Chapter 167

"ChuChu, come out."

Ye ChuChu is lying lazily on the desk in a daze. He raises his eyes and looks along the voice. It is an Ziyan standing at the door smiling, lean body leaning against the door of her classroom.

Ye ChuChu raised his eyebrows slightly and blinked his clear eyes. His voice was stuffy. He said to An'an Ziyan: "you don't have long feet. Come in yourself!"

Because of her great aunt's sudden arrival and her low fever, ye ChuChu is very tired and in a bad mood. Now she doesn't even want to move her fingers

An Ziyan had no choice but to walk in slowly with elegant steps, "ye ChuChu, did you eat gunpowder today? What's the tone? "

Approaching ye ChuChu's side, an Ziyan found that her face was pale and not as usual. As soon as he saw him, he ran up with a smile. He frowned quietly and asked, "what's the matter with you? catch a cold? How can you look like you're dying? "

Ye ChuChu's whole body is soft, and her small hand is powerless to push away. Anziyan puts her big hand on her forehead, purses her lips, and changes a more comfortable posture. Her voice is a little hoarse. Squinting, she answers anziyan: "dizzy, a little feverish..."

"What are you doing here? Get up and go. I'll take you to the school doctor's office!" An Ziyan frowned and pulled ye ChuChu's arm with his big hand. He wanted to pull her up.

"Don't..."

"Get up, I'll take you. Hurry up..."

Aunt ye ChuChu was in the body. She was irritable and irritable, so she tugged with anziyan for several times. Finally, she broke out, took his big hand and threw it hard, and yelled at him: "I said no, anziyan, don't you understand people's words? Go away from me and leave me alone

An Ziyan looked at her pale face, always good temper, also angry, word by word way: "ye ChuChu, are you going or not?"

"No!" Ye ChuChu's attitude remains firm.

She hates taking medicine most, and she can't take medicine indiscriminately at all. If the school doctor gives her a bag of cold powder, will she drink it or not!

"Ye ChuChu... You..."

An Ziyan was angry by Ye ChuChu, and her pretty face was black and white for a while, "if you don't go, I will fight directly!" As soon as he stretched out his big hand, he grasped her slender wrist and was about to hold her up. However, he had a strong hand and grasped an Ziyan's hand, which hindered his action.

"Didn't you hear that? Did ye ChuChu say no? Let go Tang Shi's face is a little gloomy. He stares at an Ziyan, grabs the hand of his arm, and makes a secret effort, hoping that he can let go of Ye ChuChu's hand.

The pain from his arm made an Ziyan's delicate eyebrows and eyes slightly frown and droop. He had a light look. In the indignant Tang Dynasty, his thin lip moved and cold spat out two words, "who are you?"

"I..." Tang Shi hesitated for a while, then with an indignant look on his face, he replied to an Ziyan: "I'm ye ChuChu's classmate!"

"Classmate?" An Ziyan light smile, eyes flashed a sharp, cold way: "classmate, please let go, I want to take her to the school medical room."

"You let her go first, I'll let her go!"

But an Ziyan didn't think so. His eyes fell on him and Tang Shi. He looked at ye ChuChu and said, "ye ChuChu, my hand is very painful when you hold it!"

Ye chumeng jumped up from the desk, his little hand slapped Tang Shi's hand, and his little mouth yelled: "Tang Shi, you want to die. Why are you holding an Ziyan's hand so hard? Let go, hurry up..."

Tang Shi was a little stunned, did not respond, involuntarily released the hand of clenching an Ziyan, looked straight at ye ChuChu, looked at her anxiously to an Ziyan, hissed and asked warm, his heart, like a bomb, seemed to explode the next second.