The head nurse was very skilled in getting the injection. She asked Meng Ting to cover the cotton swab after the injection. She went out by herself and left the medical room for two students.

Meng Ting looked at the cotton swab with his long eyelashes, and it really didn't hurt much.

The girl's skin was delicate, and the white skin like milk was dyed a little bright. She turned her head and met the boy's black pupils in an instant. His eyes fell on her naked shoulders, and he felt that she turned around and slowly met her eyes.

Meng Ting didn't expect him to keep looking. She didn't care about the wound, threw the cotton swab and pulled the sweater on her shoulder. Meng Ting's face flushed: "You said you would like to see it."

There was a smile in his eyes: "How could I say it."

Meng Ting thought that he really didn't agree. She suffered a loss and had to get up and walk outside the medical room.

Jiang Ren said: "Where are you?"

She didn't feel angry, she just felt ashamed: "My friend is still outside."

"That girl, can you ask the head nurse to give her a trick?"

Meng Ting turned around only then.

Zhao Nuancheng was afraid of pain, and was very afraid of getting an injection. The nurse almost scared her to cry just now. Meng Ting knew that the head nurse was doing well, and this was a good thing. She nodded and said softly: "Thank you."

He suddenly approached her: "Can you be kind to me? Meng Ting, even if you treat it as an ordinary classmate." If you don't ask for too much, just one is enough.

Meng Ting paused and finally nodded slightly.

He seemed unable to believe that she really agreed, and held the lighter tightly with his fingers. He let go for a while, his eyes were very bright.

Meng Ting couldn't help but open his eyes.

She didn't think too much about it. She and Jiang Ren were in different schools. Even if they followed the trajectory of their previous life, she didn't get along much with him. In the end, he would always return to the Jiang family.

She remembered that when something happened to her, Jiang Ren had already returned to City B.

They wouldn't have much intersection, but he just didn't know.

There were crowds of people outside the hospital, and Jiang Ren asked her to go out first, and Zhao Nuancheng would make arrangements.

After leaving the hospital, the air outside was fresh. Since winter, H City has been getting colder. This is a city that will not snow. Meng Tingsheng is here and dies here.

She lived for nineteen years in her previous life and had never seen real snow once.

She walked along the Xiangzang Tree Road for a long time, and turned around and saw Jiang Ren following him. Meng heard: "What are you doing with me?"

He put his hands in his pocket: "I'll take you home."

"No." Her face was pink and tender, and her eyes were clear and lingering. "You said you won't bother me after the injection."

He couldn't help laughing, and finally compromised, "See you tomorrow."

Meng Ting thought to herself that she would not see you tomorrow. There was a bus stop outside the hospital where she went home. She walked over and waited for the bus for five minutes. Meng Ting looked at her watch and the winter wind blew like a knife.

The cleaning aunt swept away the garbage on the platform so tired that she couldn't stand up. When she saw Meng Ting bent down to help her pick up the broom.

He looked up and smiled: "Thank you little girl."

The girl whispered: "You're welcome."

Only then did the aunt see how handsome the little girl looked, and her smile made her heart soft. She reminded: "It's not easy to wait for the bus on the platform here." Seeing that she was not dressing much, the aunt felt pity, "If it really doesn't work, let your family pick you up."

Meng said thank you, and the aunt left with her pocket.

The wind is really cold.

Especially today, the weather is not good. At nine o'clock in the morning, the coolness in the morning has not yet dissipated, and taking a breath makes the lungs hurt.

When Jiang Ren came over, he saw her standing in the wind, and the small camphor leaves fell in the wind.

She is beautiful just with a quiet side face.

Meng Ting turned his head and saw him a little annoyed: "Didn't you all leave?"

He smiled a little badly: "I can't bear to part with you."

"Jiang Ren, don't talk like this..." Her ears were slightly red, and the two words of insulting were finally said, "Vague."

Her tone was soft and she said that he was so naughty.

He smiled, "Say I'm naughty?"

