The woman I love is cruel

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The man hiding under the bushes scratched the small red and swollen bumps on his neck from insect bites.

"Forget it, it's just this one time."

He was still staring at the bigger news in his mind - the sex of Miss Wen and her adopted daughter that Zhang Jiao had randomly fabricated.

Damn, I'm afraid you're lying to me?

But he didn't want to spend so much and give up halfway.

Gritting his teeth, he decided to ambush into the villa area.

Unexpectedly, the phone started ringing.

Zhang Jiao urgently asked for a photo, "Uncle Liu, did you get it?"

He still casually packed and sent her the few photos he had taken before.

Hey, I couldn't get the big head.

But Zhang Jiao, who got those photos, was satisfied enough.

"Slut, this one is so close, it looks like it's actively seducing others!"

While Zhang Jiao cursed secretly, she smiled more happily than anyone else.

She picks and chooses, chooses the most ambiguous and the ugliest Fang Fei among those photos and the ones she secretly took, and uploads them to the school post bar.

She clapped loudly on the title of the post bar----

"A certain girl from School 818 who hooks up with each other and rides n boats."

"The landlord of Zhengyi can't understand some high school sophomores who pretend to be cold on the surface, and catch girls in private, grabbing women with both hands.

The high-IQ goddess character design actually fights, plagiarizes, exports dirty, and threatens the urban-rural fringe department that isolates classmates.

There are pictures and the truth【Pull.jpg】"

The power of the headline party is strong, and people reply within a minute after posting it.

Zhang Jiao also left a comment, trying to create a false excitement.

"First floor: Awesome, this is a girl from Deep 8 who is very popular in school recently, have the courage to set up a shield for the host."

"Second floor: Watching the party, I feel that the host is also a girl."

"Third floor: I know that the master with this face will not be a good guy, ps: I am also a member of the onlooker party at the school gate today, it seems that even someone's parents are present."

"Fourth floor: The upstairs is yin and yang, I'm afraid it's not the owner's trumpet? I'm also a classmate of the big beauty. The big beauty has a good heart, and she coolly refuses the boys she doesn't like. It just so happens to be one of the guys in the picture."

"Fifth floor: I'm afraid that the fourth floor is someone who was 8 out of his body and became angry from embarrassment. Don't blame me for saying it, hehe~"

"Sixth floor: I am the fourth floor, and I prove that I am not a big beauty. Hehe, if I were a big beauty, I would have to climb over the network cable to deduct your dog eyes when I saw you and the landlord with red eyes!"

"Seventh floor: Look at the frantic jumping feet upstairs. It's not the beautiful woman herself, but also her relatives and friends. It seems that what the landlord said is true, and she even poked someone's sore foot."

"Eighth floor: Everyone, don't be crooked. The host comes out and continues 8. I'll add a pot lid for you."

……

Looking at the higher and higher floors, Zhang Jiao laughed wildly.

The viciousness in her eyes was about to overflow into the screen, and the words she typed on her hand became more and more provocative.

"Floor 57: Haha, as I expected, how can there be such a beautiful person in this world with big beauties? She really treats school like an entertainment circle. Don't think that no one knows her background. Someone came to the school before the 8 big beauties. ?"

……

"Floor 86: I'm coming! I'm coming! Wait for my news!"

……

"91st Floor: ff was born as an orphan. I don't know how she got close to the boss of Feicheng, and then she came to No. [-] Middle School. A person who has never been to school can pass the first monthly exam of the first semester. One, speaking of it is also inspirational.”

"Floor 92: Don't insult the word inspirational, you are a slut who recognizes his father and mother, and his grades may have been overwhelmed!"

……

She may have a gift for stirring up flames online.

No one taught me, so I naturally learned to register four trumpets.

One is a group of relatives and friends pretending to be Fang Fei, one is passers-by who are onlookers and provocative by the way, one is a combat troll who opens a map pào, and the last one rationally defines that the arrow looks objective, but actually points to Fang Fei explicitly and secretly.

Watching the building get taller and taller, the crowds of onlookers are getting bigger and bigger.

After Gao Gaoding was on the homepage, gossip like this kind of bad guessing was the most eye-catching, not to mention the beautiful girl with the school's turbulent grades.

These malicious guesses, no matter in the eyes of boys or girls at school, are just a funny joke.

It is only provided to them as a conversation material for inter-class communication.

But this does not prevent them from posting their own comments at the time after watching the landlord's remarks.

Whether it is sent to the bottom of the screen, or secretly refreshed in the brain.

Ah, it turns out that the seemingly arrogant and inviolable beautiful senior sister is such a person in private.

Hehe, I'm afraid that the test scores are also plagiarism... or something like that.

Zhang Jiaoguang couldn't help laughing viciously when he thought of what might happen when he went to school tomorrow.

She stayed up all night, and the blue color under her eye sockets became more serious again, and her eyes were also full of bloodshot eyes.

But her eyes were piercing, full of anticipation for the dawn after dawn.

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And Fang Fei on the other side was not asleep either.

She carefully changed all the voices in the intercepted audio, and deleted various details that might reveal the speaker.

On the eve of sending the message, her finger paused on the space bar for half a night, but she moved it away.

The mouse points to a large file.

The flickering screen couldn't reflect the expression on her face, the name of the hard disk being dragged to ---- fw.

The English letters that seem to have no connection at all represent two hearts that are close together.

At least in Fang Fei's own eyes.

In the dead of night, in the empty hallway.

Fang Fei walked up the steps quietly, while hypnotizing herself in her heart----

I just want to help my classmates better, and I went to Miss Wen because it is more useful to ask professionals about this kind of thing.

But the accelerated pace, and the heart beating more vigorously as the distance approaches, are not under the master's control.

Fang Fei hesitated for half a second at the two doors closest to the Sunshine Garden, and moved from the one closer to her to the other door by accident.

dong dong dong.

Exactly three times.

Fang Fei's heart was in her throat, if she was asleep, if she was still working, if...

I don't know why I'm so nervous.

Miss Wen's voice came from inside the door, a little sleepy, but still awake.

"Fang Fei?"

"Hey."

Fang Fei replied, the hand that wanted to push the door was hanging half loosely on the doorknob, and her heart began to tangle again——

is it too late

What kind of expression and posture should be used when entering a lover's bedroom for the first time?

A heavy heart filled with too many thoughts is an overripe fig.

The flowers hidden inside open silently and secretly, and the cracked pulp is full of sugar-melted honey.

Miss Wen, who hadn't heard the movement at the door for a long time, urged again, "Fang Fei."

Fang Fei calmed down and was about to open the door, when the door automatically opened in a welcoming gesture——

Miss Wen's hand-collared silk pajamas also greeted Fang Fei.

This made Fang Fei blush, and she only dared to look down at the slippers on Miss Wen's feet.

Miss Wen made a joke, "I haven't moved for so long, I thought you were going to be my little door god."

"I don't want to be a door god..."

Fang Fei secretly answered the next sentence in her heart: The door god can't enter your house again.

Miss Wen seemed to know what Fang Fei was thinking, and her eyes were gentle.

She gently touched Fang Fei's hair twice, and Fang Fei embraced her.

"I miss you."

Two hearts close together.

The heat of the body seeped through the cloth like a jointed rope coated with fuel.