Chapter 569 An Yang's Young Wife

Hu Jiaojiao carried the packed lunch into the classroom where An Yang and the others were in class just now.

There are no fixed classrooms in the university, and different classes go to different classrooms, and there is no one in the classroom after the class.

Hu Jiaojiao lowered her face, and while unpacking the packed lunch, she refuted An Yang's words in a low voice, her voice sounded a little weak: "I have to finish what Yiling told me."

Hu Jiaojiao's appearance really deserves the title An Yang's roommates gave her: little daughter-in-law.

"It's okay, if the elder sister is big, I'll tell her later, so you don't have to come here." An Yang said hurriedly.

Hearing this, Hu Jiaojiao suddenly became annoyed, and got angry: "Anyway, you just don't want to see me, do you?"

Angry and anxious, Hu Jiaojiao's voice suddenly became much louder, but she still had no momentum, her expression was more aggrieved than angry.

"No, I didn't mean that..." An Yang quickly explained.

"Anyway, you want Mo Shiyun to take care of you, don't you?" Hu Jiaojiao suddenly mentioned Mo Shiyun.

"Nothing, don't talk nonsense."

That was all a few years ago, so why mention it.

"Who knows." Hu Jiaojiao muttered sullenly.

Back then, An Yang's pursuit of Mo Shiyun caused a lot of ups and downs, and the entire Shenghua High School knew about it.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" An Yang became anxious and yelled.

An Yang's voice was originally loud and his temper was straight. He was usually violent and wild, and his roar was quite scary.

After being yelled at by An Yang, Hu Jiaojiao's eyes turned red.

"You...why are you crying?" An Yang was startled, and his voice softened immediately.

He didn't mean to kill her either, he just got used to it.

Hu Jiaojiao's tears were already rolling in her eyes.

"You, don't cry, I, I, I was wrong."

In such a situation, don't worry about where you went wrong, just admit your mistake first.

"What's wrong with you?" Hu Jiaojiao stared at An Yang.

"I... I don't know either." How did An Yang know where he had offended Hu Jiaojiao? "Anyway, Mo Shiyun and I started eight hundred years ago."

"Then don't let me come to you..."

"I'm afraid you're working too hard, and you have to study too." An Yang explained.

Hearing this explanation, Hu Jiaojiao raised her head and looked at An Yang with burning eyes.

An Yang's heartbeat quickened: "Well, you...you were angry just because...you thought I didn't like you coming to me?"

Hu Jiaojiao flattened her mouth and turned her face away.

Not denying is admitting.

Suddenly, An Yang seemed to understand something.

"Pepper, do you like me too?"

Hu Jiaojiao was angry: "Who likes you? Yes! Has any other young lady confessed to you?"

"No, no, that's not what I mean. I'm not saying that other people like me, I mean, it's me, I like you."

An Yang hurriedly explained, stuttering because of too much haste.

Hu Jiaojiao was dumbfounded.

After fully reacting, he quickly lowered his head.

An Yang was a little anxious, eager to know Hu Jiaojiao's answer: "That...so do you like me too?"

The two of them had known each other because of Jian Yiling, and it had been three years now.

Hu Jiaojiao didn't raise her head, but she didn't deny it either.

An Yang seemed to understand something.

"Pepper." An Yang called out to Hu Jiaojiao.

An Yang lowered his head and kissed Hu Jiaojiao.

Although it was the first time kissing a girl, it seemed to be a man's instinct.

But soon, they separated again.

Both of their faces turned red like boiled crabs.