Chapter 13

It was like the impact of ice and fire. At the moment when Yan Shengli and Jing Zhanyang made eye contact, Wen wanwan felt a terrible cold air.

In September, her thin little body shivered inexplicably, the wind blowing, cold strange.

Jing Zhanyang calmly and indifferently looks at Yan Shengli and Bo Zifan in front of him, and walks to Wen wanwan with long legs.

"You go down first, and I'll help you move the desks and chairs back."

Wen wanwan was surprised to hear that Jing Zhanyang's tone was surprisingly mild!

"Will you help me move it?" Wen wanwan asked in disbelief.

Jing Zhanyang looks down at her eyes, looks at her girl, and then nods her head.

Wen wanwan was surprised again and began to discuss.

What happened?

I was so cold just now, but now I've become a warm man to help my class desk and chair?

However, if he comes to help her move, she has no strength to move now!

Wen wanwan smiles a little, then makes way and goes to the side.

Jing Zhanyang coldly steps forward with Junrong, walks to the desks and chairs, then slightly bends over and reaches for the desks and chairs

"Pa!"

Just at the moment when Jing Zhanyang lifted the desk and chair, Yan Shengli suddenly stretched out his right hand. The beautiful hand with clear bones slapped on the desk, and the desk just off the ground fell back to the ground!

The flowing air seemed to solidify.

Already a little strange atmosphere in this second become more mysterious!

Wen wanwan raised his eyes in surprise and looked at Yan Shengli's exquisite eyebrows in confusion.

"Yan Shengli, what are you doing?" Wen wanwan was puzzled and asked.

"Is this your desk?"

Yan Sheng Li side too cold eyes tone indifference of the rhetorical question, deep not see the bottom of the amber eyes straight Circle Wen Wan's line of sight.

"Yes! This is my desk! So why do you touch my desk! "

"Since it's your desk, I have more reason to touch it."

“……”

Wen wanwan, this guy, is this kind of natural tone again!

Yan Shengli looks back, her cold and proud eyes are directed at the frozen scenery, and her thin lips are gently opened.

"Let go." Indifferent two words, simple and cold.

"Yan Shengli, you just like to have a hard time with me?"

Jing Zhanyang's thin lips gently open and his eyes are cold. Wen wanwan thinks that Jing Zhanyang's whole person is cold!

In the face of Jing Zhanyang's query, Yan Shengli is still calm, and the elegant Junrong is particularly cold.

"Isn't that what you've always believed?"

What the hell?

Do they know each other? And it seems to be two people with "stories"?

There was a question mark in Wen wanwan's little head.

But why did they quarrel with her desk!

Her desk is innocent!

"That, Yan Sheng..."

"Shh... Little beauty, don't talk."

Wen wanwan just opened his mouth and planned to open Yan Shengli. Bo Zifan came to advise, Junrong with a mysterious smile.

"But that's my desk! What do they want? "

Wen wanwan frowned, very depressed.

These two boys are so handsome that they are earth shaking. Is it hard to have a more earth shaking fight now?

"Jing Zhanyang, do you hear me? My girlfriend said, "this is her desk, so please let it go."

At this moment when Wen wanwan was worried, Yan Shengli suddenly opened her mouth, and the sight of Wen wanwan changed slightly.

"Is wenwanwan your girlfriend?"

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