The white moonlight gl

"Student Feng, can you help me?"

"Yes, yes, do you need help? With so many confession letters and gifts, Student Feng is really popular. We are almost envious and jealous."

"Bah, what other people can say is that you can't. You think we didn't see the things you secretly stuffed into classmate Feng's desk pocket, are you funny?"

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough."

...

The classroom was noisy for a while, Feng Qingshui squatted on the ground and smiled, politely rejected his/their kindness, and seeing Feng Qingshui like this, many people secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because, he/ They all secretly sent their hearts, but these days, seeing that Feng Qingshui didn't touch those things much, he/they thought that she would throw them all away.

"hey-hey."

"Hey bastard, people are leaving soon, and you will smirk. I said that you are also a decent person, can you stop being so wretched and have the ability to confess your love?"

In the corridor outside the classroom, a handsome-looking yellow-haired boy in a clean school uniform, saw Feng Qingshui holding an orange envelope in his hand, and laughed when he couldn't help looking at it, and beside him, an equally good-looking boy Seeing this, the black-haired boy hit him without hesitation and rolled his eyes.

"Hey, what do you know, a goddess can only be seen from a distance and not be played with, not to mention, am I the kind of person who is out of tune and will poach the corners of the villain's happiness?"

Most of Shenghuai are children of rich families, with a broad vision and a far more mature and rational mind than their peers. Take Feng Qingshui's class as an example. Although he/they feel very incredible that Feng Qingshui likes ink-dyed pupils, but , he/they did not make any obstacles to Mo Rantong in the dark.

The black-haired boy was speechless. He followed the line of sight of his best friend to look at Feng Qingshui, and heard his best friend sigh: "Mo Rantong is so lucky."

Good luck, the black-haired boy nodded.

How good Feng Qingshui is to Mo Rantong, he/they can see in their eyes. In the whole Shenghuai, there are countless men and women who are gnashing their teeth at Mo Rantong.

"Well, Mo Rantong, aren't you jealous?"

Mo Rantong's deskmate is an obedient girl with long hair. She is shy and introverted. She rarely speaks, but at this time, she can't help but speak.

Her back was stiff, and Mo Rantong was holding the ballpoint pen tightly in her hand, and lowered her head, so that people could not see the emotions on her face and eyes.

"Do not."

"That's right, she likes you so much, there is no one else in her eyes except you." The good girl nodded, and then focused on the test book, completely unaware of the impact her words had on Mo Rantong.

She likes you so much, she has no eyes for anyone but you.

She has no eyes for anyone but you.

except you…

These words kept echoing in his mind, Mo Rantong's heart throbbed, and Venus appeared in front of his eyes.Couldn't help moaning and groaning in pain, Mo Rantong listened to the din in the classroom, his eyes were red, and he suffocated again.It's not anymore, it's not anymore, she's going to abandon her, abandon, abandon, her.

Fengqing water.

...

The ticking time will not stop for anyone, and soon, it will be the time for school to leave in the evening. Feng Qingshui is sitting on her seat, smiling and saying hello and goodbye to her classmates, including promises.

People in the classroom left one by one, and after ten minutes, only she and Mo Rantong were left.

"cough."

Picking up the cup on the table and taking a sip, then put it down again, Feng Qingshui looked around, got up, walked to Mo Rantong and stood still.

"Ink dyed pupils."

The girl in long clothes and trousers with a high ponytail has been writing questions seriously, as if any changes in the outside world have nothing to do with her. Feng Qingshui took out a piece of paper from the school uniform pocket of her jacket. The bank card that had already been prepared, hooked the corner of his mouth, and put it on the draft paper in front of Mo Rantong.

"This is for you, the password is my birthday, you should know it?"

Mo Rantong: "..."

The dark pupils shrank violently, Mo Rantong stopped to solve the problem, looked up and stared at Feng Qingshui dumbly, there was a faint glint of water in his eyes, which flashed past.

"Hey, isn't that how it's played on TV? If you break up, you have to pay a breakup fee. I'm richer than them, so I can't fall behind on this point." This is the first time Feng Qingshui has done such a thing. Still a little embarrassed, she insisted on an indifferent attitude, trying not to show a guilty conscience.

"Feng, Qing, Shui."

The mood changed, Mo Rantong gritted his teeth, and chanted Feng Qingshui's name, as if he wanted to tear her into his belly.

Tightly pursing her lower lip, Mo Ran's eyes were red with anger and hatred intertwined inside, making Feng Qingshui a little dazed.

"Why, don't you hate me so much?"

Blinking, Feng Qingshui tilted her head slightly, speaking as if nothing had happened.

