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However, I am not a guest, nor is he mine.

"Miss Lin …"

The person was also quick, immediately blocking in front of me. There was a trace of surprise on his face, as if he didn't expect that I would do this, and he only wanted to complete the mission. His face was slightly red, and his words were short of words, "Miss Mo, what's the point?" Young Master Zhao has admired you for a long time. Young Master Zhao would naturally explain it to Young Master Yu.

What do you mean?

What did he mean by that?

What about the score?

A five-line spectrum or a six-line spectrum?

Otherwise, I can do it with a simple manual. Your words are unreliable, and I can't even touch the handle of the knife in my pocket. I stare at you coldly, not knowing you, and send you three words for free: Don't mess with me.

Staring at the corridor behind him, my body doesn't feel warm at all. Cold flames, it's possible to ignite them.

There were many students surrounding them and they all fell silent for the winter vacation. They were so happy to see such a good show. They formed a circle and discussed amongst themselves.

They started guessing the meaning behind Young Master Yu's words, as well as the underlying meaning behind treating me to a meal.

Of course, for some reason, he didn't grow anywhere else during the new year. Every day, he would have a good meal and sleep soundly. His chest grew a circle, and his previous underwear had tightened a bit.

So, this, this... It was obvious that the place where they had stirred up trouble was a place where the discussions could be caught by the shadows of the wind.

There was no meaning in talking about others, and it was even more meaningless to care about others' opinions.

He had lived a lifetime with no one beside him, not even his parents.

Since that's the case, I naturally don't have a need to care.

Sideway, I'll make a detour, okay?

"Miss Lin …"

The person scratched his head and took two steps back. Whoever he bumped into, he blocked in front of me and said in a good mood,

"Miss Mo, please don't do this. Although Young Master Zhao couldn't compare to Young Master Yu, but at least … Em, I'll treat you to a meal. You can decide the time and the conditions. Oh, there are also these two things. You should keep them.

"Are you going to block my way?"

With my hands in my pockets and my angel's wings in one hand and my Swiss Army knife in the other, my eyes were cold and my heart calm.

In the words of old man Descartes, "I think so, I think so." Of course, the High Monk of the Floating Cloud Temple would say that there was no dust in her heart... What do you mean by 'whatever you want'? Just take him for a fart and move him aside. It's fine if you don't want him to. There are security guards in the school and knives in your hands.

His eyes were cold, his heart calm. He looked at the other party quietly, blinking his eyes slowly. The frequency was the same as before. There was no need for him to be any faster, nor was it any slower.

It's not good to swing a sword all day long, so I let it go once, twice, but not a third time.

You let him fart and he'll be proud.

The person seemed to be panicking. He scratched his head with his smile still on his face. He even said with a bit of an obsequious smile,

"Miss Lin, you see, I'm just passing along a message. I can't carry on my message, and I can't be a person when I go back." "Miss Mo, let's put the things away first. We can discuss about other things."

I calmly looked at him, coldly staring at him. After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and stretched out his hand, stuffing something in front of me …

I took two steps back, took out my knife, opened it and lightly said:

"I don't know you. I don't know Zhao Qian, Sun, Li either. If you harass me for no reason, I'll call the police. "

I don't know if it's going to work, but I want to say it anyway.

It couldn't be considered an excuse.

Actually, I wanted to stab someone.

The person's originally handsome face turned even redder than the rose in his hand, and his gentle voice stuttered as he chuckled. When he came back to himself, he said:

"Miss Mo, that's not right. How could it be called unprovoked harassment? Everyone knew that Young Master Zhao could afford a hundred thousand a year. If it wasn't for Young Master Yu … "Don't worry, Young Master Zhao will absolutely not touch you. I won't let you make things difficult for Young Master Yu …"

I sidestepped, and he took another step.

I've never seen my aunt take the initiative to stab you, have I?!

He stepped forward, holding the flowers in his hands.

Alright, I will paddle, and call the police after I'm done!

Didn't the school strengthen its precautions? Didn't Yin Yijie send someone to protect me?

