The boy's chest was hard, and the injuries on his forehead had not healed completely yet. No matter how you look at it, it's so fierce.

When he didn't smile, his tone was cold, and his dark pupils looked down at her, which was particularly terrifying.

Meng Ting was afraid of his appearance, so she looked up at him, her eyelashes trembled: "No."

At that time, there was Class 3 next door. The sound of Lang Lang's book came from inside, reading an English text. Jiang Ren said, "Then why don't you let me come to your class?"

She lowered her eyes and pushed him hard: "Let go, I'm in class."

Not far away is the teacher's office. Meng Ting is afraid that the teacher will see it, and speaks in detail, inexplicably, and makes people want to bully it.

Because it was spring, she was thin and her clothes were thin. Jiang Ren’s arms and waist were slender and soft. When he looked down from his perspective, it happened to be her tender and slender neck, as if she could see light green blood vessels.

He couldn't turn his eyes away and suddenly laughed: "Are you afraid that I will pester you?"

Meng Ting was seen through his mind, blushed, and whispered: "No." She made her final struggle, "Can you stop thinking about these things and study hard."

He raised her little face and let her look at him, with a smile in his eyes: "Meng Ting."

The spring breeze is gentle, and her pink cheeks look soft.

"If you don't let me come, I won't come."

She blinked, as if she thought she had heard it wrong.

He smiled and said, "I am a short-sighted person. I only care about immediate interests."

Meng doesn't understand.

Jiang Ren held her cheek and moved the Adam's apple: "You kiss me, I won't come anymore. Can you do it?"

She was stunned for several seconds, and then her ears turned red.

Her response was to pinch the back of his hand and force him to let go.

The little girl only twisted a little flesh and twisted it hard.

He smiled, mom was so painful, but he didn't hide.

After a while, the sound of reading in Class 3 next door stopped. There was a three-point smile in his eyes: "Have you played enough? That's my turn."

He cut her hands back and lowered his head to bury it in her fair neck.

It's noon in March, the sun is shining brightly.

Meng Ting's face turned red.

The teacher next door roared, "You will never die if you study. You didn't have dinner in the morning! Read it again!"

The boy in front of her was full of endless strength. He was not afraid of pain when he hit him, but scolded him shamelessly. Meng Ting was both ashamed and angry, and finally cried.

She had a despair that could not be possible no matter how far away from him, why was he so slutty? Meng Ting's shoulders were thrusting.

Jiang Ren looked up and her eyelashes were stained with tears, as if she was about to bite him hard.

He felt ache in his heart and gently wiped her tears. The boy's fingers were rough, afraid that his cheeks would turn red.

Jiang Ren hadn't done anything yet, and he didn't even have time to taste the taste. He could only smell the warm fragrance of his daughter, which was so trembling.

However, she really cried this time.

The sound of reading in Class 3 started again, and this time it was much louder.

"Why are you crying, didn't you do anything?"

"I'm wrong, can't I come to borrow it?"

"I won't touch you anymore." He coaxed her, "Hey, stop crying, can I make you teased you just now."

He coaxed him humbly, and Meng Ting wiped away his tears, and walked around him and left. He didn't want to say anything more to him.

The annoyance and unavoidableness in her eyes hurt Jiang Ren's heart. Even though he knew he was wrong, he still couldn't help but remember that night she kissed someone in the snow. His heart hurts so much that his jealousy.

She was so obedient at that time, wearing the most beautiful clothes, and cooperating with another person with her face. She always beat and kicked him.

Jiang Ren just wanted to get closer to her.

He couldn't help but be attracted by her. He was shameless, didn't have self-esteem, and wanted nothing. But she still didn't like him. He was actually not that frivolous, but couldn't wait to prove something.

Jiang Ren felt for the first time that he liked someone because he wanted to tear her apart, but he also held her in his heart and pity her.

Jiang Ren held her wrist.

He couldn't care, but he couldn't care.

He couldn't think about Xu Jia's incident. He went crazy for a winter vacation and made himself forget it. But he couldn't help but come over after seeing her next time.

