Bizarre Love

Chapter 47: Playing hooligans (2)

She's good-looking, with a fatally youthful beauty in her face, damn it, it's really deadly.

He smiled: I only smoked one cigarette in the hospital in the morning. The coat smells, but the shirt doesn't.

She looked at him puzzled, so what? She didn't ask this.

No, I won't lie to you.

She nodded, her mind was still on the bus that was getting closer, and she murmured in a nasal voice: Yeah.

She was a little anxious, wanting him to take the clothes away, the next moment the boy leaned over, and her head hit the boy's chest.

Jiang Ren only wore a simple shirt, but his body was hot in the wind.

The hand on the back of her head made her stunned for a moment, and she stretched out her hand against his chest when she regained her senses. She wanted to push him away, but she didn't.

Meng Ting blushed: Jiang Ren, why are you crazy!

He buried his head in her shoulder and said in a low tone, I'm not crazy, I'm sober.

Then let me go.

He laughed in a low voice: Don't let go.

You're a hooligan!

Yeah. He just couldn't hold back, and she said yes.

She was about to cry, and the next moment the bus stopped. He took a deep breath and let her go, Meng Ting subconsciously slapped her. He didn't hide, the slap hit the face.

Crisp and crisp, but not painful.

He didn't even turn his head, and still looked down at her.

He wasn't angry, as if she just hit it. He doesn't get mad at anything she does.

I'm serious, don't dislike me, I really won't smoke in the future. He still smiled, I'm serious, Meng Ting.

His pupils were pure black, unlike her brown eyes, which looked like an abyss.

She was the only one who was stunned by the slap, and she looked at her palm. Cheeks are getting redder.

The driver opened the door and shouted, Little girl, can't you get in the car?

Everyone in the car looked over, Meng Ting wanted to find a hole in the ground to get in, she stuffed the clothes into Jiang Ren's arms, and ran to the car.

The camphor leaves fell to the ground, and he smiled for a while.

Damn, he was slapped in the face for the first time in his life.

No pain, no shame.

He only knew that she was so sweet and soft in his arms, and that she would not hurt him even if she stabbed him with a knife.

When Meng Ting came home, Father Shu was sweating profusely carrying things.

She hurried to help, and Dad Shu said: Listen, don't move, Dad, come. You go back to the house and rest, the water in the kettle is still hot, you drink some water, did the injection hurt?

Meng Ting smiled and shook his head.

She helped Shu Zhitong carry the box, Shu Zhitong explained helplessly: The new move upstairs is my old classmate, it's fine if I help you, don't get tired.

She smiled without saying a word, and followed Shu Zhitong.

Shu Zhitong felt much more relaxed, and thought of Shu Lan watching TV in the living room, he sighed again.

A boy came downstairs.

Xiao Xu, let me introduce you to my daughter, Meng Ting. Father Shu greeted warmly, Meng Ting raised his eyes, and the boy in the blue sportswear also looked over.

He took the box from Shu Zhitong's hand, and said politely: Thank you, Uncle Shu, for your hard work. I will carry it, and Dad will let you rest.

After a long time, he turned his head and looked at Meng Ting: Hi, my name is Xu Jia.

After he said hello, the girl was taken aback, then smiled politely.

She smiled shyly and alienated, obviously not recognizing him.

Yet he remembered her.

The photos on the junior high school awards column came alive in an instant, and Xu Jia seemed to see the girl who all the teenagers were peeping at, practicing the piano in the piano room under the sunset.

She was fourteen years old that year.

Now that she has grown up, many people who secretly watched her together back then are now everywhere, but no one has forgotten her past glory.

But it doesn't matter, she is equally good-looking, and she doesn't remember him either.

It wasn't until Xu Jia pushed the box up that Meng Ting remembered who Xu Jia was.

In her memory, this young man who doesn't talk much seems to have moved here in his previous life.

However, although they are neighbors, the busy high school life makes the two people have little interaction.

She remembered his mother as a music teacher and his father as a police officer.

But she always felt like she forgot something.

Before going to bed at night, she looked at the little gold medal in front of the bed that she hadn't taken back, and she finally remembered it!

Xu Jia's mother once invited her to participate in a music competition.

However, she couldn't get over her mother's death at that time and rejected her.

As for Xu Jia, she frowned and thought for a long time, but she had no idea about this person. I just feel that it seems a little familiar, but where is it familiar?