The woman I love is cruel

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The flame was like a fire dragon, burning directly from one end to the other.

Fang Fei, who was suddenly bold and sometimes shy, only hugged for a few seconds, and then let go of her embrace immediately.

The redness on his face is the color of drunkenness again.

Ms. Wen savored the touch just now, but realized it later----

It seems that they have changed from the one who teases the girl to the one who is teased all of a sudden.

"Fang Fei, have you grown taller again?"

This sentence came out of her mouth.

Fang Fei didn't hold her head up, obviously not only caring about her height but also a little bit proud, "The doctor said I'm retarded and still need to grow."

Seeing her like this, Miss Wen recalled a certain advertisement in which the son confidently declared to his father: "When I grow up, I will definitely be smarter than you and stronger than you."

She laughed inaudibly, but when Fang Fei listened carefully, the laughter disappeared again.

"I've been talking at the door for a long time, come in first."

Fang Fei blushed again.

If it was a comic book world, maybe you could still see her ears like the spout of a teapot, gurgling and bubbling white hot steam.

This was Fang Fei's first time entering Miss Wen's room.

As soon as she entered the door, she felt that her status was raised by a level, from a child to an adult on the same level as Miss Wen.

"It's so late, what are you looking for me for?"

Miss Wen lay down on the half-open quilt.

This bed is extremely soft and soft, with a shallow depression left in the previous position, messy and random, after all, it looks like a room for daily living.

Fang Fei couldn't find a chair for herself to sit on.

Ms. Wen's bedroom is colder than the place where she works. There is only the chuáng and the floor lamp next to the chuáng in the huge room, nothing else.

"You've always lived here?"

Too clean and tidy, lacking the traces of life, it is more deserted than the most stylish and frigid style in the model houses for others to visit.

"Well, there are too few things, right?" Miss Wen was holding a palm book in one hand under the lamp, with her head half propped up, her eyes focused.

"36 Gauge" is written on the blue cover.

"Well, is it inconvenient to live like this?"

Ms. Wen said: "If I am thirsty at night, I will go downstairs to the kitchen to pour water, and I will put the books back to the original place before I go to bed. There is a special room for the clothes and hats. This room is used for sleeping. chuáng and a lamp, what else do you need?"

"Need...need me."

Fang Fei blurted out again.

Miss Wen raised her eyes and smiled again, "My little girlfriend, do you want to take an oath of sovereignty in advance?"

Fang Fei was biting the bullet at first, but the more she talked, the more she took it for granted, "Of course, I really don't want to carve my name on your shoulder, it shouldn't be on your chest."

"Children, what is engraved on the skin will fade, but what is engraved on the heart is unforgettable."

Ms. Wen called Fang Fei over, and most of them took the initiative, and Fang Fei had to restrain her wings if she didn't want to.

Ms. Wen said: "Okay, tell me, what are you going to do with Zhang Jiao's matter first?"

Fang Fei was a little discouraged, "So you know, I thought I kept it from you."

Ms. Wen explained: "I didn't know it before, but someone in the know happened to mention this incident today. I think you handled it well, just like you taught the bird seller with eloquence."

Fang Fei doesn't care about other people's words, whether it's praise or ridicule, as long as it doesn't hinder her, she has the right to ignore it.

But when the person who judged herself became Miss Wen, she couldn't help worrying about gains and losses.

Do you like what you do?

Are you still looking at yourself?

"I like people who have their own opinions, just like you," Miss Wen cast her eyes on Fang Fei, like moonlight covering her with a veil, "Fang Fei."

"I like you too, Miss Wen."

Fang Fei confessed eagerly, she held Miss Wen's hand tightly so that her face could be rubbed against it.

"You probably want to ask me about campus bullying, right? Unfortunately, there is no clear legal punishment for this, and I don't have time to provide assistance to you for the time being, but sometimes public opinion is more terrifying than direct punishment."

Fang Fei nodded.

In this world, people's hearts are more poisonous than ghosts, and it is difficult to pursue legal responsibility for killing people with words.

If you use this double-edged sword well, it will pierce the heart of others, but if you use it badly, you will suffer from it.

"I'll keep an eye out."

Taking advantage of the opportunity to log in without real-name authentication, she posted her edited text on Weibo.

"Campus bullying, school teachers don't care[email protected] Feicheng No. [-] Middle School"

Fishing requires patience. If the fish is too big, it needs to be loosened and tightened to get the big fish ashore. It will save a lot of effort to slide the fish until it is exhausted first and then pull it.

While arguing with No. [-] Middle School officials, she stopped by to look at the law on campus bullying:

"Where a person who has reached the age of 14 but not the age of 18 violates the administration of public security shall be given a lighter or mitigated punishment; a person under the age of 14 shall not be punished if he violates the administration of public security, but his guardian shall be ordered to strictly discipline him."

Unfortunately, she only found this article in the "Public Security Management Punishment Law", and the word "strict discipline" is particularly ironic here.

What kind of a good thing would a family who can teach such children be to discipline their parents?

She simply went over all the big V Aites that could be on the top, and then sent out the audio that she had made before.

With her head resting on her arm, she waited for the matter to ferment, and the design of the school and students in Huaguo, where families and children are especially important, would certainly attract more attention.

Fang Fei still thought too simply.

what?

Why are there suddenly fewer people discussing it? Zhang Jiao stared at the high-rise building on the phone screen. Compared with the previous quick scan of the building, the number of replies now is much less than she expected.

what happened?

She logged out of the page and re-logged into the post bar. Gao Gao Piao's home page was full of messy new posts, and they disappeared after a while.

What kind of thing is more attractive than what you burst out?

Famous post - simple headline: "School is playing dead?"

She entered curiously.

"It's amazing, you go to Weibo, Weibo is blown up. The school is probably about to be blown up this time. Someone anonymously reported that a girl in the second year of high school bullied other girls. There are audio and melons [small link presented]"

"First floor: Hehe, the owner is going crazy, the high-rise building discussed before has been deleted, and thousands of us who have been bullied will put the new building on top."

"Second floor: Don't be vague, who is the sophomore in high school, who is so hung up, I heard that this incident made the school directly named by the Education Bureau, it can be said that it is unprecedented in the history of being named."

"Third floor: This kind of reputation gives a thousand people to the second floor, I treat you."

"Fourth floor: Hahaha, I dare not mention my name. This person has too much background. After all, the little girl jumped off the building and committed suicide. In the end, the victim obediently transferred to another school. She was safe and sound and continued to lead a group of friends to teach others."

"Fifth floor: Unlock it immediately, it's as quiet as a chicken, and I'm scared."

"Sixth floor: There is a wave of insidious conspiracy theories. The previous high-rise building is also a small means for the protagonist to avenge his personal revenge. After all, he has good parents behind him."

"Seventh Floor: Looking around the tall buildings, thinking about it."

"Eighth floor: Raise your hand, she's in the same class as the beautiful Fang Fei. She has a cold personality and a warm inside, and she hasn't had much contact with two boyfriends who are inexplicably rumored. We guess that she probably married the test paper textbook in this life 23333"

"Ninth floor: Do you think the protagonists of the two buildings are watching us talking?"

"Tenth Floor: The big beauty will only smile when she sees it. As for the other one, please remember to cover your vest and delete all the comments that should be deleted, so that the big boss will not come to chop you tomorrow with a 40-meter machete."