This means that Professor Su loves her.

Only if you love her can you hope that she will become better and care about her so much, right?

If one day Professor Su was only indifferent to her and no longer blamed her, that would be the beginning of true despair.

She didn't expect that this day would come so quickly.

When Su Zheyi learned that Ling Quanquan was hospitalized, he immediately packed his things and prepared to go to Yuncheng.

Before leaving, his brown eyes glanced at Ling Yue indifferently, "You have stayed here long enough, now please leave my house."

The rag that Ling Yue was wiping the floor fell loosely from her hands and fell to the ground.

"What, what?"

Professor Su wants to drive her away too?No!

Where else could she go!

This must be false. She misunderstood Professor Su!

Ling Yue tried her best to put on a flattering smile, "Did I do something wrong? I clean the professor's piano every day and clean the room. Does the professor not like to eat the things I make? I will change it!"

In half a year, no, even a month ago, she never imagined that she would be so humble.

These hands, which were said to be worthy of sky-high insurance for the music department, were now mixed in rice scraps and sewage, and were covered with calluses from rags and steel balls.

Her whole body seemed to be still exuding the smell of range hood oil and the pungent smell of dishwashing liquid. She looked like a qualified and perfect slave.

It was so perfect that Su Zheyi hardly needed to pay any attention to her.

He avoided Ling Yue's tentative hand, and his tone was calm, even callous:

"There's nothing wrong with you, it's just that you are too boring to me. Don't appear in front of me again in the future."

If something hadn't happened to Ling Quanquan, and if another one of his works that had attracted so much attention hadn't been ruined, he might have been willing to appreciate Ling Yue for a while longer.

Unfortunately.

The news about Ling Quanquan's injury hurt his eyes. He had almost no energy left to think about other things. There was only one thought in his mind - go to her!

Ling Yue was about to step forward, but Su Zheyi took a step back and used his sleeves to push her out the door.

Then the door slammed shut.

Su Zheyi left like this, so indifferent that he didn't leave her a word of farewell or even a false warning.

It's as if Ling Yue is just a piece of trash that can be thrown away and has no value.

Ling Yue slid down against the wall and slowly knelt down at the door.

There are too many experiences of being abandoned and thrown away.

But every time she experienced it, the pain was still worse than death.

She quietly covered her face with her hands for a while, then suddenly smiled softly.

When I laughed at the end, I seemed to be particularly happy about something. I couldn't stop laughing and my whole body was shaking.

She can't cry, she can't cry!

She wanted to laugh, but the louder the laugh, the more painful and almost suffocating despair in her chest would feel better.

But at this moment, Ling Yue, who had no choice but to return to the dormitory, clenched her fists tightly without saying a word as she listened to the humiliation of her roommate.

The two roommates looked at each other, and the smiles on their lips became even worse. "You heard, right? Tong Xiaochun has been absent from the roll call for the past two days. I heard that he went to Yuncheng."

"No way, the second generation of rich people are so brave. They dare to miss class when the semester is about to end, and they are not afraid of having all their points deducted."

One of the girls, Sun Qingqing, glanced at Ling Yue meaningfully, then suddenly walked up to her and patted her cheek twice frivolously, "Hey, what do you think the school girl is doing?"

A crisp slap suddenly sounded in the dormitory. The decibel was not loud, but when it fell in Ling Yue's ears, it was louder than thunder!

This bitch actually dares to hit herself!

"What are you looking at!"

Sun Qingqing's heart trembled when she looked at her with hatred and vicious eyes. Then she remembered the recent rumors circulating in the school and slapped her with another crisp backhand.

"Bitch! How dare you stare at me like that? I'll beat you to death!"

There seemed to be some addictive power in beating such a beautiful face. Sun Qingqing slapped her. Seeing that Ling Yue only glared but did not dare to fight back, the malice in her heart was unprecedentedly high.

He stepped forward and grabbed her hair, forcing her to raise her head, and then slapped her face with greetings more than a dozen times.

The fact is, under Su Zheyi's training, Ling Yue vaguely felt that she only deserved to be treated so violently, her hands seemed to be imprisoned by something, and she never thought of fighting back.

The sounds of skin-to-flesh contact followed Ling Yue's cries of pain and wailing. Everyone who was talking in the dormitory fell silent, and a strange atmosphere slowly grew.

Another roommate Zhou Shuang moved, stepped forward to hold Sun Qingqing, and advised: "Okay, okay, I just glanced at you, why should I be so angry."

After Sun Qingqing stopped, Zhou Shuang smiled at Ling Yue and said, "Apologise to Qingqing. We are all roommates in the same dormitory, so we won't pursue it."

Ling Yue stared at her blankly, not realizing the logic behind it.

Sun Qingqing's anger rose up again, she broke away from Zhou Shuang, took two steps forward, opened her bow and threw it at Ling Yue's face.

"You stinky slut with low skin and low flesh, you deserve to look at me. My flesh hurts when you look at me! Don't intercede for her. How did she bully us with Tong Zhuo in the past? Have you all forgotten? !Smelly bitch!”

At the end of the scolding, Sun Qingqing became so angry that she pulled Ling Yue's head and threw her to the ground, then stepped on her belly with high heels!

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