So grievanced and so sad.

Even if you belong to a different genre, you should not be treated like this.

Qi Yu got into the car without saying a word and closed his eyes.

She doesn't want to see anyone, and she doesn't want to say anything.

Because Qi Yu likes Lincoln Park, the car is almost played with the rock of Lincoln Park.

Two minutes later, Huanxiang turned off the car music.

The already very dull atmosphere in the car turned into a dead silence without the buffering of music.

Qi Yu took a deep breath and was about to say something.

Qi Yu was still thinking about his expression, so Huan Xiang took the lead in speaking: "You have a safe and confident sleep, and I'll call you when you arrive."

The eldest brother's voice sounds nice and gentle like a lullaby that can heal all trauma.

Qi Yu was comforted for no reason and then slept all the way to the city.

When he woke up, Qi Xiaoyu, who was originally embarrassed and angry, felt relieved.

I think it might be that Brother Huan Xiang would let go after receiving it.

After all, he had to take a shower and change his clothes and rushed to see him off to meet the school.

As long as it is put away, you will definitely see it.

Whether it is satisfied with the poem about Huan Xiang’s memory that Qi Yu took the initiative to check in.

At least, Brother Huan Xiang was satisfied with Qi Yu's answer to him that he wanted to learn to drive.

If you confess your love, you can just get the last one in a day.

No matter whether it is active or passive, whether it is intentional or unintentional.

Qi Yu drove the music in the car back on.

Lincoln Park's "'Fighting Symphony" battle     symphony rang in the car.

i     get    long   way   to     go

【I have a long way to go】

and     a    long     memory

【And a long memory】

i    been    searching    for    an    answer

【I've been looking for an answer】

Being able to sing the theme song of the NBA playoffs so lyrical is one of the reasons why Lincoln Park’s rock is unique in Qi Yu’s heart.

Today's car music was a bit magical.

Why did I just sing about the road to the future, the memories of the past, and the answers I want to find now.

"Why don't you sleep for a while?" Huan Xiang asked when he heard the music, without turning his head.

Qi Yu stared at Huan Xiang's side face without any concealment.

People who drive cannot be blindly aimed at people. People who ride in the car have no such taboos.

"Brother Huanxiang, did you see an envelope when you went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes in the morning?" Qi Yu started to communicate with him with the simplest and most direct question.

If you have doubts, you should tell me.

Even the "fight" on the court can be like a symphony.

Why can’t Qi Yu let his life become a symphony?

It is not a good habit to get angry with your elder brother at any time.

He didn't say anything, but just sulked alone, which was a worse habit than bad one.

"I saw it." Driver Huanxiang entered a simple reply mode.

"Oh, have you opened it?" Since Qi Yu had asked, there was no reason to ask half of it.

"It's open." Huan Xiang's answer was still simple and direct.

"Then do you think I'm very naive?" Qi Yu decided not to care about it, either a mule or a horse, he had to pull it out.

This is the first day of confessing to check in. If you don’t ask clearly, how can you know how to get the card in the future?

"No, you think you are more creative than me." Huan Xiang turned his head and looked at Qi Yu in the passenger seat.

At this glance, Qi Yu's heart was as touched as ever, but he couldn't tell what his emotions were.

"Then do you have anything to say after reading it~" Qi Xiaoyu was rarely patient, he was very patient, and was so gentle that he was talking to [Rock Blacksmith].

"No." Huan Xiang was also concise when it shouldn't be concise.

"Oh~" Qi Yu understood Huan Xiang's expression of driving seriously as holding back his smile.

I just want to laugh but don’t dare to laugh, so I have to let myself talk as little as possible.

If you say too much, you will not be wrong.

Qi Yu was also strange. He had obviously thought that the way of writing poems was so classical.

How come it is so natural when I pick up the pen?

Now, I didn’t get the point of confession, and I wanted to collect it but couldn’t.

"Your voice sounds a little unhappy. Have you just had an unhappy dream?" Brother Huan Xiang had always had a very delicate mind when facing Qi Xiaoyu's classmate.

"No~ What dreams are you having in broad daylight?" Qi Yu adjusted his mentality, how could he confess to others, and even expressed his resentment.

What's more, if Brother Huan Xiang is a driver and asks about his well-being, no matter how much resentment is, it should have dispersed with the wind.

"Is that because I just answered 'no'?" Driver Huanxiang began to look for questions.

Since the final result of the bet is a loss, the first day of Qi Yu's confession and check-in is also the starting point for Huanxiang's twenty fancy confessions.

"That's right." Qi's young wife was wronged and pretended to be fine.

There is no such person. Even though he knows that he cares, he still looks indifferent to the content of the confession letter.

Yes, Qi Yu still insists on adding a calculation word in front of it.

"I didn't express it well, it's not that I didn't want to say it."

"That's...you write it, and if I say it, I'd be a little embarrassed."

Huan Xiang explained a little, and finally added: "I have returned the envelope you put in the door in the morning."

"'Give it back to me? When? I just ran up and looked for it without even looking for it..."

Qi Yu found out that he was talking about it, so he quickly pulled the topic back: "Why did you give it back to me? Where are you? You..."

Xiao Yuzhi wanted to get angry, and he wanted to erupt in a random way.

Just forget it if you have nothing to say, why do you still want to "return"?

This is too much.

But Brother Huan Xiang is so handsome.

The handsome man with no blind spots in three hundred and sixty degrees.

He is handsome in front, handsome in side, handsome in suit, handsome in casual clothes.

How can such a handsome person be used to get angry?

But, the Lord of Rock Vulcan is not for frustration!

"I've got it in your schoolbag. You can wait until you get to school, can you see it?" Huan Xiang smiled and reached out to give Xiao Yuyu a head-touching kill.

Qi Yu did not resist such a movement that affected his hairstyle and was comforted instantly.

I was willing to suffer from a grievance and couldn't even give up my temper. Who can I blame?

Logic is very dissatisfied with this: [Is this girl with long hair and waist sitting in the passenger seat? Isn’t it because she has a trick in her mind and thought about it for a long time before she wrote the love poem she wrote was returned. Why are you still happy?]

Shi Zhiqi protested: [I just can't be angry, do you care?]

Then, logical encounters and reality are combined.

There seems to be something wrong.
Chapter completed!