C19 Be a Friend?

"No, I didn't mean that." Joe hurriedly defended himself with a poem.

She suddenly felt that she did not want to interact with other people, but it did not feel good to be on intimate terms with them. She felt as if she was holding onto Bei Tai. Realizing this situation, Qiao Yifan suddenly regretted.

She seemed to have done something so excessive to a boy who looked pure and sunny. She felt guilty, and her ears were burning with embarrassment.

So, come to the car, to a small space that no one else can see, Joe bent down with poetry. But because of the space in the car, she almost hit her head on the steering wheel.

"I'm sorry!" Qiao Shi's apology was so imposing that Bi Sheng jumped in fright.

"I was just joking with you. I know you didn't mean it that way." Bi Chen comforted her, thinking that Qiao Yifeng was still hesitating over what he had just said.

"No, I did it for something else …" It was not an easy thing for Joe to say, with a faltering poem, that his carelessness had led to such an awkward situation.

"Bi Chen, from the first glance, I can tell that you look very beautiful, and you're also very nice. You're very easy to get along with." Joe began to talk in poetry.

Bi Qin raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why are you so serious all of a sudden?"

Qiao Qiao took a deep breath and said: "You clearly said you wanted to court me, but I still contacted you if I didn't respond. Oh right, a few times before, I've troubled you to help me deal with those things. I'm really sorry."

"No …" Bi Chen still had a smile on his face. He was about to say something, but it was no big deal. However, Qiao Yifeng interrupted him.

"But! I really want to be friends with you because you look good, but I really don't have that intention. "

From Joe's rambling words, Beeson knew the meaning of her words.

It was rare for him to suppress his smile and lose his expression. He lightly said, "I understand, you are rejecting me."

Joe waved his hand wildly in an attempt to express something, but she was right, and she nodded in disappointment.

Bi Xun let out a long sigh and suddenly relaxed.

She had seen Joe with poetic sincerity, clumsily sincere in his desire not to hurt her, to express her desire to be friends with him.

The small space inside the car was filled with fire and enthusiasm. However, when they arrived in front of Bi Ru, the fire warily transformed into a small hand that tugged at Bi Yuntian's clothes.

"Alright, I also want to be friends with you. Let's talk about the rest." Bi Chen replied.

Qiao Yifan's eyes lit up with joy.

"Great!"

This was also the first time that Bi Chen had swapped the fake smile on his face for a heartfelt smile of relief.

He had a purpose, but the girl in front of him gave him her heart, thanking him, praising him, not blending in with any falsehood, and she considered the feelings of others.

Recalling her situation a few days ago, Bi Chen thought that if she took advantage of his predicament, he would not be surprised. But she did not, all this time she had never planned to rely on anyone else. She swallowed her anger, thinking this way she was actually a little naive and silly, but now Bi Chen actually felt that this was not stupid, and it only served to emphasize Qiao Yifeng's sincerity.

Therefore, he said something else. The matter of courting her would have to be discussed separately. He did not give up and only temporarily put it on hold.

As long as Bila went well, then he could also...

Bila was in the bedroom where Sid had been beaten into the dispensary.

The soothing music played in the room, and a soothing scent of lavender smoke was burning in the air. Sid was leaning back in his chair, his eyes closed. The sunlight poured in from outside the window, casting a shadow over his eyes with his long eyelashes. It was rare to see his handsome face today that did not exude a fiendish aura.

"Señor Xi looks a lot more relaxed today than he did a few days ago," she said, lowering her voice as she sat beside him.

"Hmm? Is there? " Hilde made a lazy nasal sound.

Bi La chuckled and nodded. "Yes, is it because of the recent treatment?"

She sounded like she was joking, but she wanted to put the blame on herself.

Hilde's lightness was inexplicable, and she remembered what he had done recently, but it was only for the sake of Joe punishing a few of the stinking students with that stinking bastard, that he would feel comfortable about such a thing.

Impossible.

Therefore, he answered evasively, "Probably."

Bi Lai's heart skipped a beat and his face broke into a bright smile. Sid, however, had his eyes closed.

She had offended Hilde when she cooked late the other night. As a counselor, she had detected the displeasure emanating from Hilde.

She almost thought her plan was going to fail, but Sid agreed to her request for treatment. She had come a few times since then, because she knew that too much of the frequency of the interview would not do any good, and besides, Hilde's mood was so unstable that the irascible anxiety was written all over his face.

He had to deal with it carefully, but he also knew that Sid was impatient not because of her, but because of Joe's poetry.

Bila knew, and everyone knew, that Sid might know, but he wouldn't admit it.

So she would not try to persuade him to admit it, would not try to help him. She would not talk about everything about Joe's poetry as though it were a taboo.

If only Sid could forget it.

Then she pushed in a painting on a removable easel, right in front of Sid.

"Mister Xi, open your eyes."

Xi De opened his eyes in accordance with the instructions. However, the painting before him was completely unaffected. It should be a good thing for him to not have any reaction to the illness. However, a sense of disappointment arose in his heart.

"This is yesterday's painting?" Sid asked.

The answer was no, it was a new painting from the day before that had been modified and completed.

"So that's not it." Sid had only taken a cursory look, but now he saw the difference.

Bi La continued to follow the procedure and asked, "Mister Xi, do you feel uncomfortable looking at it?"

"Nope." Sid replied flatly.

"I added some light colors to the painting that Mr. Xi could accept yesterday. I want to see if this will ruin the overall feeling of the painting. However, if you don't, we can try a heavier change next time."

"Yes." "No," he replied coldly.

The disappointment in Sid's heart could not be dispelled, causing him to be in low spirits.

The only works of art that Sid could see were those of Joe's poems. He didn't have the ability to appreciate them, but he also had the ability to appreciate them.

Bi La's painting was much less beautiful compared to Qiao Yifeng's painting. Furthermore, Bi La herself lacked the intelligence and talent that Qiao Yifeng had in painting.