Why is it all gone?

I have my own hands...

"Nice makeup!" "What's going on?"

Zhou Qingyun quickly walked out from the crowd.

My hands froze, and I didn't look back.

I indifferently replied:

"Teacher Zhao, someone insulted me for no reason and stopped me from going to the classroom."

"Pretentious."

The man looked dissatisfied. His voice was calm, and his heart was cold.

Zhou Qingyun, who was standing beside me, grabbed my arm and pointed at a few of my classmates and said:

"The school has people causing trouble, are you just going to watch? Wang Changqian, you go find the school police. Ran Hua, you guys keep an eye on him. "

Zhou Qingyun's words were very calm, but they carried the righteousness of a teacher, causing others to feel a sense of respect for her.

I lowered my head. With teacher here, it's inconvenient for me to hide. Actually, I don't want to be under the gaze of so many people …

"Your makeup is really nice, don't worry." As long as you're in school, no one can bully you. "

Zhou Qingyun pressed a hand on my shoulder, silently cheering me on.

She must have seen the tiredness in my eyes, whether she understood it or not.

Actually, I don't know much about the whole thing either.

However, other than Yin Yijie who was there on the night of his birthday, who else knew about the matter between me and Yu Hu Bing?

The other party's tone was too obvious. Could it be that he didn't really want to invite me, but was just here to frame me?

Who wants to frame me, that's all, is there any point? I don't know.

However, I do not doubt Zhou Qingyun's words.

Although I am eighteen, I am still a student, and the school is responsible; moreover, I am an outstanding student with outstanding academic results, and I am probably willing to let the principal step in.

However, in the midst of this endless disturbance, I felt a little tired. Really, I was tired.

For no reason at all, or weariness.

Yeah, if it was Comfortable or if it was Sung University that sent me to school, they would definitely not ignore it.

But now the driver was Yuri's man, and now he was sitting in the car.

If Yin Yijie was at home, he wouldn't let me suffer.

If Yin Yijie... If he hadn't 'given' me the jade pot ice, would he not have come here? Yin Yijie …

"Take care of yourself... "Ke Er can do it …"

No grievances.

Isn't it just some nonsense? How many times have I heard of it? Why have I become so delicate all of a sudden?

Do I have the right to be a pampered person? No.

I am an old dress that no one wants, I have no right to be delicate, I can only straighten my back and continue my own path.

If he continued on his path, perhaps he should have taken it before Yin Yijie appeared.

I, stayed in the snug for more than two years, could it be that I have degenerated from an ostrich into a chicken? He was not evolving towards the eagle?!

F * * k! Cold sweat trickled down his back! I've learned to be arrogant.

Luckily, he did not reveal the wings of the angel just now. Otherwise, he would be prepared for it in the future.

But I shouldn't have shined the knife.

It seems that everyone in a circumference of a hundred miles knows that I have this habit.

Yin Yijie said, if I meet an expert, my knife is useless.

Alas, I have been degenerated, severely degenerated.

He was thinking about Yin Yijie and his embrace, but he had forgotten about his words.

Just now, if it really wasn't possible, I would have gone around in circles a few more times, what are you doing making me look like an enraged rooster?

If I took something and stuffed it in the trash, wouldn't it be better than this? Maybe he was spoiled by Yin Yijie.

Sigh, failure … Her stepmother.

The school police hurried over with a relatively fast speed. Behind them were two capable looking men. Although they pretended to be fine, I guessed that they were either Yin Yijie or Yu Hu Bing's men.

For some reason, the man who delivered the flowers did not even bother to explain himself to Zhou Qingyun, instead calmly waiting for the school police officers to arrive.

The surrounding crowd of spectators grew more and more numerous, and their gazes started to search for the center of attention.

The man who delivered the flowers opened the jewelry box and a bright necklace appeared. He handed it over to me and chuckled.

