Chapter 223, Save Me
Song Jingwan gasped in pain and sneered, "Heh...when you say this, do you want to see what you are doing?!"
Her bones are going to be crushed! God knows what terrible power is hidden in Song Yaoyao's seemingly weak and harmless body!
"I'm not the same as you," Song Yaoya blinked, confidently, "As long as I have no morals, you don't want to kidnap me with morals! So, if I want to hit someone, just hit~"
"you--"
Song Jingwan endured the pain, with cold sweat on her forehead, suddenly turned around and grabbed Song Yao's hair in disregard of her image.
"I can't be fooled by you in vain! Either give me two hundred thousand back, or-uh!"
Song Yaoyao raised her small brows irritably, and easily grabbed Song Jingwan's soft long hair. With a kick, Song Jingwan knelt down towards Song Yaoyao uncontrollably.
The girl wore a tall ponytail, showing a smooth and full forehead.
The appearance is delicate and bright, and the lips are rosy. The tips of his eyebrows, eyes and lips are domineering, looking like a complete villain.
And Song Jingwan knelt in front of her and saw without knowing that she must think that Song Daxiaohua was ‘campus bullied’.
"You only have this role, nothing else."
Song Yaoyao was condescending to look at her. During this time, she seemed to have opened up a little longer, and the color between her eyebrows was a little more. When she sank her face, the childishness on her body instantly disappeared.
"I'll say it again, what I promised you has been done. Only this role, do you like it or not. As for the second girl," she bends her lips upwards, "If you have the ability to grab, then you can grab it. Alright. Don’t worry, I’ll be honest and honest, and I’m sure I won’t get in the way!"
The winter sun came in from the window outside the stairwell and jumped over the girl's head. That little face was like a rose in the morning, in bud. The sweet smile fell on the corners of her lips and eyes, and it seemed to be filled with a refreshing fragrance.
But her actions are so simple and rude.
The temperament on his body is extremely complex and strangely fused.
Sweet, glamorous, bad and wild.
"Song, the test paper has been collected, do you want to correct it yourself or—"
The soft and smiling voice came to an abrupt end.
An Feiran stood on the stairs in amazement, looking at the narrow corner of the stairs.
"Fantastic!"
Song Jingwan raised her eyes with tears in her eyes, her stiff back softened, her hands hanging down, no longer struggling.
The girl's delicate face was full of tears at this time, her eyelashes were wet, and her cheeks were likely to stick to her cheeks, making her look pitiful. She knelt at the feet of another girl, her clothes messy, and her long black hair was pulled without pity.
Whoever sees it, I am afraid it will have pity.
What if this person is still someone you once liked?
"Fei Ran, save me!" Seeing him silent, Song Jingwan cursed from the bottom of her heart, and her tears flowed more fiercely. She expected Ai Ai to stretch out her hand to An Feiran, crying, "I just want to care about my life... But I didn't expect that she never regarded me as a sister..."
Song Yaoya licked her lips and turned her head, there was no surprise or panic on her small face.
"I will approve the test paper myself. How about others when you come out? Did you make trouble?"
"Fantastic!"
Song Jingwan froze for a moment. She did not expect that she once liked the dying boy she liked. Now that she has been bullied, she has learned to be indifferent!
I wish my babies all peace and good health~ okay!
(End of this chapter)