In addition, Chen Meier and Chen Erya, who had only become familiar with them after attending the night tour class, were a little embarrassed to speak.
The only exception was Wu Zhien, who was able to speak out among the powerful men such as Qiao Huai and the disciples of Si Yefu such as Shen Lang.
“Yeah, it’s so boring to stay at home all the time. It’s rare that we can go out and have fun together without schoolwork today. I know a very delicious snack stall.”
Facing these invitations, Mi Feixue shook her head coldly, showing no interest.
Wu Zhien asked doubtfully: “Is it because your family is very strict?”
These words reminded Mi Feixue that she had not seen August for a few days, and she thought that she would be more strict with him.
When Wu Zhien saw that she didn’t respond, he thought he had hit the mark, and said with both sympathy and envy: “It’s hard to be the Son of God. I see that Rongrong is also very busy. She is younger than us and has to practice every day.”
“Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand. I don’t even know how to practice.” Qiao Huai said: “Pei Rongrong can use spells and can enslave strange things. She is stronger than us and can run faster than us.”
The more he talked, the more envious he became, and he despised Wu Zhien, “You know how to eat just like Fatty Cao.”
“You just say her when you say her, why do you say it to me too.” Cao Ji expressed his dissatisfaction in a low voice.
“My father said that being able to eat is a blessing.” Wu Zhien felt proud instead of being ashamed. He turned to Mi Feixue and said, “Pei Rongrong is under the supervision of Mr. Zuo, and the boss is under the supervision of Mr. Mi, right? You can’t ask Mr. Mi for a divorce.” False?”
Mi Feixue raised her eyebrows in displeasure.
Wu Zhien immediately apologized, “I was wrong.”
Qiao Huai gloated and hummed: “Master Mi, a gentle, kind and good-looking person, how can he oppress the boss? You shouldn’t even think like this.”
After saying that, he looked towards Mi Feixue, and sure enough he saw the boss’s eyes widened. Although he didn’t have any big expression, he nodded in agreement.
Qiao Huai looked at Liu Changyuan and the others proudly: “Did you see that? I have already said that the way to make the boss happy is to say good things about Master Mi.”
Liu Changyuan took the opportunity to say, “It just so happens that the boss can go to the night market to pick out some gifts for Master Mi.”
Du Xingzhi also said: “Master Mi will definitely like the old election candidate.”
Mi Feixue was a little moved by the words, but she still wanted to spend her time studying.
At this time, a gentle voice came, “This is not necessarily the case.”
Mi Feixue’s expression suddenly became lively, and she turned around to see Mi August approaching with a smile.
When Mi August approached, Mi Feixue stood there obediently, looking at her earnestly, like a shy and well-behaved child.
Qiao Huai and the others stood upright and respectfully shouted to Mi August, “Master Mi.”
Mi August smiled at them, then bent down and touched the top of Mi Feixue’s head, and said with a smile: “You have to choose the baby carefully.”