Taketatsu Ayamiao sorted out her brother's relationship network in her mind, and thought seriously: "Then go to Matsuda Nobunaga."

"Maybe."

Qianyuan was noncommittal.

Putting away his cell phone, he pulled up the legrests of the "God of Destruction" and straddled the seat cushion. Then he let Zhuda sit in the back seat and rode the bicycle towards the station with ease.

Before entering the station, Qianyuan gave one last serious instruction to Zhutatsu Caimiao: "The pink box is for the water warehouse. You two can deal with the other two. Don't take the wrong ones."

"I got it, mom."

But just as she got out of the car, she thought for a moment and suddenly turned around and asked urgently: "Are you sure you're not going to the set with Uchida?"

Why does my younger sister always think about this random nonsense?

"She is about the same age as me, and her rank is definitely high. You can't fall in love." Nianshang's younger sister added.

Qianyuan frowned, leaned on his body to support the bicycle, stretched out his hands to rub her cheeks and said: "Don't let me think about it, what about falling in love, and why are you always staring at Uchida? Go to that announcer.

Miss!”

"You are so obsessed. Is this the legendary saying "memories are the most beautiful"?"

"This sentence actually makes sense." Qianyuan nodded thoughtfully, "And if you're worried, Taketatsu, you can ask Sakura. Anyway, he's a junior, so it's definitely not a problem to talk to him."

Yes, after all, it is Sakura Suzune who is extremely obsessed with beautiful girls. She must know every move of the beautiful girl junior in the club next door.

After thinking clearly about this, Zhuda Caimiao chose to beg for mercy, with her red cheeks, and waved goodbye as if chasing Tang Monk away: "Well, see you tonight?"

"Well, see you tonight."

He waved to the younger sister on the other side.

Qianyuan Yuya opened her legs leisurely and hummed softly.

A young man in a casual yellow sweatshirt was riding a bicycle on the road. The cold wind blew across his cheeks. Even though spring had not yet arrived, the wind already carried the unique fragrance of flowers.
Chapter completed!