"Misunderstanding. Young Master Zhao admires Miss Makeup's character. How can you say that when you let me present a gift? "Who doesn't know that Miss Mian looks outstanding …"

The same bullsh * t words were both fluent and polite, as if I had really become something in a certain circle, but it wasn't easy to be picky about it.

"The school prohibits outsiders from entering. No matter what, please leave immediately."

Zhou Qingyun also couldn't say anything.

It's not appropriate to argue or arrest anyone.

It was better to expel them.

Almost all the third year teachers had arrived.

Everyone glanced at each other. Teacher, how many of you are the people who love to cause trouble? Release him.

The surrounding students dispersed in all directions. They didn't see the good show, but they heard a few good words.

I can chew it for a few more days, and then, well, before I even turn around and walk away, someone starts to ruminate:

"I heard that a few men were fighting last time. Now, isn't it time to fight again? Oh, don't come to school. A few cars to school, and everybody's in trouble … "

"That's right. Ai, that thing is valuable. There is always such a strong man to snatch it from. It's worth it."

This bro seems to want to know what's going on? I remember there was a comrade in the beauty salon in Fanji, look at the scene...

Ugh … He wanted to vomit.

What he said was true.

It was good that he wasn't affected at home earlier. How could he …

I left quickly and turned into the bathroom. I needed some peace, some quiet space to adjust.

All strength and calmness were weapons; weapons were usually two-sided.

The weapon of absolute destruction would either exhaust one's own energy or allow one to see oneself at the same time.

Weapons were usually forged by pouring fresh blood.

That's right, I can see that all very lightly, but, the heart, can't tolerate the rational in pain, is trembling.

Not for anything else, but because, at this moment, the person I love doesn't love me anymore, leaving me with a pile of chicken feathers.

Squatting down, he poured the bag of books to the side. It turned out to be a dumpling, rolling around in the empty bag.

I slowly stood up. Although she was my aunt, she was still very young.

I've always been in good health. Maybe I'm not in a good mood lately.

Who knows.

On the other hand, the thing on my back made me feel a sense of heaviness.

Liao Liang, actually, has experienced similar pain as me, or, pain is originally incomparable.

She had lost her father, and her family had suffered a huge blow. I don't know.

But one thing: she was coming.

She had a much calmer personality than before, and a faint smile appeared on her face. She had grown up.

What about me?

After all I've been through, do I need to feel sorry for this little bit of sarcasm?

So what if it's Yin Yijie? So what if it's Jade Gorge Ice? Am I supposed to jump off a building and commit suicide without them?

Should I cut myself a piece of meat with a knife every day, or throw up every day?

It's not necessary.

Without a father, I would have been able to live happily. Without that flowery young master, I should have just knelt down at the fork of the road and cried, "I'm even more wronged than Dou Er!?"

Why do I feel like the more I try to evolve into an eagle, the more I degenerate into a chicken?

Fallen, fallen, came from his own indulgence.

Well, I finally found it.

And I found genetic evidence.

Really, it was definitely scientific, and it was reasonable.

Look, my father is a hoodlum, so he's not much of a snob, is he? My mother, her profession, not to mention, of course, is also the result of her own indulgence.

What about me? Continue receiving guidance from the genes? Listen, it seems a little less beautiful and less perfect.

After washing my hands and briefly tidying them up, I walked out of the bathroom and headed for the new classroom. I continued to ponder about my philosophy and possible genetics.

Well, then.

Was corruption necessary?

Or, me, my grandmother is not fallen, I should still have a quarter of her blood in me, maybe I can consider changing.

Also, there can be mutations in the genes as well. I might be able to mutate a little, isn't that not bad?

It felt good. If I don't break it, I won't be able to stand up. After breaking through four years, I would be reborn.

I have cleared my head, instead of beating the gongs and drum and posting the notices.

Liao Liang's bag of dumplings, let me understand: plain simple living, sweeping other things to the garbage, is a very meaningful thing, is also an important means to prevent corruption and sharp weapons.

Growing up was not about raising your eyes to the sky and raising your hands to your head; it was about keeping your hands at your sides, where you could reach them, and keeping your eyelids down when you had problems with them, protecting them a little, ignoring them a little, and opening them again.

