Chapter 116

Song Qingcheng found that he was looking at herself, and she backed away a little uneasily. "The housekeeper said that your stomach is not comfortable. Let me bring up this bowl of millet porridge for you to eat."

"So you didn't come here voluntarily?" Ji Zhengting's tone became a little cool.

Song Qingcheng Nunu mouth, "of course, I volunteered, and no one tied me over."

"You know that's not what I mean." He was referring to whether her concern was voluntary.

Song Qingcheng looked at him and pretended not to understand, "this porridge is going to be cold. Get up and have a drink. Millet porridge can nourish the stomach. It's comfortable to drink. "

She digs the subject and brings the bowl to him.

"Put it here, you go out." Ji Zhengting doesn't look at her. He looks a little angry.

Song Qingcheng didn't know what he was angry about?

She said she was in a temper before, but she felt that his temper was not small, and it was a little puzzling.

"Are you still mad at me for last night?" Song Qingcheng thought about it, and only last night she left and provoked him. She couldn't think of anything else.

"No He answered decisively.

How could he be angry about something irrelevant?

"Then why did you go for a drink last night and come back so late?" Song Qingcheng directly exposed him.

“…… It's none of your business Ji Zhengting never looked at her.

Song Qingcheng's heart sank. I feel a little lost in my heart.

It turns out that he is not because of himself. It turns out that everything has nothing to do with him. It turns out that he is just amorous.

Well, she shouldn't think she has so much weight in his heart.

"Put the medicine and water at the head of the bed. You can do it yourself." Song Qingcheng put the bowl back and left the room.

Ji Zhengting's hand on the bed shook for a while, then clenched it, restrained himself from stretching out to hold her.

I could hear the coldness in her voice. The light temperature, for him, was colder than the ice. It went into the bottom of my heart and seemed to coagulate the blood.

Ji Zhengting coughed again in a hurry, although he was restraining himself all the time.

Song Qingcheng steps slightly pause for a while, the corner of the eye see his painful appearance, in the heart still can't bear. But in the end, he gritted his teeth and left the room.

Ji Zhengting leaned on the bed and looked at the closed door, as if he had cut off the budding hope at the bottom of his heart.

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The next day, when song Qingcheng got up and went downstairs, there were only Ji Ling and Ji Mu on the breakfast table. She subconsciously glanced at the room upstairs.

At this point, he should get up. Is it because I'm not comfortable and I haven't got up yet?

"Good morning, Miss Song." When the housekeeper saw her in a daze, he took the initiative to say hello to her.

"Good morning." Song Qingcheng came back. She wanted to ask the housekeeper, but she thought she was too redundant.

Ji Zhengting is not a child. He has a mother, a sister and so many servants. He doesn't need his extra care.

She had breakfast and took uncle Liang's car to school on time at the door.

Thinking of today's new job, song Qingcheng's mood finally got better at home.

However, just entered the school gate, ushered in a variety of different purposes.

That kind of eyes with ridicule and satire is too obvious, let song Qingcheng suddenly feel bad. She even checked herself from top to bottom. She was dressed normally. Was there something on her face?

She quickly raised her mobile phone and specially turned on the camera to take a picture of herself. Her face was clean, just like in peacetime.

Then why are all these staring at her like a monster?

No, no!

Instead of staring at monsters, it's more like looking at clowns. Sometimes they sneer and sometimes they look contemptuous.

The look made her uncomfortable.

When song Qingcheng was standing there depressed, two female classmates who were together bumped into her. They did not walk along the spacious road, but bumped into her. This posture was obviously provocative.

"Why, blind?" Song Qingcheng's heart was on fire, and the tone was naturally not so good.

The other side turned her one eye, a pair of toe high gas high look, then is pulling the voice of the strange yang to open mouth, "yo ~ this is not song Qingcheng! Why don't you come to our school instead of being in the detention house? "

Song Qingcheng face a cold, know each other in exciting themselves, she can't be deceived. She glanced at the school and then asked, "where does it say it's your school?"

The other side sneered coldly, "if it's my school, I'll be ashamed to have students like you!"

"I think you'd better take care of your own face." Song Qingcheng didn't care to deal with this. She had to go.

But the other side stepped forward in front of her, blocked her, triumphantly picking eyebrows, "even if my face is no longer good, I don't go to the place like some people to sell my body."The last two words, the other side deliberately bite particularly heavy.

"Who are you talking about? Without evidence, you'd better keep your mouth clean! " Song Qingcheng was irritated and angry, and roared at each other.

The other side didn't have the slightest fear, hummed and laughed, "since you dare to do it, what else can't you admit? What's more, it's not about whether you admit it or not. The TV news has burst out, and there's a lot of hard evidence. "

The other party saw song Qingcheng angry, the face of the rampant and schadenfreude is more obvious.

Song Qingcheng ponders that Ji Ling knows about her part-time job in the sweat steaming hall except Xin Yue, so the person who exposed it must be Ji Ling.

I know that Ji Ling's car and bank card will not be taken away like this.

This woman is quite overcast.

"It's just an individual action. You'd better not kill a boat of people with one shot, otherwise, the disaster will come out of your mouth." Song Qingcheng's arrogance has been restrained. After all, it's a fact that I work in a sweat shop. Sophistry will only darken the truth.

"You are not afraid of doing practical things. What's the fear of us innocent and upright students of the three virtues?"

"That's it

Song Qingcheng didn't want to be entangled with them, so he just kept silent and left.

"Some people dress up like a pure girl all day long, and they are doing all kinds of green tea whores behind their back. They think that others don't know, even if they don't know, their old nest will be exposed, and they have the face to go to school. If they are really shameless, they are invincible."

"It's true. I heard that many of the service ladies in that sweat steaming restaurant are close to senior officials and rich people. I don't know why our school flower is not close to them."

"It's estimated that if you don't have enough Kung Fu, you are not happy to serve men."