Quick Transmigration: I just want to hate the protagonist

Chapter 33 Green plums are not as good as white lotus【15】

But Yan Xi's wish to drive his daughter-in-law to school finally came to nothing.

joke!When Bai Mo went back, he wanted to pretend to be an affectionate little white flower, why did he bring a wild man with him.

Wild man Yan Xi:! ! !

When Bai Mo got out of the car, there was a weird silence at the school gate for a second, and Yan Xi who got out of the car broke the weird atmosphere.

The crowd gradually became agitated.

Who doesn't know about Ji Zhaoyuan? He is a celebrity in the school. His fame is comparable to that of the male protagonist. However, the male protagonist is because of his appearance, his family background and his status as the president of the student union. He is a perfect image of a male god. A big stain.

But Ji Zhaoyuan was a real man of the hour. He was always ranked last in studies and failed in all subjects at the end of the semester. However, he came from a good family background. He walked sideways in school, fighting and accepting younger brothers, but he had a good face. , if Rong Beiliang is a gentleman, then Ji Zhaoyuan is an evil spirit.

But this evil spirit is a bit broken today.

The people who were still standing at the school gate saw the man get out of the car and moved forward. Even after being pushed away by the goddess noble and glamorous, they still kept a husky smirk on their faces.

Fuck!what's the situation!A love triangle upgrade to a four-corner love?

Could it be that the goddess and Rong Beiliang are really just brother and sister?

Or is it that after the goddess was raped by Rong Beiliang's scum and white lotus, the flower protector who had already coveted the goddess launched a fierce pursuit of the goddess?
After Bai Mo reported it, she went to find the male protagonist of the world. After all, this was more in line with her current image of only the male protagonist in her mind.

Then she naturally saw Rong Beiliang holding hands with Bai Lianhua.

"Brother Beibeiliang, what does this mean, you...you clearly said that you would not be snatched away by others!"

When Bai Mo first met Rong Beiliang, before he could take back the smile on his face, his eyes turned red.

Rong Beiliang subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Bai Ting held it tightly.

"Bai Mo, you know that I have always only had a brother-sister relationship with you. Bai Ting has suffered a lot of injustice because of you before. Don't be petty."

Sure enough, the plot master is powerful, even in this situation, the male lead will stand by Bai Lianhua without hesitation, vowing to force the Baimo people to betray their relatives.

Tears rolled down Bai Mo's eyes, and she took a step back in disbelief: "I'm headstrong? I'm not calm? Rong Beiliang, how can you say that, are you worthy of me!"

But at this time, the white lotus who was being protected stood up and "begged" in a soft voice: "Sister, don't blame brother Rong, it's me, I like brother Rong that's why this is happening, I know you and Rong My brother has baby relatives, brother Rong and I love each other will make you feel betrayed, but after all, you are just baby relatives, you can do countless things, and you are the eldest lady of the Bai family, you have the love of your parents , Brother's love, I know I'm sorry for you, I won't tell you these things, but I only have Brother Rong, can't I live without Brother Rong?"

"You can't live without Brother Rong?" Bai Mo sneered, "So I should give it to you, right? You are really just like your mother, just as shameless!"

"Enough!" Rong Beiliang growled.

"Not enough!" Bai Mo also yelled back. She pointed to Rong Beiliang and said to Bai Ting, "Didn't you say that you saved him? How did you save him? The fire was so remote that day, how did you appear there?" Did you happen to encounter this incident? Do you know how many times he was tied up? Do you know how he appeared in such a deserted place? Don’t you like to take credit for other people’s achievements? Say it in vain!"

　Last night, I checked the typos and sent it regularly. I fell asleep with my mobile phone in my arms. I slept in a few mornings, so the time I sent it was not the time I expected. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)