Bizarre Love

The male receptionist looked weird for a moment, and this time it was Jiang Shao's voice. Then I heard to Meng: "Classmate, there is something wrong with the elevator. Go up the stairs."

Meng Ting nodded, it would be nice to be able to go up. She thanked them and walked in the direction the male front desk showed.

When Meng Ting disappeared, the female receptionist looked weird and said, "The elevator is not broken."

"Jiang Shao ordered it."

"What does he want to do?"

"I don't know, don't ask about him anyway, is his life short? I heard that Jiang Shao..." The male receptionist ordered a snack, "He has a mental illness and can't control his emotions. Who knows why he was kicked out? Jiang’s home."

The female receptionist thought of the pretty little girl who had just been so beautiful: "She is so beautiful, even more beautiful than my idol. She will definitely be more beautiful in a few years."

The male receptionist was also a little worried for her.

It's not good to provoke, provoke Jiang Ren.

The stairs of Anhaiting are emergency facilities, and usually no one will walk. So the stairs are quiet.

The green "safe exit" four characters led all the way with arrows, and the lights in the corridor were dim.

Meng Ting could only hear her own footsteps. She was still carrying her schoolbag and walking up the handrail.

At the corner of the corridor on the third floor, she was caught off guard and bumped into a strong chest.

Meng Ting was taken aback: "Ah!"

Anyone who suddenly saw anything in the dark and green light would be shocked. She covered her forehead and backed away several steps.

Lifting his eyes, he saw the outline of Jiang Ren's face.

In the half-dark light and shadow, he was a little bit astonished, placing his hand on the place where she had hit him.

The boy had a strong texture, but her forehead was bumped into a dizziness.

She has a sweet voice, and that trembling "Ahhhh" has an upward tone, like a broken mutter. I don’t know what hit his chest just now.

Meng Ting's face was pale, and his hands and feet couldn't help getting soft.

She couldn't see Jiang Ren's face, but she knew she had just hit him. Jiang Ren was always domineering and unreasonable, so she quickly apologized: "Sorry, did you hurt you?"

Jiang Ren bent his lips: "Yeah."

Meng Ting didn't know what to do. For her, this was a disaster from heaven. Who knew Jiang Ren was not at the party, but at the entrance of this dark staircase.

Outside the transparent windows of An Haiting, the sea breeze was blowing softly.

Meng Ting pressed his back against the cold wall, feeling a little at a loss.

"I didn't mean it." Although she is innocent, she is not stupid. How could something happen to someone like that? Her eyes were still dizzy, knowing that he was embarrassing herself, she couldn't help but whispered, "You scared me too."

Jiang Ren almost laughed.

He could see her in the backlight. She was also wearing a seven-tiered school uniform with the school badge on her right chest. The air bangs made her a little softer in the light and shadow, and the black prying glasses seemed to be softer.

Obviously afraid of him, but tried to calm down.

"Why, I didn't admit it when I bumped into someone. Good student, are you teaching people like this in No. 7 Middle School?"

Meng Ting raised his eyes to look at him, his tone softly retorted: "Seventh Middle School said, I want to apologize. I have to be forgiving and forgiving."

Jiang Ren couldn't hold back this time, and smiled: "I'm illiterate, but you don't understand this."

Meng Ting knew that he was unreasonable.

The night is quiet, and there are bright lights on the sea in the distance. Looking through An Haiting, there are gleams of light. She suddenly remembered that the boy in front of her had killed a few years later.

His methods of killing were extremely cruel.

Meng Ting knew that he was very dangerous and could not approach him, let alone offend him.

She bent down and bowed seriously to him: "I'm sorry."

The smile on his lips disappeared.

In the dim light, she couldn't see his eyes clearly, and she didn't know why she remembered Jiang Ren's madness and chased the bus Sanlilu in silence that year.

Like a wolf pup who just wants his life.

She has always been afraid of his almost perverted madness.

Meng heard: "I really didn't mean it, or... I'll let you call back."

She hesitated to stretch out a small jade hand.

She has slender and beautiful fingers, and her fingertips have a little bit of cherry pink. Even though she can't see clearly in the dark, but in the brightest part of the corridor, she has a soft personality to a mess.

There was a rush in his heart, staring at the little hand for a long time, and he sighed: "It's OK, don't cry."

She nodded seriously.

Jiang Ren's hand in his pocket trembled.

The hand in front of him was beautiful and soft, with long and white fingers. He had never seen anyone's hand so delicate and beautiful. Even his arrogant mother does not have such delicate and beautiful hands.

He reacted abruptly just before he touched her hand.

Jiang Ren withdrew his hand irritably and touched the lighter in his pocket. He threw the lighter into the palm of her hand: "Come over and give me a cigarette, and that's it."

Meng Ting glanced at the black lighter in his palm.

"Come here, do you want me to invite you?"

He still has a bad temper.

Meng Ting guessed that Jiang Ren might have come out to smoke. She was thinking about her dress, and then she moved a few steps closer.

The teenager is twenty-seven centimeters taller than her.

This year she is one meter six, not short, but Jiang Ren is very tall. He speaks fluently, and he has dyed silver hair a little sullen, so he is always regarded as a gangster outside. He is very nasty, bad-tempered, and defective.

