After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

  Chapter 139 The Different Huo Yichen

  Huo Yichen's sudden appearance attracted the attention of many people.

   Soon, someone also recognized that the girl Huo Yichen stopped was Murong Qiao, the number one of their new students.

  The enthusiasm of the two people is not small, and they are getting together in front of everyone, which directly makes everyone dream about.

   "No time." Murong Qiao pursed his lips and refused.

  She always felt that Huo Yichen looked at her a little inexplicably, but they clearly had a very unpleasant fight before.

what is this? Amnesiac?

  Murong Qiao couldn't help asking questions in his heart.

   "Student Nan Qiao," Huo Yichen said bluntly. "Are you afraid of being alone with me?"

  Murong Qiao snorted coldly, and glanced at Huo Yichen.

   "I changed my name." She explained.

   "My name is Murong Qiao now, not the old Nan Qiao anymore." When Murong Qiao corrected his name, he was also telling Huo Yichen to give up that title.

  The name Nan Qiao carries many memories, but changing her name means that she no longer remembers the past.

  When he saw Huo Yichen appearing on the stage, Murong Qiao had already made up his mind to draw a clear line with others.

  But Huo Yichen's focus was not on this. Watching Murong Qiao talk seriously to himself made him feel even better.

   "Okay," Huo Yichen nodded, "Then can I treat Miss Murong to a light meal?"

  He used the new name given by the other party as kindly as possible, and extended the invitation again.

  Huo Yichen brought the topic back to the beginning.

   "...All right." Seeing Huo Yichen's unstoppable look, Murong Qiao frowned and agreed.

  It seems that she will die if she refuses to agree today.

   After agreeing to Huo Yichen to have a meal together, Murong Qiao said goodbye to his roommates and walked directly outside the school.

  Watching Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen walking together on the road, many people started talking.

   This kind of discussion did not stop until the two disappeared from sight.

  Murong Qiao followed Huo Yichen into a restaurant with a nice decoration, found a seat and sat down.

  Huo Yichen walked to the other side first, stretched out his hand and opened the chair for Murong Qiao to sit down, and then sat on the other side.

   "One of these." The menu was handed over to Huo Yichen, and he picked out several dishes at a glance.

  After the waiter answered, the dish was served within a few minutes.

  Murong Qiao glanced at the dishes on the table, and found that they were all his favorite dishes.

   She was puzzled, and looked at Huo Yichen who was sitting across from her and was smiling.

   "You saw it when you brought me breakfast earlier." He answered people's doubts aloud, as if he knew what Murong Qiao was thinking.

  Being seen through the thoughts in his heart, Murong Qiao was taken aback, but didn't say anything.

  She almost forgot about those high school events, but just now when Huo Yichen brought it up, those memories with Huo Yichen began to surge again.

   It's just that Huo Yichen didn't say anything.

  In fact, he not only knows people's favorite dishes.

  Huo Yichen's eyes fell on Murong Qiao's movements. He even knew what color Murong Qiao liked, what style and type of clothes he liked to wear, and he even knew the places he went to most often.

  He can accurately order the other party's favorite dishes, and he only knows it because he has investigated Murong Qiao.

  The other party's information clearly stated their preference for meat, even specific to a certain dish, a certain taste.

  So when the dishes were first served, the meat dishes were placed on Murong Qiao's side, while the vegetarian vegetables were placed on Huo Yichen's side.

  Murong Qiao didn't expect the other party to observe so carefully and know what he likes to eat, and he still remembers it after such a long time.

   This softened the indifference that she originally wanted to distance from the other party, and she stared at the dish in front of her without saying a word.

  She felt that she and Huo Yichen were on two different paths. Even if they met again in Huida, they would not be able to return to their former friendship.

  Maybe it would be good to take advantage of this meal to clarify with others.

   It's just that she still doesn't understand why Huo Yichen took the initiative to find her.

  Murong Qiao thought in his heart, silently grilling the rice.

  Suddenly an extra piece of meat appeared in the bowl, and Murong Qiao subconsciously looked at the owner of the chopsticks.

  Huo Yichen didn't seem to feel it, and the action of putting two pieces of meat into the human bowl seemed to be taken for granted.

   A feeling of being fed rose in Murong Qiao's heart, but when she thought that it was Huo Yichen who brought her food, there was a touch of weirdness in this feeling.

  And if she read it correctly, one of the spicy dishes even excluded chili peppers.

  He even considered this point, Murong Qiao really doesn't like chili.

   Amazingly careful.

   "Eat more, you look too thin." Huo Yichen even added.

  The straightforward tone of his speech made Murong Qiao choke on the rice.

  Her throat was so itchy that Murong Qiao subconsciously coughed, and then a tissue was handed to her.

  It's Huo Yichen.

  After ordering food, Murong Qiao was not so surprised by the other party's thoughtfulness at first, but eating with Huo Yichen's gaze always made her feel like she was being watched.

  She looked at Huo Yichen, and the other's behavior made her feel creepy.

  Inviting myself out for dinner and serving food so attentively made it difficult for Murong Qiao not to think about it.

   I'm afraid this person has some bad ideas.

  Although she thought so in her heart, Murong Qiao reached out and took the tissue that Huo Yichen handed over.

  She calmed down her cough with the help of a tissue, and returned to normal after the itching in her throat faded.

  The smell of the food wafted to the tip of Murong Qiao's nose. Even though Huo Yichen gave her a weird feeling, Murong Qiao had to admit that these dishes really suited her taste.

   Still holding the paper towel in his hand, Murong Qiao's eyes fell on it unconsciously, staring at the clean and white paper surface fascinated.

  Since entering the restaurant, Huo Yichen's various behaviors made her feel a little different.

  Knowing the dishes he likes, the paper towel he handed to him all showed Huo Yichen's careful character.

   This feeling of being predicted and understood by others should be disgusting, but Huo Yichen's considerate actions have diluted this feeling, and only made Murong Qiao feel caring and meticulous care.

  His keen observation is also very useful, and Murong Qiao even felt that the meal was not as difficult as imagined.

  As for drawing the line, Murong Qiao also forgot about it.

   Being taken care of so carefully, Murong Qiao couldn't be tough even if he wanted to.

  The atmosphere between the two of them obviously became much more harmonious, and this scene was also secretly photographed by the girl sitting at the next table with her mobile phone.

  Girls also participated in the opening ceremony, so when they saw Huo Yichen, they recognized that the other party was the one who spoke from the freshman.

  Looking at it from her perspective, she happened to see the picture of Huo Yichen and Murong Qiao eating.

  The girl didn't expect to meet Huida's new school girl after eating a meal. After secretly taking pictures, she directly sent the photos to Huida's college students' forum.

   This photo got people's attention not long after it was posted.

  Since his appearance at the opening ceremony, Huo Yichen has been designated by everyone as the new school grass of Huida, and has become a man of the hour in everyone's mouth.

  This photo carried Huo Yichen's enthusiasm, and after a few comments from Miao Miao, it began to climb the position and entered the field of vision of more people.