That year, he wore a grand black down jacket. Because he dyed his black hair back, his whole body was so sharp that he had wild game. His eyebrows were like a sharpened sword, which easily made people retreat.

He approached her and zipped apart.

Her face was flushed with shame, and her eyes were filled with shy water light: "What are you doing?"

He tskated: "What do you mean by being naughty?"

Meng Ting was about to push him away from him, and a down jacket with body temperature draped over her.

She raised her eyes in surprise, and after a while she understood that she had misunderstood him, her cheeks flushed.

Meng heard: "You put it on, I'm not cold."

Jiang Ren snorted and said, "We dirty people are not afraid of the cold."

She bit her lip, held it in for a long time, and finally laughed.

The first time she smiled at him, even if it was just because it was funny. Her smile was so beautiful that it made people feel confused, and her heart was trembling with sweetness.

Meng Ting also felt sorry. She blinked and tried hard to bite her lip to suppress her laughter: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

But in her eyes, Jiang Ren was a naughty man.

It was almost December, and he was wearing a thin shirt inside, and two buttons were unbuttoned on the neckline. He felt like he was unruly.

How could it be that the weather is not cold? She was about to return the clothes to him, but he was very irritable: "If you ask you to wear them, you can wear them. How dare you dislike them?"

Meng Ting was stunned for a long time, but he frowned: "Does it smell like smoke?"

She looked at him with clear eyes. Just as she was about to speak, Jiang Ren gently patted her delicate face, and said with a domineering tone: "You can't take off if you smell it."

She covered her cheeks.

Looking at him with wide eyes, he was full of ruffianism and didn't seem to think that there was something wrong with him so unreasonable.

Jiang Ren saw that her eyes were round and cute.

He smiled and said, "Meng Ting, I won't smoke next time. Don't take it off, can you do it?"

No one will believe this.

Jiang Ren started smoking very early.

However, because of his illness, the psychological and emotional fluctuations needed to be relieved by drugs. He resisted being regarded as a mental illness, so he kept suppressing and calming down by smoking.

No matter who it is over a long time, he will become addicted to smoking.

Meng still remembers that Jiang Ren smoked under the sycamore tree in his previous life.

Shu Lan looked out: "Sister, do you think he is very handsome, do you?"

She shook her head but didn't say much. She actually didn't like the smell of smoke.

Meng Ting didn't take his words seriously, and she finally returned the clothes to him, but he didn't reach out to take them.

"You go back." Meng took a look at the end of the road, "The bus is here."

The bus did come. Meng Ting's luck was not bad, so he soon waited for this bus. He didn't look back, but just looked down at her and suddenly said, "Meng Ting."

She raised her eyes.

The camphor leaves fell behind her, and there was an indescribable beauty. However, among the vast magnificence, no matter who she looked at, her bright eyes were serious and focused.

She looks very beautiful, and her face has a fatal and immature beauty. Damn it, it's really deadly.

He smiled: "I only smoked one cigarette in the hospital in the morning. The coat smelled but the shirt didn't."

She looked at him in confusion, so what? She didn't ask this.

"I really don't want to lie to you."

She nodded, her mind was still getting closer and closer on the bus, and her nasal voice muttered: "Yeah."

She was a little anxious and wanted him to take the clothes. The next moment the boy leaned over and her head hit the boy's chest.

Jiang Ren only wore a simple shirt, but his body was hot in the wind.

The hand pressed behind her head made her confused for a moment. She came back to her senses and reached out to press against his chest. She wanted to push him away, but she didn't push.

Meng Ting blushed: "Jiang Ren, why are you going crazy!"

He buried his head in her shoulder, his tone was low: "I'm not crazy, I'm very awake."

"Then let me go."

He chuckled in a low voice: "Don't let it go."

"You are a gangster!"

"Yeah." He just couldn't help it, she said yes.

She was about to cry when she was angry, and the next moment the bus stopped. He took a deep breath and let her go. Meng Ting subconsciously slapped her. He didn't hide, and the slap was slapped in the face.

It's crisp, but not painful.
To be continued...