The heart was repeatedly gnawed. The more he smiled, the more he wanted to break it. But what was ridiculous was that he didn't dare to hear the break it.

So he did not refuse his father's arrangement for the first time. But she didn't want him to come to No. 7 Middle School.

Well, he is honestly back to the vocational high school.

It doesn't hinder the eyes of these top students.

But what about Xu Jia?

Jiang Ren tried his best to tell her calmly: "Your little boyfriend didn't come to see me, he was very bad." He wanted to touch her hair, but when she raised her eyes, he withdrew his hand, "Don't like him, okay?" It seemed to be reasoning, and it seemed to be begging.

Meng Ting talked to him.

But she now hates Jiang Ren the most in the world.

She felt that nothing he said was not good.

She didn't want the lie to be bigger and bigger like a snowball, she just shook his hand away and walked towards her classroom.

Jiang Ren watched her leave, but Meng Ting said nothing, and he agreed that she refused.

He wanted to sneer, but in front of Xu Jia, he wanted to stab him twice.

One she likes, the other he hates.

Oh, he didn't even have the qualifications to come to their class to study.

Xu Jianuo became like that, and she was not disappointed. What's the good thing about Xu Jia? Good grades? Is it true that she said he lowered the average score?

Jiang Ren was in a state of fire and followed her into the shift.

Meng entered the classroom, where he was taking physics classes. Teacher Deng’s lectures were ups and downs, and from time to time, a few words of Cantonese appeared. The students followed him and imitated them, so the class was quite interesting.

Meng Ting shouted for a report, and Teacher Deng said to come in.

Teacher Deng would be angry after someone else had been in class for so long.

But Meng Ting was different. She must have delayed her going to the office. She was usually well-behaved and obedient, and every teacher liked her. Therefore, she was more tolerant.

Meng Ting sat in the third row and just finished sitting, the whole class was silent. Everyone stared at the outside with wide eyes. After a moment, they all looked excited and crazy. Oh my god, this is Jiang Ren from the vocational high school! Why did Jiang Ren come to their class?

Meng Ting turned his head and saw Jiang Ren with a blank expression at a glance.

Meng Ting almost stood up. What was he going to do? Are he crazy?

Teacher Deng pushed his glasses and frowned at the boy at the door. The boy was wearing a black shirt and black sweatpants. There was a scar on his forehead, and he was obviously not a student of their school.

Teacher Deng has a good temper: "Classmate, are you okay?"

Jiang Ren bent his lips: "Hello, teachers and classmates."

Class 1 was so excited! They had heard of this boss next door for a long time. He was so wild and it was obvious that he was not a good thing. He had never seen such an unruly person in class.

Teacher Deng's face turned black.

Jiang Ren said: "If you ask a question, leave. What is the average score of your class?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was confused.

Meng Ting was stunned for a long time, ashamed and angry, and wanted to die with him!

Teacher Deng said impatiently: "Go and ask the class teacher. She is in the office at this time, so don't disturb me in class."

The people in the class did not dare to speak. The most naughty Li Yilong sat on the "special throne" of the first row of single-person tables in the class. He glanced at the transcript posted next to him, and then replied with a loud smile: "Brother Nin! 538!"

There was a burst of laughter in the class.

Brother Ninja 666!

Jiang Ren also smiled: "Thank you."

He turned around and left, but did not break his promise.

Teacher Deng slammed the table: "Okay, okay, look at the blackboard, see what he does! I won't learn well all day long!"

Several girls in the class whispered: "He looks pretty good." They are not as good-looking as a young student, but they are indeed another kind of cold and hard style. They are very manly.

"Shh, Lao Deng is here."

Zhao Nuancheng didn't hold back and quietly wrote a note and handed it to Meng Ting--

"Look, why did he ask our class for the average score?" She was really curious. After writing, she quickly threw it on Meng Ting's desk while the teacher was writing on the blackboard.

After a while, Zhao Nuancheng received a reply from Meng Ting.

She quietly unfolded her handwriting, but her beautiful handwriting was penetrated through the back of the paper, revealing the anger of the girl gritting her teeth.
To be continued...