Bizarre Love

Chapter 33 Beautiful (1)

When Meng Ting heard the word Jiang Ren, his whole body froze.

Time seemed to slow down, and she could feel the burning breath around her.

She was so frightened that she didn't care about the water beads on her eyelashes, and hurriedly opened her eyes.

At dusk, the setting sun slanted on Huihui Building. A silhouette fell.

Warm yellow light, he held her face and watched her open her eyes.

It was hard for Jiang Ren to describe how he felt at that moment.

For the first time in his life, like a slow-thinking idiot, the fingertips touching her cheeks were numb. The numbness merged into a trickle and hit his heart, causing him to lose all strength. It's like drowning in this kind of numbness.

The delicate girl in the photo I had seen in the past came alive.

When she grew up, she became the current Meng Ting.

Her brown pupils reflected his appearance at the moment, a dazed, stunned, subtle and insane appearance.

In the past, everyone laughed at her eyes as if it had become a joke in an instant.

She has a pair of beautiful eyes, pure and translucent, whether she smiles or not, there is starlight in her eyes. Just like that night in Xiaogang City, he jokingly looked at her for ten seconds, the beauty glimpsed through the hazy gauze curtain at that moment.

His mind was almost blank, when Meng Ting suddenly pushed him away in annoyance, there was only one fucking fact in his mind.

Shit, he's done.

His heart was beating so frantically that he couldn't bear it, it was exactly the same feeling as when he was sick, but he didn't have any violent impulses, and the fingertips that touched her revealed an indescribable pleasure.

Meng Tingcong didn't want to pull the disheveled Shu Lan over to beat her up.

She squatted down in a panic to pick up her glasses. The pair of blind glasses that had accompanied her for three years now left only a pitiful skeleton and broken lenses. She suddenly felt powerless.

Those aggressive girls stared blankly at Meng Ting.

Meng Ting picked up the frame and stood up, knowing that it was useless and useless.

Shu Lan met her gaze with a bit of dullness and slight resentment. Meng Ting suddenly understood at this moment, it turned out that this cheap little sister had disliked her since a very early age.

Meng Ting didn't dare to look at Jiang Ren's eyes at the moment.

She pursed her lips, and didn't think about asking for justice or injustice.

Jiang Ren will be a murderer in the future!

Thinking about it, she broke down and wanted to cry.

Dodging thousands of times, fate is like a joke, and everything returns to the original place.

When she walked towards the gate of Licai School without saying a word, she met He Junming and Fang Tan who followed.

After she had walked a few steps, He Junming's eyes widened, and his eyes followed her desperately. After a long while, he swallowed with difficulty: That beauty looks familiar. She's so damn good-looking, he's so big, seeing her The prettiest girl ever.

He Han originally wanted to joke that when you see a good-looking girl, you feel familiar, but when he saw Meng Ting, he was also dumbfounded: She is the one on the gold medal.

It's that they unanimously think it's really beautiful, it's so beautiful! A pure and beautiful girl.

But it's not just this familiarity.

He Junming was so unbelievable that he stuttered: She's a bit like...like the one in Seventh Middle School...Meng, Meng Ting.

Fang Tan glanced at Jiang Ren and nodded, It's her.

Fuck!

He Junming was almost driven crazy by the shock, wasn't he! That inconspicuous little blind man is just a top student of No. 7 Middle School who has good grades and nothing else. He is the same person as the little beauty in the photo!

It seems to be pointing to a small hill and saying that it is higher than Mount Everest.

However, this small hill is really higher than Mount Everest!

He Han couldn't help but blushed, and took a second look.

At that time, the basketball game was over, and the campus was quite quiet, only the students who were still cleaning up the field were cleaning up the garbage left on the basketball court.

Jiang Ren came back to his senses for a long time, and suddenly chased after her in the direction she left.

To leave the school gate, Meng Ting had to walk through Licai's willow tree path. In this season, the willow branches are bare, only the brown branches are swaying in the cool breeze.

She was only halfway there when she was suddenly pulled over.

He was panting, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his eyes were shockingly black.

Meng Ting leaned against the bare branch and looked at Jiang Ren angrily.

How crazy is he!

what you do?

The wind entered her lungs violently mixed with the smell of her body, and he put his hand on the willow tree behind her, trapping her within an inch. He looked at her without blinking but didn't speak.

This posture, in the year she died, was considered a very shameful posture. However, this year is conservative, and few people do this.

Meng Ting reached out to break his arm.

The boy's arm was strong with black and white wristbands. She was merciless, fearing him and hating him, so she pushed with all her strength. However, his face was blushing, and he didn't move his hands.

She is going to die of anger! Crazy? That's it!

Crazy watched her dying silently, then suddenly smiled, Jiang Ren didn't allow her to move: Meng Ting.

She looked up, her eyes were red with anger.

Like the gorgeous March peach blossoms at the end of the eyes, it is so beautiful.

Why did you lie to me?

She looked at him puzzled, and her clean eyes directly expressed her thoughts - when did I lie to you?

Jiang Ren smiled lowly: Your student ID card, you are playing with me. He looked at her with a bit of presumptuousness, It's so beautiful, what are you afraid I will do to you?

Meng Ting finally remembered that she had indeed lied to him. She said that her eye injury was scary, just like the one on her student ID card. At that time, Jiang Ren believed a little bit.

Her lie was exposed, and she was a little ashamed. As soon as he was short, he got out from between the boy's strong arms.

Her face was flushed red: Jiang Ren, can you speak well and don't touch your hands.

There was a little smile in his eyes: Didn't you do anything yet?

Meng Ting didn't want to talk to him, she was in a complicated and bad mood, and wanted to run outside without saying a word.

He saw the water in her arms, and smiled a little badly: Fuck, run away with my money? How about a hundred yuan change?

It was only then that Meng Ting remembered that there was such a thing, her mind was in a mess, and she quickly stamped it in her pocket, and there was still eighty-six yuan left. She folded them neatly and placed them in the boy's palm.

Meng Ting explained seriously: Water costs two yuan, and towels cost twelve yuan.

She was afraid that if he didn't believe it, the prices this year were far from being as expensive as those in later generations. That poor-quality towel is worth three or four dollars at most. However, the basketball game made the vendors go crazy by driving up prices.

He looked at the white and soft hand.

The money she touched seemed to have a girly air about it.

Meng Ting gave her the water, and he took it.

Then she whispered: Towel... The towel was soiled by her, and Jiang Ren used it to wipe her water droplets and hair. Still held tightly in her hand.