They Are Not Human!

Chapter 128: Tak Chi Middle School 33

Wen Qing was still pondering what the limitations of the advanced tasks were, but did not notice Jiang Yan's movements, and when he heard him say sweet, she took out all the chocolates in her pocket.

The chocolates were bought at random, in the flavors of Bai Qiao, Hei Qiao, Hazelnut, etc. Wen Qing picked out Hei Qiao and handed it to Jiang Yan: "Nah."

Jiang Yan lifted his eyelids and met Wen Qing's clear eyes.

He tilted his head, his cheeks were tender and delicate, and he said seriously: "This taste should not be sweet."

In an instant, Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he chuckled: "I didn't say chocolate was sweet."

Wen Qing looked at him with a little doubt in his eyes.

Jiang Yan didn't explain. He held his chin and said slowly, "Actually, I have a terminal illness."

Wen Qing glanced at him and said slowly, "don't lie to me."

He has a long memory.

Jiang Yan blinked and said, "Otherwise, why would I come to this world?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, a little dazed: "Isn't it forced to pull in?"

"Of course not," Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and lightly tapped the back of Wen Qing's hand, "Someone was forced to come in."

"Someone came in voluntarily." He pointed to the tip of his nose again.

"Only here can I have a chance to cure my terminal illness."

Wen Qing pursed her lips and looked at him.

Jiang Yan had a smile on his lips, and his tone was casual, as if he was joking, and he seemed to be joking and saying something.

Seeing Jiang Yan's fingertips curling his hair, Wen Qing was stunned, and a thought flashed in his mind.

Is it really terminally ill?

So the hair is short hair, not long hair?

Wen Qing looked at Jiang Yan's face again, he thought to himself, this face seemed to be a little pale.

So the usual heavy makeup is to hide the sick face?

Wen Qing hesitated for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Is it a serious illness?"

Jiang Yan tapped the table with his fingertips and replied, "There is no rule in the real world."

Wen Qing flashed many rankings of advanced cancer in her mind. She didn't know what to say, so she could only comfort her in a low voice: "It will be cured."

Jiang Yan nodded, held his hand, and smiled with frowning eyes: "So can Mengmeng help me?"

Wen Qing bent his fingers, did not avoid Jiang Yan's touch, and asked lightly, "How can I help you?"

Jiang Yan leaned in front of him and pouted: "Just a kiss."

Wen Qing: "…"

He opened a piece of chocolate blankly and stuffed it into Jiang Yan's mouth again.

Shut up you.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Wen Qing moved for a while and tilted his head to look over.

The footsteps gradually approached, and without any hesitation, they stopped directly outside the door.

"Click-" the door opened.

Song Xuan strode into the office and closed the door.

He glanced at the status of Wen Qing and Jiang Yan, and seeing that there was nothing unusual about the two of them, he withdrew his gaze, sat beside Wen Qing, and took out his mobile phone to read text messages.