Chapter 6

"The boy swallowed his saliva," fuck him! "

"What if I don't agree?"

Yi Zhi pressed that uncomfortable, smiled and took out a pink envelope from his schoolbag: "do you look familiar?"

Bad tone and provocative eyes.

Jiang Fuyue frowned.

That's

"I didn't expect that your writing was very good, but your handwriting was a little ugly. No wonder Ling Xuan didn't read it -"

Bang!

Before he finished, there was a sharp pain in his jaw, and Yi Zhi was stunned.

Jiang Fuyue bent her elbow and put him against the wall.

The boy smelled the faint fragrance again. His hand was loose. The basketball originally carried by the net suddenly fell to the ground, bounced a few times and didn't move.

But his heart can't calm down, poop, poop

Jump all over.

Jiang Fuyue took the opportunity to snatch the envelope from his hand. Her tone was very light, but her eyes were fierce: "where did you come from?"

Yi Ci was still immersed in that strange and novel feeling, and didn't respond for a long time.

Until the woman made a sudden effort and almost put him out of breath: "I picked it up!"

"Where did you pick it up?"

"Next to the trash can in the corridor." he watched Ling Xuan throw it away with his own eyes. The key is not accurate.

"Did you open it?"

"No!"

Jiang Fuyue arrived tighter, "did you see it?"

"Cough, cough... I'm out of breath... You, mou... Kill..."

"See?"

"Really not! I don't believe you check... Seal... Didn't tear..."

Jiang Fuyue looked at it. It was really intact. She immediately let go, put the letter in her pocket, turned and left.

"Hello -" Yi CI leaned against the wall and shouted at her back.

Jiang Fuyue doesn't look back.

The boy grunted and touched his neck, "hiss..."

Tough enough!

He leaned over to pick up the basketball, stamped out the cigarette butts on the ground and strode away.

All this was clearly seen by three pairs of eyes in the car.

"Oh, my pants are off, that's it?" the 17-year-old boy tilted in the back seat, without a shape, and his long bent legs perked up for a while, as if he didn't have enough meaning for the scene just now.

Linnan No. 1 middle school, right?

Tut Tut, it seems that his future high school life will not be too boring.

"Sit down." suddenly, a cold voice came from his side.

The boy was stiff and his legs stopped shaking. He sat up straight quickly: "Uncle..."

The noise made the front row driver hear something flattering.

The little prince of the Zhong family, the famous devil of the mixed world in the whole capital, actually has today?

However, looking at the other person sitting in the back seat, the driver is not surprised at all.

The man's eyebrows are cold and his sitting posture is correct. He sees a sense of distance at a glance. Even if he has driven for him for three years, he still doesn't dare to look directly at each other's face.

Some people are not on earth even if they step in the dust.

"Uncle, you see, school is over now. Why don't you... Come back tomorrow? Anyway, it's not urgent for one or two days."

"After you go in, someone will take you to report."

"But..."

"Get off."

Zhong Ziang hardened his head and didn't move: "well... Can the pocket money rise a little?"

The man turned his eyes coldly and looked at him. For a moment, the boy only felt a burst of cold frost coming on his face, which made him excited: "when, when I didn't say."

Then he opened the door and fled.

Seeing the boy into the school gate, the man can take back his sight.

The driver thought, "Ninth master, do you want to wait for the young master?"

"No. go back to Yutian Washington."

"Yes."

Suddenly, the mobile phone ring rang with the engine sound at the same time. The driver turned off and looked at the screen: "it's miss."

The man stretched out his hand, his big palm with distinct bones, his skin color was cold white, and cyan blood vessels could be seen on the back of his hand.

The driver handed over the phone.

The man put it in his ear: "big sister."

"Xiao Jiu, have you arrived at linhuai? How's Zi Ang? Has he caused you any trouble?" the woman's voice was as gentle as water.

"Here we are, no trouble." it was concise.

"Has the transfer been done yet?"

"Yes."

"Which school is it?"

The man looked out of the window, "Linnan No. 1 middle school."

"The top five key middle schools in linhuai city should be good."

The man frowned, and suddenly flashed in his mind what he had just seen: the girl holding a cigarette and rudely and forcefully pushed the boy against the wall. They seemed to be fighting for a pink envelope, or just flirting?

In short, it is not the behavior of normal high school students.

Remembering that Zhong Ziang was also a demon king, Xie Dingyuan felt that elder sister was too optimistic: "I don't think so."

"Xiao Jiu?" the woman felt nervous when she heard the speech. "Is Zi ang in trouble again?"

"... No."

"That's good. Your brother-in-law and I can't control it. Now he only listens to your words, whether he beats or scolds. Don't be soft. He can cause such a big disaster this time. It can be seen how much he is used to..."

Xie Yunzao also said a lot. Men only listen quietly and rarely take the initiative to speak unless necessary.

At the end of the call, Xie Dingyuan rubbed his temples wearily and told the driver, "let's go."

……

After climbing the stairs, Jiang Fuyue was about to take out the key, and the door opened.

Wearing an apron, Jiang Xiaodi stood timidly behind the door to make way for her: "sister."

"HMM." Jiang Fuyue put on her slippers and walked in.

Jiang Xiaodi still took the spoon for dinner, but Jiang Fuyue took the initiative to take the dishes and chopsticks and put them away, and then filled the meal with ease.

Under the slightly surprised gaze of Jiang Xiaodi, she calmly put a piece of tofu into her mouth and chewed it before she said, "don't you eat?"

"... want, want to eat."

"Straighten your tongue before you speak."

Jiang Xiaodi lowered his head in embarrassment, and then gave a good voice.

Jiang Fuyue resisted the impulse to rub his hair, coughed and continued to eat.

Once again, watching Jiang Chenxing eat a pot full of rice into his stomach, Jiang Fuyue is very calm.

"Sister, I'll do the dishes!"

Jiang Fuyue gave a sound and didn't rush to do it again.

After washing the dishes, Jiang Xiaodi sealed the part of the clean food left to his parents with plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator. During the period, he swallowed his saliva.

When he returned to his room, he found his sister standing at his desk and looking through his exercise book.

Jiang Chenxing clapped: "sister..."

Jiang Fuyue looked back and said in a deliberative tone, "can we have half of the table?"

The original owner never does his homework, so this desk is basically used by Jiang Xiaodi.

"Uh huh! Of course! I, I'll take my things..."

"No, I'll just sit here." the table was clean, but there were Jiang Xiaodi's textbooks in front, which didn't affect the use.

Jiang Chenxing ran to the living room and came in with a stool. His eyes twinkled at her: "sister, sit down."

When he was a child, Jiang Chenxing liked to stick to Jiang Fuyue, but Jiang Fuyue had to go to school, so he could only stay at home alone, so he dreamed of going to school with his sister.

But the truth is that the difference between sister and brother is nearly 6 years old. It is impossible to be in the same grade or even in the same school.

To this end, Jiang Xiaodi hid and cried for a long time. Later, this wish retreated and became to do his homework with his sister.

But Jiang Fuyue, who went to high school, doesn't do her homework at all. Sometimes she doesn't even carry her schoolbag home.

The expectation failed again, but Jiang Xiaodi stubbornly set aside half the empty table in the hope that one day a miracle will occur.

So, is it going to appear now?