222: C222 Intimate Uncle

C222 Intimate Uncle

"Prof. Tao, Senior Ge Yan."

"Thank you for your love."

"About that, please let me go back and think about it."

"I'll give you my answer in the future."

Zhou Rann said in a tactful manner.

If Ge Yan really wanted to accept a disciple, he would teach Zhou Rann.

Zhou Rann was happy to accept it.

However, Ge Yan's excited gaze and words were indeed shocking to Zhou Rann.

Earlier on, Lee Heezhu's people told him to go to a hotel to talk.

Right now, this Ge Yan was the same.

Zhou Rann might be simple, but she wasn't stupid. Of course, she knew that both of them had the same goal.

Going to the hotel in the middle of the night for an in-depth discussion?

Wasn't this all bullshit?

"Zhou Rann."

"Is there something wrong with your brain, girl?"

"The path of idols and celebrities on Lee Heezhu's side, I'll let you choose whether you want to or not."

"It's fine if you don't choose, but I also understand why you said you didn't like that path."

"But now?"

"Isn't Teacher Ge Yan suitable for you?"

"It's not good for you to learn lyrics and composition from Teacher Ge Yan, is it?"

Prof. Tao got even angrier.

"You, what do you mean by 'your face is full of disdain'?"

"You must be Zhou Rann's boyfriend, right?"

Prof. Tao became even more unhappy when he saw the indifferent look on Qin Tian's face. He then pointed at Qin Tian and said.

"I advise you to stay away from Zhou Rann."

"People like you aren't worthy of Zhou Rann."

"Zhou Rann will be hurt by you sooner or later."

"You're ruining her future."

"Hurry and get the hell away from Zhou Rann. You're not compatible with her."

"You are not from the same world."

Prof. Tao pointed at Qin Tian angrily.

Zhou Rann had rejected Prof. Tao's good intentions arrangement twice, which made Prof. Tao unhappy and made him hate Qin Tian to death.

"Prof. Tao, this is Zhou Rann's boyfriend?"

"Is he a student of the school?"

"Contact his counselor and his parents."

"I'm going to warn them."

"This kind of boy, deceiving the feelings of other people's girls, ruining the future of other people's girls, he is truly unforgivable."

"This is too much."

Ge Yan also said with a face full of anger.

Qin Tian just stood to the side as a bystander.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Tian became the source of evil?

Older Brother Qin Tian laughed.

"Prof. Tao, Senior Ge Yan."

"Brother Qin Tian didn't ruin my future."

"That was my own decision, it has nothing to do with Brother Qin Tian."

Zhou Rann was also getting anxious.

His professor and Ge Yan, the big boss of the poetry field, shouted angrily at Qin Tian.

Zhou Rann was at a loss as to what to do.

"Zhou Rann."

"You are already bewitched."

"This kind of guy is deliberately deceiving your feelings. He just wants to play with your feelings."

"As an experienced person, I've seen a lot of these kinds of people."

"If you follow him, he will deceive your feelings and ruin your future."

"In the future, you will be tricked into despair by him."

"You can't trust him anymore."

Ge Yan said excitedly.

In short, what Ge Yan wanted to do was to directly break up the relationship between Qin Tian and Zhou Rann.

This way, he would be able to enter into Zhou Rann's heart as a caring uncle that was able to provide psychological counseling.

This guy had already thought of a way to deal with Zhou Rann's innocent little sister.

"You two have misunderstood."

"I'm not Rann's boyfriend."2

Qin Tian stared at Ge Yan and said in a mocking tone.

Qin Tian's words made Ge Yan's face change drastically.

"Prof. Tao."

"Senior Ge Yan."

"Brother Qin Tian, he really isn't my boyfriend."

"He's my brother!"

"He's here to be my partner."

Zhou Rann said.

Ge Yan's and Prof. Tao's expressions immediately turned ugly.

The two of them grabbed Qin Tian and insulted him.

All sorts of preemptive hats fell on Qin Tian's head.

However, Zhou Rann confirmed Qin Tian's identity.

The two of them were dumbfounded. Ge Yan felt awkward, it was as if he ate a pile of sh * t.

Ye Zichen couldn't say anything out of embarrassment.

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