Meng Ting shook his head: "No, I can do it myself."

Jiang Ren asked her: "You can repair it?"

Of course she won't.

He turned his face away and said seriously and impatiently: "Hurry up."

She hesitated for a long time and sat down in the back seat. Jiang Ren bent her lips: "Hold on."

He exerted his feet and rode out quickly.

At first, Meng Ting was pulling the back seat of the bicycle, but later she felt afraid.

The boy didn't know where the strength came from, and he rode very fast.

She bit her lip, blushed, and said softly: "Slow down, Jiang Ren."

He smiled a little badly: "If you are afraid, just hold me."

She didn't hug her, she tightly held the back seat of the car. The speed of the car was fast, the wheels were turning rapidly, and he quickly rode the bicycle into a motorcycle, which made people frightened.

When he turned around, Meng Ting exclaimed, she almost felt like she would be thrown out. The sky was approaching, and there were only a few people on the street. The boy was wearing wind and his long legs were strong and strong. The girl didn't say anything, holding the back seat of the car tightly, quietly holding her tears.

He suddenly stopped the car.

He pointed his feet and looked back at her. The wind was gentle, and there was mud and dust from nearby buildings in the air. Her bright eyes were wet, and she also looked up at him. Her slender and beautiful fingers were holding white, and her knuckles were red, and her skin was about to be worn out.

Her forehead was a little scattered by the cold wind, and she was quite embarrassed and pitiful. Her eyes seemed to be falling into the water, bright, soft and hurtful.

He lost the front of the car, pinched her chin, and anger was rolling in his eyes.

"Hate me so much?" I don't want to touch it?

She loosened her white fingers, patted his hand off, lowered her eyes and said nothing.

He stiffened for a long time: "Fuck, is it okay if I was wrong? Show me your hand, does it hurt?"

Seeing that Meng was not responding, Jiang Ren was a little panicked: "Don't cry, I'm a bastard, I shouldn't bully you. Are you afraid, are you? I'll ride slowly, is it even slower than walking?"

She finally raised her eyes, but his heart trembled. Her voice was a little girlish crying: "Ride slowly, don't lie to me."

Worry is grievance. I still insist on breaking the principles and still don’t like him very much. However, I don’t care about his badness. This is a girl who doesn’t hold grudges and is easy to coax.

He laughed, his heart sore and soft: "Okay."

He took off his coat and put it on her seat, afraid that her hands would hurt, so he tied the coat to the seat so that she could pull the clothes.

In winter dusk, the bicycle creaked because of its old age. He had never ridden such a slow bike in his life. She was quiet behind her, but his heart was heavy.

He almost made her cry.

He is really not a thing.

He originally wanted her to hug him, but his heart ached when he thought of it. It was like an uncontrollable feeling, and more like a disease of implanting bone marrow. So he did not waste any means and tried his best.

He blocked the cold wind and, under Meng Ting's guidance, stopped his bicycle and was still a part of the road from the community.

Although this place has not been built, the greening is done well.

She got out of the car, returned the clothes to him, said thank you softly, with sweet voice at the end, and then pushed the car toward the door.

If it was summer, her back would be amazingly beautiful.

However, winter is more gentle and silly.

His heart is hot, sweet and astringent.

Jiang Ren liked someone for the first time in his life, and he actually didn't know how to like her. But her look back could make him feel happy, but it could also make him feel pain from his blood.

"Meng Ting."

She turned around, her eyes puzzled: "Hmm?"

He couldn't help but walk forward a few steps, finally stopped, and smiled and said, "It's okay, go home."

She nodded and gradually walked away.

When Meng heard that he went home, he found something was wrong at home.

Shu Lan's face was covered with tears and snot. Shu Zhigang angrily said while hitting her: "I just wish I had no daughter as you!"

Shu Lan screamed: "Do you think I want a father like you!" She is poor and stupid, and she has made herself in this situation in order to raise other people's seeds.

Shu Yang stood aside and was beaten a few times, but he remained silent and endured the pain.

Meng Ting hurried into the door: "Dad?"

Shu Zhitong's chest was so angry that her chest was undulating. After a while, she lost the stick. No one ignored him and went back to the house.