"I wasted your time and your feelings, but am I not compensating you? Mo Rantong, this is my New Year's Eve money since I was a child, and the card name is mine, so when you withdraw money Don't enter the wrong password! Otherwise, once the card is swallowed, it will be you who will be unlucky."

She came out in a hurry that day, and there was only this card in her bag, and she didn't want to bother, so she simply gave this card to Mo Rantong.

In the empty and quiet classroom, Mo Rantong felt dizzy.

She was so angry that her heart felt like it was being burned by a raging fire.

Staring at Feng Qingshui with hatred, Mo Rantong was breathing rapidly, clenching his teeth, his chest heaved violently, and he was very emotional.

"Feng, Qing, Shui, what the hell do you take me for? What do you take our relationship for? What do you think?"

How could she be like this, how could she be like this?

How could she spoil her like this!

Feng Qingshui: "..."

"Mo Rantong, don't get excited. Speak carefully if you have something to say, and keep your voice down." I don't understand why Mo Rantong is still angry after I have done everything I should do. Feng Qingshui pointed to the card on the table, afraid that Mo Rantong would He couldn't understand, and said: "Although I spend money fiercely, there are still more than 100 million in it, Mo Rantong, I don't look down on you, or what, I just want to make up, that's all. "

More than 100 million is nothing to her, but to Mo Rantong, it is a lot of wealth.

Feng Qingshui knew that Mo Rantong was a temporarily stranded dragon, and with the last bit of affection, she didn't mind helping her.

Anyway, Feng Qing's kind of stuff cost her more money.

Mo Rantong was too angry to speak.

She understood what Feng Qingshui meant, but the more she understood, the angrier she became.

She was angry with Feng Qingshui's rationality, angry with her cruel heart, in short, she was angry with her, no matter how perfect she did, no one could make a mistake.

"Ink dyed pupils?"

Seeing that Mo Ran's pupils remained silent, Feng Qingshui nodded lightly, "That's how it is, goodbye."

never see again.

Turning around and leisurely returning to her seat, Feng Qingshui yawned lazily and began to wait for Uncle Liu for a few seconds.

Mo Rantong stared blankly at the bank card with empty eyes.

More than 100 million, this money may not be saved in her life, let alone just a relationship, even if she is sold, she will not be able to sell so much.

But, "I hate you."

The gloomy and cold voice made Feng Qingshui's eyelashes tremble, and she hummed softly without denying it, and the classroom gradually fell into dead silence.

About ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door dragging a suitcase.

"Miss."

"Well, Uncle Liu, come in from the back, the classroom aisle is relatively narrow." Looking up, Uncle Liu followed the school security guard, standing at the front door together, Feng Qingshui spoke softly, and Mo Rantong was still on the seat from the corner of the eye, and did not leave.

"Okay lady."

The two moved very quickly, and after a short while, both suitcases were full. They stacked those large empty schoolbags and put them on the table. Feng Qingshui was carrying a backpack and wanted to drag a piece of luggage, but Liu Uncle stopped.

"It's fine if I come, Miss, Miss Mo?"

As soon as he arrived at the door of the classroom, Uncle Liu saw Mo Rantong. Although Mo Rantong was usually very silent, such a situation of not saying a word was still rare. However, thinking that his young lady was about to go abroad, Uncle Liu understood .

"We've already talked about it. Uncle Liu, let's go. Is my mother at home?"

"Madam is here."

"Where's Feng Qingliu?"

"The young master is not here."

...

The sound of chatting and the friction between the wheels of the suitcase and the ground became smaller and smaller, Mo Rantong bit her lower lip tightly, and tears fell down one by one.

When Feng Qingshui came home, Bai Wanjun told her a lot, and hugged Fengmu's waist with a smile, Feng Qingshui rubbed against Fengmu, acting like a baby.

"Mom, mom, I have no money. What are we going to do to eat delicious food tonight? I feel so pitiful when I think that I won't be able to eat the food my mother cooks soon. Mom, mom, I miss you so much."

"Come on, I feel like throwing up, don't be so tired of me, the money will be paid later." When Bai Wanjun and Father Feng were about to get married, they were forced to sign a prenuptial agreement by Grandpa and Grandma Feng who loved their grandson very much, saying It was a notarization of the property of the two, and Bai Wanjun was not qualified to divide Feng's father's property, and vice versa.

Grandpa Feng and Grandma Feng guard Bai Wanjun like thieves, but they don't know that Bai Wanjun is not short of money, she is from a scholarly family, and her ancestors have been officials for generations. Up and down.

I don't understand why Bai Yueguang in the book ended up that way in the end?

