MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 798 Sports Students vs Dance Students 31

   Chapter 798 Sports Students vs Dance Students 31

   "...No." How do family members usually talk to their children!

   Is Pei Xuyan dead?

   It's been half an hour since the end of school, and the contact numbers left by the parents can't be reached, and no one gets through again and again.

  Qian clicked into WeChat and found Pei Xuyan, all of which she asked.

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  The child is out of school and no one picks up.

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Are you there?

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where are you? You forgot your son! !

   Still no message reply.

  It's not a problem to stay here forever, Qi An asked, "Where does your family live?"

  It was still raining in Ningcheng, and there were dead leaves soaked in puddles everywhere on the road. The wheels of taxis flew past, splashing all over the place.

   Such a drowsy rainy day always shrouds people in a sense of sadness for no reason.

  Qian suddenly said softly, "I want to go home too."

   was scattered in the rain, only the health pot could hear it.

For Divine Realm, the time in the small world is only a snap of a finger, and it can't be short, but Qi'an still can't find a sense of belonging. She misses Qingqiu, peach wine, and her parents and friends. She always blows her beard and stares at her. The teacher, even Ruby.

   That's where she grew up.

  Qi Lou also followed the emo: "I still want to go back to Jiuzhongtian."

  Qian proudly said: "Qingqiu is much better than Jiuzhongtian!"

   Maybe Qingqiu is not as high as Jiuzhongtian, and it does not have the imposing power of Jiuzhongtian, but for Qi An, she has been to many places, and the one she wants to go back most is Qingqiu.

   "Why did I come here all of a sudden, when can I go back? Is it enough to complete this mission?" Qi'an asked in a warm tone, "I'll go back to Qingqiu to invite you for a drink."

  Qi Lou froze for a while, then slowly said: "Little fox, no matter when... you have to look forward."

   "It's almost over, don't look back."

   Thinking of being able to go home, Qi An clenched his fists, as if he had been beaten with blood, with high fighting spirit: "Tell me! What else am I going to do!"

   "One day in the future, the blackening value of the mission target will skyrocket or even get out of control. You have to find the reason and redeem him before that."

   "What will happen to complete blackening?"

   "What kind of person do you think is the opposite of Pei Xuyan?" Qi Lou asked her back.

  Is the spirit dusty, or the loser is lost forever.

  Qian whispered, "It's not good."

   "What we have to do is to protect, not to smash." Qi Lou's tone has never been so soft and reverent, "It's like God loves the world and enforces the law impartially."

   "You said... Rong Yu. Although he is cold, but..."

   Qi Lou chuckled.

   "You may not guard a person, but you must not break him."

   "No matter what hardship or reason you have, it is not a reason to choose to hurt others, it only proves that you are cruel and incompetent."

  Qian nodded ignorantly, pointed to the outside and said, "I know, it's like the sun will rise tomorrow, and the sun will always be the sun."

   After half an hour.

  Qian stood in front of the elegant villa, holding Pei Yangyu with his right hand and ringing the doorbell with the other.

I pressed    several times in a row, but no one responded.

   "Teacher." Pei Yangyu stepped on his feet hard, "You pick me up, I'll lose my fingerprints."

  #On the harm caused by height.

   Fortunately, the door opened smoothly.

   "Teacher, come in! You'll get wet later!"

   Afraid of the rain coming in from outside, Qi An quickly closed the door, closed the pink umbrella, and placed it at the entrance, so that he had time to look at the living room.

  Perhaps it was raining, and there were no lights in the living room, only the wall lamps on the four walls cast deep shadows on the soft and complicated carpet, emitting a dim and not soft light.

   At five or six o'clock in the evening, everything is dark and not dark, and it is still easy to distinguish the ultimate luxury and emptiness, and there is no popularity.

   "Anyone?" Qi An asked softly.

   The girl's soft voice echoed in the living room.

   It seems that no one is there.

   "Teacher, I'm alone." Pei Yangyu bit his lip pitifully, his black grape-like eyes twitching in a circle, and he was shedding tears at the moment.

   "You don't leave first, okay?"

  Qian originally planned to take him home and leave, but now the poor child's appearance made her a little softer: "When does your family usually go home, I will accompany you and wait."

   "My second uncle should be at home at this time..." Pei Yangyu muttered.

   "What?" Qi An didn't hear clearly.

   "Well, I said that my dad may have gone out and fooled around, or he may have overslept and forgot to pick me up."

  Qian's fist started to harden.

   Is this something that humans can do!

   Little Master Pei Yangyu said: "Teacher, go upstairs and help me see if Dad is there. His bedroom is in the third room on the left on the second floor. I'll wait for you here."

  Qian nodded, walked upstairs, and walked through the spacious but deserted corridor. She vaguely felt that she had entered the door of a story.

   Pei Yangyu quietly made a comparison behind him.

  Hee hee hee, he is too young to marry Teacher Xiao Qi as his wife, but he must turn Teacher Xiao Qi into Pei's house!

  The lights on the second floor turned on naturally, and the lights exuded a dim yellow sheen, falling on the girl's cold-white skin, making it even more dazzling.

   The weather was a little warmer yesterday, and she didn't know it was raining today.

   Wearing a white floral knee-length dress that I have always liked, and a soft-toned knitted cardigan, with long black hair scattered behind her, she looks good, but she will freeze to death.

  God, if you give her a chance to choose again, she will definitely check the weather forecast!

   There are portraits of famous people hanging on the walls on both sides, all of which are hard-to-find orphans. The eyes in the paintings seem to be able to see through the inner soul.

   She wondered, wouldn't she feel depressing in such an environment, some random thoughts flashed in her mind, Qi An stopped, tried to calm down the anger she had been waiting for for an hour, then rubbed her cheeks and raised her hand to knock on the door.

   knocked twice, but no response.

   She knocked twice, but there was still no sound.

  Qian jumped on the spot twice, warmed up slightly, and puffed out his cheeks in annoyance. He just wanted to knock again, but he gave up because it couldn't work. At this moment, the door was suddenly opened.

   "Who!"

   His voice was hoarse, his anger was suppressed, and he was so tired that he didn't wake up. In short, he was very irritable, and he would beat someone in the next second.

  Qian's body was almost leaning against the door. Due to inertia, she almost fell in and hit the person in front of her. Fortunately, even though she held the door frame, she stared blankly at the person in front of her.

The man is tall, with a naked upper body, only wearing a pair of dark gray trousers, the waist of the trousers is loosely stuck on the hip bone, and it cannot be dropped. The waist and abdomen are as thin as a narrow knife, the chest is cold and hard, and the skin is plated in the dim light Layers of hazy smooth luster, very attractive, the scenery is unobstructed.

   The color of decadence and desire is unprovoked, which makes the mouth dry and the heart beats fast.

   At this moment, he looked at her with an extremely impatient face, most of his face was in the shadows, and he could still see the messy black hair, the high nose bridge, and the frowning between his brows.

   (end of this chapter)