It was the meal that Meng Ting cooked in the evening, and Shu Lan ran out. Shu Yang ate half a bowl and finally put down the chopsticks. Shu's father said he wouldn't eat it, and he was full of anger.

There were only Meng Ting and Shu Yang on the dining table.

"What happened?"

Shu Yang frowned, but didn't say anything. Meng heard that he didn't speak, so he took the red potion from the room and gave it to him: "Pull it yourself." She lit up the position on his back and said worriedly, "There is blood here."

Shu Yang said: "It's not mine."

He raised his eyes and finally told her the matter: "It was someone else's, I beat him. He accidentally fell down the stairs. Now he is in the hospital. My dad just apologized."

Meng Ting looked at him incredibly.

Shu Yang has a calm personality and doesn't look like a fighter at all.

Shu Yang kept his eyes open, his voice was harsh: "When I went to pick Shu Lan up after school,... that boy was kissing her."

But he didn't say anything, and the boy reached into Shulan's clothes.

Although he was indifferent, he was her brother who came out of her womb. He pulled Shu Lan away on the spot and punched her.

The two of them did sneaky things and chose the corridor. The boy didn't stand firm and rolled down the corridor.

I went to the hospital on the spot.

This incident was a bit big, and the family insisted on losing money. They even called Shu Lan a tutor and hang out with boys at a young age. No wonder Shu Zhitong was so angry.

After listening to him, Meng opened the medicine and said softly: "Okay, wipe the medicine and eat enough."

Shu Yang clenched his fists: "Don't you blame me?"

Meng Ting shook her head and smiled: "You rarely lose your temper." Every time you are impulsive, you always encounter things that cannot even control your mind. For example, she was disfigured that year...

Shu Yang rushed into the sea of ​​fire.

But... he couldn't find himself.

Meng heard: "It's good to protect sisters, but you can't be so impulsive next time. If something really happens to someone, it's too late to regret it." She paused, "How much did Dad pay?"

Shu Yang's face turned gray and said for a while: "That family wants 25,000 yuan, and Dad gives him 6,000 yuan first." He did not regret it when he hit someone, but later he began to reflect on his recklessness.

The family doesn’t have that much money, and Shu Zhigang’s money earned in the research institute is still paying off his debts.

Shu Yang's eyes were dim and there was almost no sign of spirit.

Meng listened to him, went back to the room, and came out soon and showed him the certificate.

The certificate reads: The first place in the national middle school students' mathematics competition, Meng Ting, specially issued this certificate to encourage.

Shu Yang doesn't understand what she means.

Meng Ting put the certificate in his hand: "This one has an 8,000 yuan bonus.

Shu Yang was stunned.

Then he heard the girl's calm and firm voice: "You are so amazing Shu Yang, go to the competition to make money."

A faint light ignited in the boy's black eyes.

The night Shu Lan ran out, Shu's father still went to find her back.

Shu’s father is a father.

Even if the children are in trouble, parents will not be able to give up.

Meng Ting has also learned more in the past two days. The boy who kissed Shu Lan was Zhang Yiyi's boyfriend. His name was Chen Shuo.

Dad Shu wanted to take fruit to see him on weekends.

No matter what, his son beat the other person to the hospital bed. However, the other party spoke up, but Shu Zhitong refused to admit it. He said he wanted a medical bill. However, the family refused to give it and said he would make trouble to No. 7 Middle School.

Chen Shuo was already discharged from the hospital, but because Shu’s father didn’t have enough money, he stayed in the hospital.

Shu Zhitong received a call when he went out, and the institute urgently looked for him. Seeing that it was close to the school, he gave the fruit to Meng Ting and asked Meng Ting to take Chen Shuo to the hospital after school. It was definitely impossible to call Shu Lan, after all, Shu Zhitong was very angry about Shu Lan and the boy.

Meng Ting nodded.

She originally wanted to call Shu Yang, but she was worried that things would worsen, so she didn't call him. Shu Yang has been preparing for physics competition these days. His physics is very good, and he is a little higher than Meng Ting.

Zhao Nuancheng saw that she had carried so many fruits: "Listen, who did you bring for you?"

"A boy in the hospital, my dad asked me to take him there."

“Ohh.”
To be continued...