There was nothing, there was nothing. There was nothing, there was nothing. What was this supposed to mean?

Who said I wasn't taken care of by Yin Yijie?

How do you want to define a package?

Do I need to give myself a definition, an explanation? No need.

In the past, his conscience was clear. In the future, his conscience was clear.

Now, keep your feet firmly planted on the ground.

Uh, thinking work, sometimes it is necessary to do, the correct thinking, so as to be able to go along, less detour less turning back.

Well, I think there's a need for this.

For example, sitting in my seat, I feel that my waist is very straight, proud obviously.

However, there was no arrogance.

Because of me, it's me.

A trivial me, that's all.

"Makeup is nice …"

Chen Hua stood next to me, looking at me with a bright smile.

I turned to look at the sky. It was a bit dark.

If nothing unexpected happened, it might rain or snow.

He must be the unseasonably hot little Yang Chun. He must be a wild pig in the first month of the year, and he must be rotting in the second month of the year. This is not a good phenomenon.

However, Ran Hua was the sun in the sky, so he wasn't affected by the fire and smoke in the mortal world. He continued to shine brilliantly.

"Nice makeup, hmph..." "I'd like to tell teacher that we should change our seats and sit at the same table. What do you think?"

I lowered my head and waited for the book to come out. Nothing else mattered to me.

"On what basis? We've been at the same table for five or six years.

Zhao Yun interjected from behind.

Wasn't he bragging with the other students? Why was his ears so sharp? Moreover, he returned to his seat blushing with emotion. He sat beside me and confidently declared his' right to be at the same table as me '. Do you know that this right is not protected by law?

There was nothing, there was nothing. Who wanted to play around?

I took out my notebook, played with it, and watched the news.

Local news, headline.

"The Yin family is operating normally, the rumors are breaking on their own."

Oh, let me see.

Hundreds of thousands of employees of the Yinshi Enterprise were paid their salaries, their year-end awards were issued, and they were paid according to tax (several companies in the company enjoyed preferential tax rates). Purchasing was normal, and sales were normal …

And so on. The guy concluded that the rumour about the shortage of money in Yinshi, which had been causing trouble for quite a while, was a rumour.

Of course, the creator of the news concluded that the results of the annual report had not yet come out, and whether the loss had caused the rumour needed further observation.

No... I can't say I didn't understand it at all. Brian forced me to look at the Principles of Economics, but at least I understood the literal meaning of these words.

Taxes, wages, and purchases were the most basic expenses of an enterprise. If one had money to spend, it naturally couldn't be said that the other had no money.

He thought of Jade Gorge Ice's ten million, who knew which one would be enough? It didn't seem like much of a concept.

In the past, when he looked at Yin Yijie's email, he only remembered his report, which was usually in the millions. Usually, when he looked at Yin Yijie's email, he only remembered his statement, which was usually in the millions.

"Your makeup is really nice. Yo, you're starting to care about the economy. In the future, you'll be an entrepreneur."

Behind me, a boy squeezed in.

Zhao Yun was staring at mung beans with the King of Golden Birds, still unable to react to the fact that I was the mastermind.

"To be the first to arrive at a nearby brothel, I have such conditions and basic knowledge."

A girl. I didn't listen. I didn't know what she meant.

There was a lot of discussion behind it, and it gave me a feeling: spring this year, especially cold weather, early spring.

Argument: The thunder of spring strikes in advance and the flies awaken early.

Conclusion: Since it's a fly, why should I listen to a fly? Who knows the language of flies, please, tell me.

"Your makeup is really nice, give me a word, you definitely can't change it."

Zhao Yun's face was flushed. He was drunk before he could even smell the wine.

I asked, and when I smelled the wine, I looked up at him and said,

"Is it fun?"

Zhao Yun, actually, is very innocent. He looked at Ran Hua and then at me, as if confirming that I did not intend to do so. That's good.

He looked at Ran Hua with disdain. He then raised his head and left.

