Destined To Love You

He Junming looked dumbfounded: "Isn't that given to me by Shulan?"

Shu Lan didn't care about anything else, and grabbed Meng Ting's arm. At this time, she knew she was softened: "It's all my fault. Will you come over with me?"

Meng Ting only came to ask for his own things, not to mess around. She and Shu Lan walked to the corner of the room in the sight of everyone exploring.

A beautiful music box is spinning on the counter next to it.

With light music flowing, Meng Ting's gaze fell on Shu Lan, a little dazed.

This beautiful dress was something she didn't have the courage to touch in her previous life. She didn't wear it on her body until the day of death.

Shu Lan didn't have enough temperament, and she couldn't show the beauty of blooming flowers every step of the way.

The skirt is gorgeous and light, which can be used as a dancing skirt.

Shu Lan gritted her teeth: "Sister, I know you are the best. Just lend me to wear it this evening, and I will return it to you tomorrow. That gold medal... I gave it to others and I am embarrassed to come back. Do you want me to be Do people look down on?"

This is the reason again.

Just like playing the piano at the beginning.

Facing Shu Lan, Meng Ting no longer had the kind of soft feeling in his heart that wanted to love. She looked straight into Shu Lan's eyes and told her in a stern tone: "This is the last time you touched me. The skirt is returned to me immediately, and the gold medal is also to be returned. You don't want them to know anything about you. No, even the piano was fake that time, and he stole my things."

The word "steal" made Shu Lan almost jump her feet, and her eyes widened unbelievably: "We are sisters, how could you use the word steal! You are so chilling for me."

sisters……

For a moment, Meng Ting wanted to slap it hard. She once cherished these two words very much, but in order to save Shulan's face, Shulan let her die in a landslide.

Meng Ting closed his eyes and opened them again, calmly said: "It's not a sister, I won't be in this life. Either give me things, or I can go over and make it clear."

Seeing that she didn't eat hard or soft, Shu Lan finally knew that Meng Ting was serious. But two months ago, Meng Ting couldn't wait to give him anything good, how can he treat her colder than strangers now?

Of course she couldn't let Jiang Ren and the others know the truth. Piano music, dances, and skirts were all things that belonged to Meng Ting.

She angrily said: "Just give it back to you, don't regret it, I will never recognize you as a sister again."

Meng heard nothing but looked at her quietly, making Shu Lan a little guilty.

Shu Lan ran into the bathroom outside, and soon she changed her clothes and pants and came out. When throwing the skirt into Meng Ting's hands, Meng Ting embraced it lovingly.

Shu Lan couldn't help but stabbed: "You are really filial, you. Mom died in front of you because of this, you don't want to dance again." Meng Ting's beauty was originally a sin.

This sentence made Meng Ting's fingers tremble.

She held her skirt tightly with her fingers tightly, and she was rarely angry: "Let's take care of yourself."

She took the lead to go out holding that skirt. He Junming saw her and waved excitedly: "Meng listen, come here."

Jiang Ren also returned, sitting on the solo sofa over there, and then raised his eyes to look at her. Glancing at the skirt in her hand, she couldn't help but bend her lips: "Your stuff?"

That skirt looks very nice.

When Shu Lan came, because it almost attracted everyone's attention.

Every time Jiang Ren saw Meng Ting, she almost always carried a heavy schoolbag and wore a school uniform quietly. Like a well-behaved elementary school student coming home from school.

This thing turned out to be hers?

Meng listened to a heartbeat.

She was just angry and almost forgot that Jiang Ren was still here.

She shook her head: "No." Then added in a low voice, "I borrowed it, it's time to return it."

As soon as this remark came out, Shu Lan behind was relieved and felt hot on her face.

The girls just covered their mouths and smiled: "Yeah, someone said something just now. The unique high-definition, it turned out to be borrowed~"

"I can't see myself clearly, I really think how great it is."

Shu Lan clenched her fist tightly.

Meng Ting also heard it. If it had been before, she might feel sorry for her sister.

But now, she can only say that Shu Lan has suffered from the consequences.

Jiang Ren leaned on the sofa: "What about this one?"

In his hand, it seemed to be the small gold medal. "Yours? Otherwise, why should I give it back to you."

Shu Lan was afraid that Meng would admit it, and said quickly: "Jiang Ren, that's mine, can you give it to me."

Jiang Ren lazily said, "Go away, and when it comes to my hands, it's mine."

He did not look at Shu Lan, but at Meng Ting: "You can play a game as a good student."

Meng Ting thinks about that photo, it must be brought back. She was a little afraid of him: "What game?"

He flicked a pair of dice from the black coffee table and threw one into the dice cup, "Guess the size, 123 is small, 456 is big. If you get the guess, if you lose..." He laughed a little bit silly. , "Buy Lao Tzu's breakfast for a week, bet you or not."

