deltrittennovels Chapter 183 Are you jealous?
Chapter 183 Are you jealous?
Xiao Yunqing hasn't come for two days now.
On the first day, Song Huan thought she had something to do.
The next day, he sat in front of the computer and played Fantasy Westward Journey using her account.
The scholar's robes swayed on the screen as he unleashed his skills, felling monsters and gaining experience.
He stared at the ID "Huanhuan's Sister," feeling like something was missing.
I can't quite put my finger on it. My skills are fine, my equipment is fine, it's just that it's boring to play.
He quit the game, poured himself a glass of water, took two sips, and put it on the table.
He lay back down on the sofa, turned over, and faced the wall.
Then it flipped back over, facing the ceiling.
The clock in the living room is ticking, tick-tock.
The phone suddenly rang, and Song Huan jumped up from the sofa, barefoot on the floor, and ran to answer it.
"Feed?"
"it's me."
Xiao Yunqing's voice came through the microphone, sounding a little embarrassed, "Did I bother you? Xiao Jue came to my house to play these past few days. She said she missed you and wanted to come out and visit you. If you're busy, then it's okay."
Song Huan held the microphone.
For some reason, hearing her voice made me feel a little relieved.
He couldn't quite describe the feeling; it was like something was stuck in his chest, and then suddenly it was cleared up.
Song Huan's lips curled slightly upward as she asked, "Then, do you miss me?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Song Huan could hear her breathing, softly, coming from the other end of the microphone.
"Song Huan, are you crazy?!"
Xiao Yunqing's voice was urgent and crisp, as if her tail had been stepped on.
Song Huan smiled, feeling much better.
"Okay, I'll come find you later and take Xiao Jue out for some fun."
Xiao Yunqing snorted and hung up the phone.
Song Huan put down the microphone, walked to the computer, and glanced at the screen.
The chat window on Taobao is still open, and someone is asking about the price of the equipment.
He simply turned it off and switched off the monitor.
It's the same if you sell them when you come back in the evening.
……
The door opened.
Xiao Yunqing was standing at the door, and before she could speak, a figure squeezed out from beside her, rushed over, and grabbed Song Huan's leg.
Xiao Jue was wearing a small floral dress, her pigtails were tied high, and she tilted her head back, rubbing her chubby face against his trouser leg.
"Brother Song Huan, you seem to have become even more handsome."
Song Huan was stunned for a moment, then squatted down, pinched her cheek, and gently pinched it.
"Did your cousin teach you to say that?"
He laughed, his tone becoming narcissistic, "Oh dear, I already told her that judging by appearance is a very superficial thing to do. Don't let my good looks fool you, I'm not bad at all."
Xiao Yunqing stood to the side, watching him squat on the ground pinch Xiao Jue's face and listening to him boast about himself.
Xiao Yunqing was instantly furious and cold. She raised her foot and kicked him in the butt.
Song Huan staggered forward a step, rubbing her bottom as she stood up.
Xiao Jue covered her mouth, her eyes narrowing into slits as she laughed.
Three people went out.
Xiao Jue held Song Huan's hand with his left hand and Xiao Yunqing's hand with his right hand, walking in the middle like a balloon being held by two people.
"Where to?" Song Huan asked.
Xiao Jue tilted his head back and thought for a moment, then said, "Let's go take a look at your school!"
Song Huan thought it was a good idea, so the three of them turned the corner and walked along the sidewalk.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the ground.
I passed by an elderly couple walking their dog.
The old lady glanced at them, smiled, and said something to her husband.
The wind carried the sound, intermittently.
"This family of three...is so beautiful..."
Xiao Yunqing blushed, her face turning red from her neck to the tips of her ears.
She glared at Song Huan, but Song Huan smiled brightly, pretending not to hear, and took even bigger steps.
After walking for a while, Xiao Jue started to complain of thirst.
"Cousin, I want a drink."
Xiao Yunqing shook her head, "No, I'll drink mineral water."
Xiao Jue pouted, "I don't want mineral water."
"Just some mineral water, wait."
Xiao Yunqing let go of her hand and walked across the street to a small shop with a colorful freezer outside.
Xiao Jue stood there, watching Xiao Yunqing's back, her pout even more pronounced.
Song Huan squatted down and looked at Xiao Jue, "Little Jue, would you like a drink?"
Xiao Jue immediately nodded her head vigorously, like she was pounding garlic, "Yes!"
Song Huan pulled her into the stationery store next door.
The store is small, with various stationery items displayed on the shelves.
He borrowed paper and a pen from the boss, folded the paper, and stuffed it into Xiao Jue's hand.
Then he pointed into the distance.
Across the street, a young woman stood under the bus stop sign. She had long, fair legs and wore a short skirt. She was looking down at her phone.
"See that lady? Run over to her and say, 'Sister, you're so pretty, can I have your QQ number?'"
Xiao Jue blinked. "But... won't my cousin be angry?"
Song Huan leaned closer and whispered a few words in her ear.
Xiao Jue's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he listened. After finishing, he nodded vigorously and skipped away.
Her pigtails swung behind her, and her floral dress fluttered in the wind.
Xiao Yunqing walked back from across the street, carrying two bottles of mineral water.
She glanced behind Song Huan. "Where's Xiao Jue?"
Song Huan leaned against the wall, shrugging, "I don't know, I was just here a moment ago."
A voice came from afar, sharp and bright, filled with excitement.
"Brother Song Huan!"
Xiao Jue ran from the other end of the street, running so fast that her ponytail was practically flying up.
She rushed to Song Huan, panting, holding a piece of paper high above her head.
"I've gotten your beautiful sister's QQ account back for you!"
Xiao Yunqing was stunned.
She glanced at the paper in Xiao Jue's hand, then looked in the direction Xiao Jue had run from. Under the bus stop sign, a woman in a short skirt was looking this way, smiled, and turned away.
Xiao Yunqing's face changed from white to red, and then from red to green.
She kicked Song Huan in the shin.
Song Huan bared his teeth but didn't dodge.
"Shameless!"
Xiao Yunqing's voice was low, but every word was filled with anger, "Making my cousin do this kind of thing!"
She turned around, walked up to Xiao Jue, bent down, and took the paper from her hand.
Xiao Jue's smile vanished, her lips pursed, and she looked at her with a wronged expression.
Xiao Yunqing grabbed the paper in her hand, unfolded it, and prepared to tear it up.
But her hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Because three words were written crookedly on the paper.
It's not a number, and it's not a QQ number.
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then she saw it clearly.
Are you jealous?
Xiao Yunqing suddenly raised her head.
Song Huan leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and looked at her with a smile.
Xiao Jue stood to the side, covering her mouth, laughing so hard her shoulders shook.
The two people, one big and one small, looked at her and laughed like two foxes who had stolen a chicken.
Xiao Yunqing blushed.
Her face was burning red, from her cheeks to the tips of her ears, and down to her neck.
She folded the paper, put it in her pocket, and turned to leave.
She walked quickly, her ponytail swinging behind her.
[Damn it, how dare they play me!]
Song Huan caught up with her and walked beside her.
Are you angry?
Xiao Yunqing ignored him.
"I asked Juejue to get your QQ number. You can write one for yourself."
Xiao Yunqing slowed her pace a little.
"Don't talk to me!"
She turned her head and glanced at him; her eyes held anger, laughter, and something else she couldn't quite describe.
She turned back and continued walking, her pace slowing down.
Xiao Jue caught up from behind, holding Song Huan's hand with his left hand and Xiao Yunqing's hand with his right.
The three people walked side by side, their shadows trailing long on the ground in the sunlight.
The wind blew by, and the leaves rustled.