Chapter 217

It was the first time she saw Jiang ting.

He is different from the rich children she knows.

Although his eyebrows and eyes are not open, he has a kind of temperament and demeanor that is hard to describe. He is elegant, not close to people, and cold and not hurtful.

It's contradictory.

Xu anqing saw such a contradictory person for the first time.

The crystal chandelier's aura fell on him. He was bright and bright, but his face was pale. His voice was light. He was holding champagne in his hand and following Jiang Guoteng. He nodded with her father, "Hello, Jiang Ting, the second son of Jiang family."

Jiang ting.

She listened quietly, but kept the name in her mind.

I always feel that these two words may be a catastrophe for me. I should not approach him, but I still put them in the empty corner of my heart.

Then father touched her arm lightly.

She just came back to her senses and realized that she had been in a trance for a long time. She hurriedly apologized, "my name is Xu Anqing. An is peaceful, and Qing is sunny."

He took a look at her.

Very light very light one eye, then takes back the vision, then walked far.

It seems that he is just a passer-by who comes to the party. His words and introductions are just polite.

Xu anqing felt a little sad.

He stood in the wall between the bright interface, a person, with wine, suit, eyes, staring at the distance.

What is he thinking?

I want to know.

I want to know his world.

I really want to have more interaction with this boy.

Then she did the boldest thing she had ever done.

At the beginning of the dance, Jiang Ting was about to leave. For the first time in her life, she rushed out to chase a boy.

He walked very fast, leaving only a clean back and a clear back.

She chased him for a long time, and finally caught up with him, unconsciously pulling his sleeve.

"Jiang Ting!"

The pulled boy, standing in front of the black sports car body, glanced at her slightly.

A pair of deep peach blossom eyes, introverted and outward, have a deadly attraction in the night.

Attracted by her eyes, she swallowed her throat and said subconsciously, "I want to talk with you..."

As soon as the voice falls, I wish I could break my tongue.

What is she talking about?

The latter flicks her hand lightly, the voice falls, the eyebrows and eyes seem to contain some kind of disdain. "Don't you feel ashamed to hold on to a strange boy and say 'want to talk to him'?"

"I'm sorry, I don't mean that. I don't usually mean that!"

She was hurt by the coolness and disdain of his eyes, and her intact heart suddenly became twisted like a newly washed bed sheet.

She really said that to a boy for the first time.

Why is he so disgusted?

Seeing that he was going to drive away, she grabbed him again, and her voice caught her humble plea. "Do you have a girlfriend? If not, can I be your girlfriend?"

Jiang Ting's side face is shrouded in a street lamp, with a clear and firm outline. At a young age, his eyes are full of maturity and heaviness that his peers don't have.

"I don't have a girlfriend now, maybe in the future, but that person won't be you."

"Why?!"

She blurted out, her heart twitching with pain.

"I just said the wrong thing. I just like you. I fell in love with you at first sight. That's all!"