MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 841 Sports students vs dance students 73
Chapter 841 Sports Students vs Dance Students 73
"Pei Xuyan."
"ended."
The whole audience was dead silent, no one dared to speak, they just stared at the scene dumbfounded.
Pei Xuyan was thrown wine by a girl, this is the first time we met.
Ruthless enough!
The wine glass fell from his hand and fell to the ground with a bang, making a crisp and sharp sound, it fell apart, and stopped abruptly.
Qi'an turned around and ran away, rushing out the door.
Pei Xuyan leaned on the sofa, closed her eyes, golden liquid brandy dripped from the tip of her hair, slid over the high bridge of the nose, and sank into the neckline, casting an indifferent shadow. The temperament is too expensive, so it doesn't look embarrassed and daunting.
Wiping the wine on his chin with the back of his hand, he violently pulled out the tissue on the coffee table. His expression was so calm that it made people panic.
The woman next to her came to her senses, and quickly pulled out a tissue to him: "Brother Yan, that girl is too ignorant! Shameless, I'll teach you a lesson—"
"roll!"
He kicked the coffee table violently, knocking it over.
Qi'an ran out of the box like a madman. I don't know how much effort he took to keep the tears from bursting out in front of him. You must keep the last decency.
Breath was stained with his characteristic clean tobacco smell, and as he ran out of that door, it seemed that everything was locked behind him, and the story book closed.
She is not his heroine.
Can't hand in full marks on the test paper.
The light in front of her eyes became blurred and dazzling. She rushed out, eager to leave this place, but someone grabbed her wrist suddenly.
"Where is the beauty going, have a drink?"
Qi'an raised her head, and three or four men surrounded her, smiling maliciously.
The smell on them is disgusting, so disgusting that it makes Qi An want to vomit, it's not at all the same as Pei Xuyan's breath.
"I don't drink." Qi An shook off their hands, emotionally, "Let's go!"
"You still have a big temper." Those people once again blocked her way, sizing Qi An unscrupulously, and spoke obscenely.
"Come here and still wear so much, pretending to be innocent, drink with us before leaving, come, come, come to our box—"
Qi'an clenched his palms tightly and wanted to leave, but was surrounded by a crowd and couldn't get away at all. His back was sweating lightly, and he put his hands in his pockets, wanting to call the police with his mobile phone.
There was a loud bang!
A bottle of beer slammed on the head of the man who grabbed her wrist, bleeding hard, and then fell to the ground, torn apart!
Qi'an's pupils constricted and her fingertips trembled.
Those people must have been frightened and stupid. When they came back to their senses, they were furious. The person who was smashed covered his head and looked up: "Drafting mother, who is looking for death—"
The voice stopped abruptly.
On the second floor, at the railing of the corridor, there stood a man, very tall, looking down at them, with a cigarette between his fingers, and a new beer bottle in the other hand, weighing it twice, pointing his chin at them, with a cold voice :"court death?"
The man's complexion changed drastically, and the others also took a few steps back. Their eyes fell on Qi An and Pei Xuyan. They were so surprised that they didn't even dare to get angry. They were bullied and hardened, and they smiled apologetically, "Young Master Pei, what's wrong with you?" Girl with you..."
Qi An stared blankly at the shards of beer on the ground. The glass shards rolled down to her feet, reflecting the sharpest luster, and she heard the man's contemptuous voice.
"My classmate, dare to try again."
Student...
The last time, he still didn't get a response.
Qi'an couldn't hear clearly, anyway, they surrounded her to apologize, and he told them to **** off.
She raised her face and saw the person above.
Standing in the bright lights, Pei Xuyan still had wet wine on his face, dripping along the sharp profile lines, even the neckline was wet, too lustful, too hostile, like someone who was romantic and depressed The aristocrat, biting the cigarette with his thin lips, the smoke lingered and blurred his eyebrows and eyes, and casually wiped the sticky liquor on his neck with a tissue with his fingers.
Those deep eyes looked at her.
Even if you know that you don’t belong to yourself, you will still be greedy for the sense of solidity that no one can surpass at that moment.
Perhaps it is the effect of alcohol, the body and the heart seem to be fully opened, the plain water is slowly boiling, the boiling wine is boiling, the warmth spreads out in the pain, desperately absorbing and even a little intoxicated and paralyzed by such dependence, I don’t want to face it , it's best to avoid the feeling of being guarded like this all the time.
He is cold and dissolute, but also calm and broad.
With him here, there is no need to be afraid.
Protected dependency can really be addictive.
Occasionally a little is good, like the sweetness given, the drunk person is not sober, forget all the embarrassment.
Really disappointing, so who can blame for being thrown away?
Look briefly at each other.
"Go back early."
Pei Xuyan put down a word, turned and left, his back was the same as before.
Qi An bit by bit from the flustered emotions, the body floating in the air returned to reality, and all the broken and fragile emotions came to an abrupt end, only to realize that the palms of the hands were sweaty and cold.
"Thank you senior." She was polite but unfamiliar, bowed and walked out.
One person walks towards the luxurious life, and the other walks towards the heavy snow.
Nobody looked back.
After Qi'an came out, she realized that she couldn't get a taxi in this place, she couldn't just drive in. She walked slowly on the road, her shadow was drawn very long by the streetlights, suddenly, she felt something cold and dense fell on her. The side of the neck was melted by the temperature and turned into cold water. She was stunned, stretched out her hand to touch it, and raised her head.
I saw heavy snow flying all over the sky.
The street at eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the gray sky, white snow is flying.
"It's snowing..."
Qi'an's tone was extremely relaxed, and his voice was slightly hoarse. He stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake, watched it melt in his palm, and said with a smile.
The snow fell heavily, and the north wind blew up, people were almost blown down.
"so cold."
Qi'an wrapped her down jacket tightly, buried her chin in the raised neckline, and still felt cold. This coldness penetrated into the skin inch by inch, and then penetrated into the bone marrow, corroding the fragmented heart.
She bent her eyes and walked slowly: "Why is it so cold, the flowers will be frozen."
"I don't know what's wrong with the creeper raised at home. I have to go home on the weekend and have a look. Tomorrow seems to be full of classes, and I have to go to eight in the morning..."
People around pass by in twos and threes. A young couple is holding hands. A boy hugs her into a jacket. On the zebra crossing in the distance, an elderly person is crossing the road. The old man is pushing his grandmother's wheelchair, smiling with narrowed eyes.
I really envy others.
She babbled a lot along the way, her voice was soft and quick, but she felt like she was about to cry at any time, and in the end she couldn't hold back at all, choked to the point of heartbreak.
"It's so cold, Pei Xuyan..."
It's snowing.
ended.
She looked at the phone slowly, only to find that there was a message sent an hour ago, Qi An was too nervous at that time, and the phone was muted, so she didn't see it.
It was sent by Tang Chenmao.
【Sister, I have something to tell you. 】
(end of this chapter)
