The Almighty Female Supporting Role of Quick Transmigration is in training

Chapter 39

In the room, the man was lying sideways on the sofa.Opposite him was a mirror, and the light in the room was not bright enough for him to see his own reflection in the mirror clearly—his index finger paused under the corner of his eyebrows, stroking the scar unconsciously.

While the man was in a daze, the door of the bathroom in the room was pushed open by the woman. The woman smiled coquettishly and sat down beside the sofa while wiping her hair, "My dear, what happened?"

The woman consciously half-opened her bathrobe and wrapped herself around the man's muscular body like a snake, but the man just frowned and pushed her down with a stretch of his hand.

"Oh!" The woman yelled exaggeratedly, sat down on the cold ground, and stared pitifully at the man in front of her, "My dear, you really lose your temper. Didn't I just go shopping with that so-and-so? Is that so?"

"go out."

"dear--"

"Get out!" Before the woman could finish her words, the man on the sofa suddenly turned his head, his obsidian eyes filled with an indifference that made her feel unfamiliar.

The woman subconsciously had flattering smiles on the ground, and a black plastic folder was thrown towards her face.

After screaming, the woman's body fell straight, and the bright red liquid slowly dripped to the ground.

"I don't know good or bad." The man murmured, he didn't care about the woman's life or death, he just frowned, changed his posture and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

……

The sun is just right.

The section on economics and management made Luo Qinghuan drowsy with her chin resting on one hand, but fortunately Ye Zixiu was by her side to help her from time to time, otherwise Luo Qinghuan would have already lay down on the table.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Luo Qinghuan woke up suddenly, banging her head heavily on the table, and Ye Zixiu didn't even want to reach out to cushion her forehead.

"Boom-"

"Hiss—" Luo Qinghuan covered her forehead and saw that the back of Ye Zixiu's hand was already red, so she quickly took his hand and frowned pitifully under Ye Zixiu's quiet gaze, "Ah Xiu, does it hurt? ?”

Noticing that her eyes were focused on his hands, Ye Zixiu's eyes flickered slightly, and his tone of voice unconsciously carried a hint of grievance, "It hurts so much..."

Hearing this, Luo Qinghuan couldn't help but become cautious. She held the book on the table in her arms with one hand, and supported his elbow with the other hand to stand up. Seeing this, Ye Zixiu consciously followed her footsteps.

Along the way, Ye Zixiu half-leaned on her as if he had no strength. When passing by the wall not far from the infirmary, Luo Qinghuan turned her head and glanced outside.

The hand supporting Ye Zixiu's elbow suddenly tightened.

Ye Zixiu couldn't help looking down at her suspiciously, but was about to follow Luo Qinghuan's gaze when she pushed her forward.

"Come on, it's almost there."

While talking, Luo Qinghuan tiptoed to block his sight, before Ye Zixiu could react, she raised her hand and rubbed his hair, "Hey, go, go!"

Luo Qinghuan wrapped her arms around Ye Zixiu's arm, Ye Zixiu was stunned, and could only move forward weakly along with her strength.

After placing Ye Zixiu in the infirmary, Luo Qinghuan returned to the original place under the pretext of going to the toilet.

The man leaning on the car door outside the fence seemed to realize something, and looked up in Luo Qinghuan's direction. She smiled slightly when she saw the person coming, and the scar on his side cheek added a touch of danger to his smile.

There was undisguised satisfaction in the man's eyes - there was also a trace of emotion that Luo Qinghuan couldn't understand.

……

"Why are you here?" Luo Qinghuan couldn't help but take a step back when faced with the man's aggressive gaze. After considering it for a moment, she sneered, "This is a school. Do you still want to rob it?"

The man had a crew cut, rough but handsome features, tall and tall, with a black shirt half rolled up, revealing the bulging muscles on his arms. After hearing Luo Qinghuan's words, he suddenly raised his head and took a deep look at her.

Luo Qinghuan always felt that something was wrong, but the man had already spoken, and immediately diverted Luo Qinghuan's attention.

"Your brother—"

"Ouyang Jing!" Luo Qinghuan interrupted him in a cold voice, no matter how much she endured the resentment in the original owner's heart, Luo Qinghuan immediately lowered her voice when she realized this, "What the hell are you trying to do!"

"There's no need to be so excited, Huanhuan." The man called her name in a rather intimate tone, and reached out to grab her shoulder, but Luo Qinghuan quickly moved away.

The man was not angry, but just looked at her quietly, took out a cigarette for a long time, lit it under Luo Qinghuan's gaze, and let out a puff of smoke with his head raised.

The cigarette was half burned quickly. The man held the cigarette butt between his index finger and middle finger and knocked off the ashes on the handlebar. His upper body was lazily leaning on the car, and he beckoned at Luo Qinghuan with his free hand. The stock had a threatening aura that Luo Qinghuan could not resist.

"come over."

Luo Qinghuan pursed her lips and did not move.

The man squinted his eyes, and threw the cigarette butt on the ground casually, "You don't want Ye Zixiu to have an accident, do you?"

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Luo Qinghuan, who was stunned by Ouyang Jing's words, was startled by the sound of the system. Just as he was about to escape, he was grabbed by a big shoulder. Luo Qinghuan subconsciously grabbed his wrist and tried to complete a perfect over-the-shoulder throw. But because his force level was low, he couldn't lift the man's body.

The man's low laughter came from the ear, Luo Qing was annoyed but was dragged into the car by the man.

As soon as the man got into the car, he locked the windows, and the glass was covered with blackout paper, so that people outside could not see inside at all.Luo Qinghuan's arms were twisted behind him and he couldn't move. The man leaned forward and instantly covered her in his shadow.

Because of the original owner, Luo Qinghuan was terrified for a moment, but she quickly came back to her senses, looking coldly at the man's handsome face damaged by scars, without any intention of resisting.

Ouyang Jing was stunned for a moment as he didn't expect Luo Qinghuan to be so cooperative.

"Ouyang Jing, when Axiu and I left, we should have made it clear," Luo Qinghuan's voice rarely calmed down, even though he could feel rough fingers gently touching her cheek, "Ye Jia I don't owe you anything."

There was a moment of silence, and after the silence, the man was not expected to be furious, which surprised Luo Qinghuan.

Ouyang Jing held her chin with both hands, making her look directly into his eyes, "Huanhuan."

Luo Qinghuan was stunned, and a strange feeling surged in her heart.

"Qingqiu Mountain."

Ouyang Jing looked at Luo Qinghuan as if looking forward to it, Luo Qinghuan's eyes darkened, and she passed out directly on the back seat.

The man's arms froze, and then he pulled him into his arms and sighed softly. His expression was very complicated, as if he was crying or laughing.

(End of this chapter)