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Chapter 43

"What can Yan Xuru and I do together...?" Yang An was confused, reason and logic were thrown away, and he subconsciously followed the other person's questions to answer.

Yu Qingyan was silent for a long time without speaking. He also realized that his question was too abrupt and unfounded, and was purely... caused by jealousy.

This is not good, it will scare young people.

Yu Qingyan was not in a hurry to let the young man understand his feelings. He was willing to start as a friend first, and then slowly...

He lowered his eyes to cover up the darkness in them, then slowly raised his eyes and sighed softly, "Xiao An..."

Yang An couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine, and quickly responded: "Hey, Mr. Yu..." "

Xiao An feels that being friends with me is too stressful?" Yu Qingyan asked softly.

Yang An quickly shook his head and replied in surprise: "How is that possible? You are definitely the best friend I have ever made!" A

smile appeared in Yu Qingyan's eyes, and then disappeared quietly, with a little sadness on his face, " Xiao An, you don't need to comfort me, I understand." "

After all, you have always felt that there is a big age difference between us, and we usually use honorifics to address each other. Maybe our relationship is not like those of your peers... there is always a layer of separation. "

Yang An was stunned for a moment, almost doubting that he didn't understand the interstellar lingua franca.

"No, Yu Xian..." He suppressed the title, but the word "Qingyan" could occasionally be typed on the Internet, but in reality he couldn't say it out loud, "...I don't have it!" Yu Qingyan didn't say it

. When speaking, his expression is still gentle and steady, as if he is saying "It doesn't matter, I understand everything, don't worry about it."

Yang An: "..."

The conscience of heaven and earth, he really just got used to calling "Mr. Yu" and couldn't change it.

"To be honest, I'm actually quite jealous of Xiao An's friends..." Yu Qingyan tilted his head slightly, stretched out his fingertips, and held up one cheek, and said in a faint tone, "You can get along with each other every day, talk about everything, relationships. Intimate, unlike me, who can only contact Xiao An on the Star Network..."

He looked at Yang An quietly, "Xiao An, what do you think our relationship is now? Can we be considered friends?"

Yang An: "..."

I don’t know why, but Mr. Yu’s words were obviously very ordinary and normal, but they forcedly asked about a feeling of... love, hate, and hatred.

"Of course." Yang An took a deep breath and nodded with certainty, "You... you have always been a teacher and a friend to me." "

A teacher and a friend..." Yu Qingyan said in a low voice. Whispering, he slid the wheelchair forward and slowly stopped in front of Yang An. He put his hands on the mahogany chair and got closer. The distance between their faces was only a fist, "Xiao An, I still want to ask One question, can you?"

"Mr. Yu, you ask..." Yang An looked at those beautiful gray-green eyes, his body stiffened, and he couldn't help but retreat, but there was no way to retreat, and he was next to a slightly uncomfortable person. Mahogany chair strips.

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