Jiang Ren couldn't suppress the irritability, so he touched a cigarette from the cigarette case and bit between his lips.

The window brackets on the third floor were open, and the cool night breeze came in.

Her bangs swayed gently.

She raised her hand, gently on her toes and approached him.

The moment the fire lit up, he smelled the incense brought by the wind from the girl. That unique warm, soft and sweet taste.

She was young and awkward.

At first glance, he knew that he had never done such a thing for anyone, but he was incredibly well-behaved.

He lowered his eyes, his hand trembled slightly, and it took a long while to light the smoke.

Meng Ting breathed a sigh of relief, put the lighter in his palm, and ran up from him.

After a long time, he suddenly pinched the cigarette between his fingertips and extinguished, panting heavily.

Half of the smoke was burned, but he was so stunned that he forgot to breathe and didn't take a breath.

Don't let him see her again.

Don't see it anymore.

otherwise……

Meng let out a sigh of relief when he heard it go upstairs.

A group of demons danced on the fifth floor of An Haiting. Through the crowd, Meng Ting saw Shu Lan at a glance.

What's bad is that Shu Lan is about to dance with one hand.

She was wearing a dress belonging to Meng Ting.

This skirt doesn't fit her well, she doesn't grow well and can't hold her chest up. However, without sacrificing its own beauty. None of the dresses that girls wore that year had its beauty and uniqueness. After the rain in the Republic of China, the beauty of Qingdai, Caiyu fluttered while walking. The hem is very long, and it provokes several girls to glance at it.

Shu Lan was not without pride.

Because the few incredible girls in Licai Vocational High School could not help asking where she bought her skirts.

Shu Lan's tone rose: "There is nowhere to buy this, high-end skirts are unique in the world."

Even if the girl liked it any more, she couldn't help her face when she heard that: "Huh, who is rare." One or two boys also cast their eyes on Shu Lan.

Shu Lan's eyebrows were flying brightly, these people are all rich. I don't usually look at her when I walk on the road, but tonight she is wearing this skirt and finally feels elated.

The girls who asked her about her dress came back soon, with a glass of red wine in her hand, in a sarcasm: "I heard you can dance, show your hand, anyway, I had such a good time today."

Where can Shulan dance?

Her initial knowledge of dance only stayed with the painful feeling that the dance teacher pressed her leg so hard that she practiced the ligament.

However, when He Junming heard it, he put down the microphone and looked over, and he was also very interested: "Yeah, your name is... Shu, Shulan, right, beauty, it's convenient to dance a no."

A group of boys immediately responded and whistled and applauded: "Come on!"

Shu Lan was riding a tiger with difficulty.

He Junming happened to be a second stunned son, and found some gentle music for her: "Let's jump."

Shu Lan's eyelids twitched and her heart flustered, and her heartbeat tightened uncontrollably.

He Han pressed the remote control and said, "Is the music wrong? Is it to be more dynamic?"

One night, she dreamed that everyone's eyes finally fell on her, but she wanted to watch her dance.

Shu Lan definitely can't jump. She thought to herself, she is not Meng Ting, everything can be done. She doesn't know this, she will show her when she jumps.

She glanced at the luxurious cake next to him.

If... the clothes get dirty, no one will ask her to dance again, right?

Although she feels that this skirt is a pity, she can't slap herself in the face. Besides, the skirt can be washed and worn.

Shu Lan pulled the skirt and bowed her knees.

Step back a few steps to get to the big cake.

No matter how good-tempered it is, Meng is too angry to see that she is about to touch the cake.

That is what her mother left behind!

Meng Ting's voice was crisp: "Shu Lan!"

Shu Lan was startled, and when she turned around she saw Meng Ting in school uniform standing at the door. She was so shocked for a while. She originally thought that Meng heard that she would want to return her things just to scare her, but she didn't expect Meng Ting to really come.

How did she come up?

Wouldn't An Haiting not let people in casually?

Meng Ting didn't see the eyes cast by everyone on that end.

She also didn't feel that she was a little inferior in her gray dress in a crowd of gorgeous and gorgeous people.

She walked in front of Shu Lan, as if she had become Meng Ting when she was fourteen.

Very soft, but also proud and bright: "Change the skirt to me, immediately."

She didn't look at Shu Lan's expression and turned to look at He Junming.

"Student He, sorry. Can you return the gold medal yesterday?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Zhizhi: Brother Shinobu, how does it feel to hit you?

Jiang Ren: Cool.

Zhizhi: Why do you let people light cigarettes? This style of bad men only seems to be strange when people think of you later.

Jiang Ren (sneer): You say it again.

Branches:...

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Readers from other people's homes: It's so cute to say something big.

Other people's: so gentle.

Other people's: my goddess is big.

My family: It's okay for branches and branches, and a lot of talkative words are back.

I:……

Every time you compare it, you feel sad. You are so beautiful, you can call it "outstanding" in the future, and the brains of classmate Li Dazhao behind the show are invisible.

To be fair, I am actually super cute, gentle and goddess. (The key point is that he wants to have a lot of styles! You are the devil.)

Can you speak? Can you speak!