MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 840 Sports students vs dance students 72
Chapter 840 Sports Students vs Dance Students 72
"An'an, come here quickly." Shao Xianglu hung up the phone in a hurry.
The private room was too quiet, so the voice on the phone could be heard clearly.
Qi'an clutched the phone, her finger bones turning white.
He didn't speak, but looked at her, his eyes were full of scrutiny, even judgment, Qi An was filled with sadness.
Such an environment, such an atmosphere, is too depraved and unconscious, and he is in it.
Temperament loneliness, impatience, desire, those who were restrained in school, are undoubtedly revealed in his place at the moment, like a kind of mental poison, addictive and addictive.
"Pei Xuyan, can I go first, we have something to talk about..."
Qi'an's voice became hoarse.
A laugh fell, without emotion.
Whether she was laughing at her, or thought her words were ridiculous, Qi An didn't know, she just felt full of mockery, and stood stiffly in the same place, she couldn't open her eyes because of the glare of the light, and couldn't see his expression clearly.
When Pei Xuyan heard this sentence, he felt that it was true. Was it a surprise? Not too much of a surprise. If you want to say disappointment, yes.
It was like a fire of anger was burning in my heart, it was very strong, and then suddenly someone poured a basin of cold water, and even the flame that had grown up, cooled down and turned into ashes, which was extremely uncomfortable.
"no."
He gave her the answer word by word.
"The person is not dead yet, are you rushing to attend the funeral?"
This sentence made Qi An look at him in disbelief, and was stunned for a long time, as if he couldn't believe that he could say such a thing.
"what are you saying?"
Her emotions were about to explode, and her mind was messed up with the thread, which became more and more chaotic as she untied it. In the end, she couldn't tell where the thread was, and her voice trembled because of the collapse.
"Can you stop always doing your own way, is it difficult to respect the people around me?!"
"You want me to respect him?!" Pei Xuyan's voice was even more unbelievable.
"You beat him once at school, and then rushed into the house to beat him, isn't that enough?! Who is it?"
"You think I'm too much?" He sneered and asked.
"Yes!" Qi An also answered him fiercely.
The atmosphere suddenly quieted down to a certain freezing point, no one spoke, and there was a stalemate.
Qi'an felt uneasy in this silence, looked at him.
Her eyes are moist and clear, standing in the world of feasting and debauchery, they are like tears.
To be honest, for a moment, Pei Xuyan really wanted to have a future with her.
At least that night, when she stood downstairs in the dormitory and called his name, stuffed chestnuts into his hands and ran away innocently like a rabbit, the dim streetlights were shining and snowflakes fell on her eyelashes. I like her very much.
But now her sentence was too much, it pierced his heart like a knife.
"I'm sorry..." Qi An couldn't help but whispered, she was too impulsive just now, she didn't choose what to say, she knew how much Pei Xuyan disliked this matter, and now she regretted it a little, but the words were out of her mouth, and it was hard to take back.
"You like me, don't you?" Pei Xuyan said suddenly, picked up the wine bottle on the coffee table and poured it directly into her throat, the rolling arc of her Adam's apple was sexy, half a minute, after drinking a bottle, she put it down with a slam, and wiped her chin with the back of her hand, " OK, I'll give you a chance."
The aura on his body was sharp and aggressive, and could not be ignored. It penetrated directly into her breath, which was a sense of oppression.
It was too intense, she couldn't bear it, and she also became a little drunk.
He is the first boy Qi'an has ever seen who smokes, drinks, and fights, but his body smells always clean, not offensive at all.
"Today either follow me or him!"
The characters are cut into gold and jade, sharp and bloody.
Force her to make a choice.
Qi An couldn't breathe, even breathing was painful.
Long silence, silence is the most embarrassing.
"No...can't you take a step back for me?"
Qi An looked into his eyes, her voice choked up.
His eyes are beautiful, so dark that they are purely like the deep night sky, they are even more beautiful when he smiles, with all the affection in them, he used to be so wanton and gentle when he looked at her, but now he is so indifferent and unpredictable.
Until now, in this depraved place, he still looks at her without avoiding it. Why is he so frank? Why don't you feel guilty at all? Why do you have a clear conscience?
Is it because he is ruthless, or is she missing her heart.
"Aren't you willing to take a step back? I can keep a distance from him, and I will remember to put you first in the future. If I quarrel, I will find you to make up. Then you can't, can you be wronged once for me?"
She is so simple and incoherent.
But she didn't know that the old grievances first, and then the new ones, and Qi'an, who kept arguing with Shao Tingbin and still messed up, was the biggest black irony of all this.
The profile of the man's face is completely hidden in the darkness, with sharp lines and a full body.
He didn't want to argue with her anymore, just like he didn't want to care about the throbbing pain of his heart, just like having a heart attack.
No matter what is in his heart, he refuses to give in half a point on the surface. If he speaks clearly, he will be strong.
The cigarette was lit slowly, and the smell wafted into the breath. Pei Xuyan took a deep breath and then spit it out. It was like a fire, the smoke passed through the lungs, and the wine entered the throat. It is too an understatement. Just three words shattered all the past: "I am tired."
Qi'an's choked-up voice stopped, and suddenly fell silent. After a long time, he asked softly, "Are we done?"
He didn't answer.
She asked again very slowly, like a snail: "So, is this the end for us?"
Those days and nights that were not innocent, the unscrupulous chatting, every class we took together, countless walks on the playground, every look, heartbeat, touch, she in his eyes, the smile on the corner of his mouth, Waiting for her footsteps, there are hundreds of chat records, and countless screenshots, always thinking that there will be something left, but in the end nothing will be left.
Doesn’t it all count?
How many times she looked into his eyes, how many times she wanted his response, she didn't have the courage, but still wanted to ask him.
How could you be willing to give up?
Have you forgotten, have you forgotten, have you forgotten, have you forgotten...
She is still fantasizing.
Pei Xuyan thought for a moment, and chose the most hurtful answer.
"Ever started?"
From the beginning to the end, he was able to do a job with ease, and the initiative was always in his hands. He could flirt as much as he wanted, retreat as he wanted, and leave at any time without any responsibility.
Qi'an suddenly thought of the first time she met him, when freshmen started school that day, and everything was strange and unfamiliar. With her longing for the university, she saw him at the sign-in office under the shade of the tree without warning.
Looking at each other inadvertently.
He had a cold smile on his face.
At that time, I never thought that I would have a story with him, and even more, I would fall in love with him.
The original conclusion has now been verified.
He is really good at playing with emotions.
If she could, she would rather choose to never know him!
At first the face was red, now the redness is in the eye sockets, tears are running down the face, and the chin is dripping.
Unexpectedly, Qi An picked up the wine on the table and threw it on the man's face!
(end of this chapter)
