't do what happened ten years ago, you just said it."

The moon is at the zenith, and the day and night cycle in autumn is always rapid.