Bizarre Love

Chapter 102: Captive (2)

He couldn't even get angry.

Jiang Ren just thought over and over, why didn't she look at him before stepping down?

Before Meng Ting changed his clothes in the background, he received a text message from Zhao Nuancheng.

Zhao Nuancheng didn't have a mobile phone, she took her father's mobile phone with her when she went out today.

[Listen, I'll be here soon. I'm sorry, Jiang Ren and the others are here too/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~]

Meng Ting was stunned.

She is focused and serious when performing, and she loves the feeling that every inch of her body is tense to the extreme, and then attached to it with flexibility, freedom and lightness. Because the performance time was advanced, Zhao Nuancheng couldn't come over, so...Jiang Ren didn't see it either.

Meng Ting quickly changed into ballet clothes.

When she came out, it was already the 93rd performance.

Summer nights are dry.

The dark sky was dyed dark blue by the bright light, and she had some headaches about how to face a large group of people later.

As a result, a young man walked towards him in the dark night.

He was squatting on the side of the road, but when he saw her coming out, he came over.

It's Jiang Ren.

Meng Ting remembered that she said to go to see his eyes before, but now she appeared here, she felt that she was born to be at odds with him.

He was wearing a dark blue T-shirt that almost melted into the night.

Seeing her, he bent his lips and smiled: Look at the eyes?

Meng Ting: ... Her face was flushed red. In her life, because she wanted to avoid him the most, she lied the most to him.

Jiang Ren looked at her fair little face, and for the first time did not make any progress: Let's go, I will take you home.

Meng Ting was a little at a loss, was it so easy to expose it?

The white floral scrunchie from which she tied her hair has been removed, and her long hair hangs down to her shoulders. Being picked up by the night breeze, she felt a little indescribably delicate.

Jiang Ren had already inserted the key, stepped into the car with his long legs, and said lazily, Come here.

Meng heard: But I have to wait for Zhao Nuancheng.

Jiang Ren casually said, Isn't the dance over? Would it be useful for her to come? He said, He Junming will take her home.

I'm going to give her a call.

Jiang Ren raised his eyebrows: Success, hurry up.

As soon as Meng Ting called, Zhao Nuancheng's sad tone came: Listen, I'm sorry for not being able to cheer you up.

Zhao Nuancheng looked around desperately, she would not ride in He Junming's car even if she was killed before.

He Junming said: Wait, you can wait for Che Laozi to eat shit in this crappy place!

Zhao Nuancheng also lost her temper.

Hmph, just wait.

The center of the lake park is built on the side, and there is a nursing home around it, usually full of old men and women. Zhao Nuancheng finally found a bus stop. Just wait there.

As a result, half an hour passed, let alone the car, and I didn't even see the exhaust.

He Junming: Hahahaha, are you an idiot?

Zhao Nuancheng: ... This immoral thing must have been raised by the placenta!

Zhao Nuancheng died of grievances, and Meng heard: I'm sorry, I'll see you wearing a skirt another day. Did you go well in the competition?

Well, where are you now?

Zhao Nuancheng felt so ashamed, so he hesitated and said: It's okay, I'll wait for the car to go back soon. You go home quickly, pay attention to safety. The night view here is good, I will go shopping again.

Zhao Nuancheng was playful, Meng Ting was relieved and told her to go home early.

He Junming said in an exaggerated tone: Hey, the night view here is really good, look at this desolate place...

Zhao Nuan became angry like a puffer fish.

Consume it, sooner or later you will have to eat shit.

Jiang Ren said, Are you finished asking? Come here when you feel relieved.

Meng Ting didn't want to take his car, she thought the bus was safe. When she went to school by bicycle, she used to ride in his car, and her psychological shadow was not light.

Jiang Ren knew what she remembered.

He clicked his tongue, picked up his helmet and approached her.

In the summer night, insects chirped up and down.

Her big eyes were wet, thinking of words of rejection.

Jiang Ren lowered his eyes, put the helmet on for her, and then the fingers under the black gloves gently locked her head lock.