Could it be that Bai Yueguang's heart is as dead as ashes, and he deliberately tortured himself?

Feng Qingshui, who was confused for a while, completely forgot about the Bai Yueguang in the book, who provoked the disgust and revenge of those people.

Like the protagonist Gong, the protagonist Shou, the male supporting character Feng Qingliu, and other suitors and guardians of the protagonist Shou, as well as the male supporting role, female supporting role, cannon fodder who love the protagonist Gong, etc., the power of these people is gathered together Either explicitly or secretly, not to mention just deporting her abroad and cutting off her source of income, even killing her would be like stepping on an ant.

Nodding cheerfully, Feng Qingshui let go of Fengmu, and made a face at her: "Then I'll watch TV first."

"go Go."

For the cost of studying abroad, Feng's father and mother prepared it for Feng Qingshui early on, took the card from upstairs, and handed it to Feng Qingshui, Bai Wanjun asked casually: "Where is your little girlfriend, you went to study abroad , what should she do?"

"Well, that's it for the time being. I haven't tried it in a foreign country or something." I didn't tell Bai Wanjun that she and Mo Rantong had broken up. can hit her.

"..."

When Feng's father and Feng Qingliu both came back, Feng Qingshui would inevitably be questioned again, and answered them with ease. The family was peaceful and beautiful at the dinner table, looking very warm.

After dinner, Feng Qingshui went back to her room early.

Thinking that she would be completely liberated soon, she couldn't help rolling and rolling on the bed, laughing non-stop.

Dong dong dong, someone knocked on the door, Feng Qingshui quickly got out of bed, tensed her expression, rubbed her cheeks, coughed lightly: "Who?"

"It's me, Qingqing, brother, you open the door, and my brother bought you a gift." Feng Qingliu's voice was still playful, but yet pampering, Feng Qingshui curled her lips, intending to beat Feng Qingliu up .

"What gift? Bracelet? Bracelet? Bracelet? Bracelet? I mean brother? Can you give gifts something new?"

Opening the door, I looked at Feng Qingliu impatiently. Feng Qingshui puffed up her cheeks, looking very upset.

Feng Qingliu was stunned, he raised the gift box in his hand, and laughed: "Sorry Qingqing, it's a bracelet, brother will give you something else next time."

Hehe, she didn't believe his nonsense.

Reaching out to bring the box over, Feng Qingshui didn't even look at it, she just asked Feng Qingliu: "Is there anything else, brother?"

"..."

"If not, I'll go to bed, brother bye."

"..."

Whether it's really good or perfunctory, it can always be reflected in some small details of daily life. Feng Qingshui felt very speechless for her blind self before.

Tongzilou.

At 01:30 in the morning, Mo Rantong stepped into the place facing the moonlight.

There was no blood on a white and cold face, and Mo Ran's eyes were dull and empty, giving people a lifeless feeling.

Stepping on the stairs step by step, Mo Rantong opened the door and entered the room. There was no man in the room, nor was there that old woman who had fallen into the mire.

Using the key to unlock the locked bedroom, Mo Rantong tentatively pushed the door, but the door didn't open.With a little more effort, the desk behind the door creaked harshly.A few minutes later, Mo Rantong successfully entered the bedroom.

After arriving at the bedroom, Mo Rantong locked the door again, put the desk on it, lay on the bed, didn't even wash up, and fell asleep in such a mess.

From night to dawn, Mo Rantong could smell the fragrance of rice in the early morning.

Everyone has their own unique footsteps. Mo Rantong lay on the bed and listened carefully for a while, and realized that there was only that woman outside.

"Hitomi."

The woman smiled unskillfully when she saw Mo Rantong coming out and wiping the poor-quality makeup on her face.

She pointed to the steamed buns and fried dough sticks on the small wooden table, with a hoarse voice: "I just bought it, it's still warm, you eat it while it's hot."

Mo Rantong didn't speak, she looked at the wooden table, then at the woman, walked to the bathroom silently, brushed her teeth and washed her face.

"Hitomi."

The woman stood awkwardly in the hall, looking at Mo Rantong.

Mo Rantong sneered in his heart.She washed up step by step and went out.Impatiently asked the woman: "What do you want to say?"

"Tongtong, you are eighteen now."

"So what?"

"Look, it's not easy for me to raise you up like this. Sister Li said, Brother Qi is interested in you. If you follow him, you don't have to suffer any more."

"..."

"Hitomi."

"That's enough, don't call me by that name anymore, I feel sick after hearing that." Mo Rantong looked at the woman with a pair of gloomy eyes full of hostility, and said, "Also, I don't want to hear such words The second time, otherwise..."

"You're willing to die with me, right?"