He Junming's heart is lying, other things are okay, Ninja is too shameless.

Jiang Ren wanted to roll that dice into a few.

Meng Ting will definitely lose.

Fang Tan also held back his smile, waiting to see the joke.

Meng Ting's thinking is different from theirs. If you don't gamble, you won't be able to get it back for a lifetime. A dice is six, guess the size. The outcome is five to five points. There is a certain probability for this kind of luck.

She spoke softly and hesitantly: "Little."

Jiang Ren shook casually, his lips bend.

He didn't look at it and knew it was a 6.

She held a skirt and looked at his palm seriously and nervously.

The top of her head is orange and warm yellow, and her hair is too soft. She focused her eyes on him for the first time.

Jiang Ren's movements stopped.

Is this thing important to her? He obviously hates him and is willing to make such a deal.

"Meng listen."

"Huh?" Her gaze turned to his face, her upward nasal voice with a lingering cunningness.

"Come and uncover it yourself."

She was a little nervous, and her jade-white hand was placed on the dice cup. Jiang Ren felt the temperature of her approach at that moment, the warm fragrance of November, a temperature that burned everything.

The moment the dice cup was opened.

She couldn't help but widen her eyes, and then looked at him joyfully: "You lost."

He laughed softly: "Well, I lost."

The first time he saw her smile, although he could only see the corners of his lips, there was a sweet smell that was so sweet.

On the white dice, a bright red 1 is on top.

Jiang Ren gave her the little gold medal.

She put it in her school uniform. Meng Ting hadn't bet with anyone. She sighed. Fortunately, she won. After taking the things back, she should go home.

When her unrelenting back disappeared at the gate of An Haiting, He Junming's group had not recovered.

Damn it!

Is not it! How could it be a 1!

He Junming suspected that he was not awake, and then asked for a while: "Brother Ninja, why did you lose?"

Jiang Ren leaned on the sofa, the place where her chest was hit by her seemed to hurt and soft. He casually said, "If you lose, you lose. What reason is there."

Wednesday is the day for Meng Ting's eye review.

Dad Shu couldn't come back at noon. He thought about it and let Shu Yang and Meng listen to it.

Either Shu's father accompanied Meng Ting in the past two years, and occasionally Shu Lan would go with Meng Ting when she asked for it.

But the atmosphere between the two daughters was obviously wrong last night. Father Shu thought they were in a commotion, so he had no choice but to call Shu Yang to accompany her sister.

School ended at noon.

Shu Yang waited for Meng to listen at the school gate: "Let's go."

He speaks very few words, looks rather ordinary, has dark eyes and a particularly dull personality. The two of them are the first place in the first and second class, but no one has ever thought of them.

Meng Ting didn't know how to get along with his step-brother, and shook his head: "I can go by myself."

Shu Yang didn't even look at her, staring at the fallen leaves of the campus sycamore tree: "Dad called."

It means that if it weren't for Shu's father's thousands of warnings, he wouldn't be willing to go, and he wouldn't be able to pay the difference. Meng Ting's face was a little red, with a touch of embarrassment: "Thank you."

"Ok."

The city hospital is a bit far from the school.

That year, the bus to the hospital took an hour to run, and when the 31st road drove over slowly.

Meng Ting went up first, and Shu Yang followed her into the car. The crowd almost ran into her, and he blocked them with his arm.

Before getting into the car, he looked back.

A silver-haired teenager in a red jersey looked at them blankly.

Shu Yang frowned and sat down.

He Junming glanced at the probe, as if he had discovered New World: "That was Meng Ting just now, I'll go to her and that boy..." He chuckled, "A good student is in love too? Isn't she a problem with her eyes? The boys in China have such unique taste..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Brother Ninja regaining his senses and rushing to the bus.

A teenager of this age has long and strong legs.

They just finished playing, the jersey and shorts that Jiang Ren wore in the already cold November.

He has strong calf muscles and sweat on his silver hair.

He almost ran to the bus stop with a desperate will.

However, the entrance of Licai Vocational College is a bit far from the bus station.

When he ran over, the bus had already left.

Jiang Ren's eyes were dark, and he picked a stone from the road beside him. Almost without hesitation, he smashed into the car body, the boy's arm strength was amazing, and the sound of "boom" was almost dull.

The people on the bus were taken aback.

The driver turned around from the window and yelled.

The scolding was dirty.

However, the boy's dark eyes were cold without blinking.

Meng Ting also turned his head.

She saw him at a glance.

In early winter, his red jersey was like fire, and his eyes burned with anger. The masseter muscles bulge, and the blue veins on the strong arm jump.

He Junming was shocked, patted Tan on the shoulder below, and almost stammered: "Jar, what should I do?"

Fang Tan was also stunned.

They all know that they have been in Licai's senior high school for two months.

This is... Jiang Ren's first illness.