Revenge of Rebirth: Miss Femme

Jian Yuandong did not return overnight.

Simply looking at the untouched newspaper on the dining table, I couldn't help admiring Yan Chun's good tricks. It took only a few days for her to work as a tutor at Jian's house, and her father could rush over there without thinking about eating and drinking. I just don't know if Yan Chun has the ability to snatch Mrs. Jian's seat from Zhou Yun, but she is looking forward to it.

After breakfast, Jian simply went to school by car.

From the moment he got into the car, Wu Jian carefully observed Simple's expression. Ever since he tore his face that day, he couldn't find a trace of a smile on that cold face.

It's not that she doesn't know that Wu Jian is spying on her.After what happened yesterday, she no longer needs to pretend to be innocent in front of him, but this does not mean that she will trust Wu Jian from now on. The mutually beneficial relationship they have established temporarily is too weak to stand any test .

She coldly glanced at the person in front of her who had been watching her from the rearview mirror. Although it was no longer surveillance, she didn't like others staring at her all the time.

Wu Jian shrunk his neck, and immediately focused his gaze on the front, not daring to look around, sitting in an extremely upright posture.

Soon after arriving at the school, Wu Jian hurriedly got off the car and greeted him simply to get off the car. This behavior was never seen before today.

"I'll come out later after school today and report to the student union." Jian Jian didn't say anything about Wu Jian's actions. Why did he stop him if he wanted to do it? She couldn't bear it.

"Yes, yes, yes. I see, miss, don't worry, I will wait at the gate of the school until you get on the bus." Wu Jian responded quickly, not daring to neglect.

Jian Jian blinked his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised an arc. In an instant, the ice and snow melted, and he looked pure and innocent, which should look like a 15-year-old girl.

Wu Jian was surprised before and after seeing a simple face change, but even so, he couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. What frightened him wasn't the speed of the face change. Nowadays, no one has a face, he feels scared What's more, when Jian Jian turned cold, he looked like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, not with a ferocious face, but with those eyes, as if trying to swallow people, being looked at by those eyes was definitely not a good experience.

It's as simple as the classroom, where groups of people are discussing something in low voices. Looking at this posture, you know that there are conversations to provide an adjustment to the boring study and life.

"Early, easy."

Zhuang Qingqing greeted Jian Jian loudly, with the appearance of a guilty conscience.

"Morning." Simplicity does not exclude Zhuang Qingqing and the people around him from inquiring about some small gossip, there is no way to get closer than gossip, and it is impossible for Zhuang Qingqing to have only her as a friend, everyone needs to communicate, but this time, they are here The gossip discussed seems to be related to myself.

Zhuang Qingqing was a little embarrassed, but before she could say anything, a person next to her jumped out and asked them loudly and bluntly what they were discussing.

"Simple, does Zhou Yun really have a problem with this? You are cousins, you must know about it!" A human head squeezed in front of Jian Jian, pointing to his head with his finger while talking, full of curiosity.

In their opinion, the word mental illness is only a curse word.

Jian Jian glanced at Hu Feifei. There were the most people there, and Hu Feifei was at the center, still gesticulating with his hands vividly. The words about Zhou Yun's brain problems must have come from her.