Happy to continue playing his own game.

Ran Hua looked at me and said in a low voice:

"Your makeup is really cute. It's fine if you don't switch seats, but I'll chase after you openly."

His voice wasn't loud, but there were quite a few people around.

Some people had already started to chew when they heard this.

A chicken's paw is something that people love to gnaw on, and it's called a phoenix's claw; then a chicken's bone dog loves to gnaw on, you can't forbid that, can you?

He lowered his head and continued watching the news.

"With the appearance of the Tan siblings, the investment might actually come true."

Oh, the Tan siblings, come again, ready to my province, our compatriots in the city sent a lot of silver.

Look, someone in the audience said proudly:

"This may solve the problem of the employment of tens of thousands of people in our province. Through the industrial chain, it will bring great impetus to the economic development of our province. This has undoubtedly given our people a generous New Year salute. "

The good news is that the likes of the Tan siblings actually gave new year greetings to our humble citizens. Isn't that worth being happy about?

I thought it was so funny.

Because, I don't know what other people think, but I clearly found that the writer of the trick. From the beginning to the end, there was no mention of which project to invest in and what to do. As for the amount of investment, there was no way to talk about it.

It was as if the Tan siblings could let their drool drown them just by showing their faces.

Most people in the world love to stare at the money in other people's pockets.

He skipped over the details.

Although I vaguely felt that there was something wrong, I was neither the secretary of the city council nor the waiter of the hotel. This matter, from start to finish, had nothing to do with me.

Ignore it. Continue watching the current situation.

"Nice makeup, this is for you."

A big bouquet of rose leaves is placed in front of me.

This, is not my harsh person, it really is the rose.

Just now, Young Master Zhao's servant gave him a rose, while this Big Brother gave him a rose.

I nodded, picked up the rose, and put it under my feet. Don't disturb me.

Why is it so slow to send a book today?

He had originally wanted to come earlier, take the books and go home to the spicy powder house across the street to get some spicy and refreshing feeling, but he had actually waited for so long.

Are we all scheduled to go on stage? Then come one by one, and I'll wait.

Whether it was a conspiracy or not, he could smell it with his nose.

How could I become a professional in a single night?

I don't know who these people were instigated by, what do they mean?

Who knew who was the one behind all this? Who knew what benefits they would get!

I only know that behind these false pursuits are all unfavorable to me.

Who cares? Just wait and see!

"Makeup is nice …"

Ran Hua, from I picked up the rose to me put on the ground, grieving to the point of tears.

The sunshine on his face was obscured by the dark clouds, making it seem like the day was about to come.

Without looking up, I could guess that he was smiling in other places than his eyes.

Heh, is it necessary? Was this fun? Even though he and I weren't exactly close, we knew a bit about each other. There was no need to pretend.

Around a hundred pairs of eyes shot over to him. However, what does that have to do with me? Bodhi was not a tree, nor was it a mirror.

They like to see it.

No, no, no.

"Aiya …"

Zhao Yun held two high stacks of books and exercise book exam papers and waited for them. With one foot, he stepped onto the beautiful rose.

What a waste.

I looked up and smiled at him. Good step; but my eye was on the book he had brought back for me.

No matter what, I can't go overboard. When the time comes, it won't look good even if everyone is angered.

"Nice makeup, I'll treat you to a movie later."

Ran Hua came back to his senses, but his expression didn't change at all, and his smile remained the same.

I shook my head and looked at him coldly.

"I want to learn."

I didn't have time to spend it, and I wasn't interested in going to the movies.

My guardian and I have never had a good time, and we always hid a weird atmosphere. Thus, we should just leave this extremely sloppy and classic drama to those who are interested in it. "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!"

"There's no need to be so nervous. You've learned so well …"

The feeling I got was that if I didn't establish some sort of relationship with him today, he might pester me until 11: 60 at night.

However, as a lowly person, I have always been disdainful when faced with coercion.

It's no use crying to me, no use waving your knife at me.

I was only deceived by my guardian!