Bizarre Love

He still has a bad temper.

Meng Ting guessed that Jiang Ren might have come out to smoke a cigarette. She read her skirt, so she took a few steps closer.

The boy was twenty-seven centimeters taller than her.

This year, she was 1.6 meters tall, not short, but Jiang Ren was tall. He is not taboo about meat and vegetables, and his silver hair is a bit sloppy, so he is always regarded as a gangster outside. He is difficult to mess with, has a bad temper, and has a flawed character.

Jiang Ren couldn't suppress the irritability, so he took a cigarette from the cigarette case and bit it between his lips.

The window brackets on the third floor were open, and a few strands of the cool night breeze came in.

Her bangs flicked slightly.

She raised her hand and gently tiptoed to approach him.

The moment the fire was lit, he smelled the fragrance brought by the wind from the girl's body. That unique soft and sweet taste.

Her movements are green, even clumsy.

At first glance, it was obvious that he had never done such a thing for others, but he was incredibly well-behaved.

He lowered his eyes, his hand trembled slightly, and it took him a while to light the cigarette.

Meng Ting heaved a sigh of relief after lighting, put the lighter in his palm, and ran up beside him.

After a long time, he suddenly squeezed the cigarette between his fingertips and extinguished it, panting heavily.

The cigarette was already half burned, but he forgot to breathe in a daze, and didn't take a single puff.

Don't let him see her again.

See no more.

otherwise……

After Meng Ting went upstairs, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The fifth floor of Anhaiting was filled with demons dancing wildly. Meng Ting saw Shu Lan through the crowd.

To make matters worse, Shu Lan is about to show off her hands and dance.

She was wearing a skirt that belonged to Meng Ting.

The dress didn't fit her well, and she wasn't developed well enough to hold it up. However, without compromising its own beauty. None of the dresses worn by girls back then were as beautiful and unique as this one. The beauty of Qingdai after the rain in the Republic of China, the colorful feathers fluttered as they walked. The hem was so long that it caused several girls to glance at it.

Shu Lan is not without complacency.

Because the few arrogant girls in Licai Vocational High School couldn't help but ask her where she bought the skirt.

Shu Lan's tone rose: "There's no place to buy this. The high-end dress is unique in the world."

No matter how much the girl liked her, she couldn't hold back her face when she heard this: "Huh, who cares." There were also one or two boys who cast their eyes on Shu Lan.

Shu Lan's eyebrows were beaming, this group of people were all rich. Normally, she wouldn't glance at her while walking on the road, but wearing this skirt tonight, she finally felt elated.

The girls who asked about her skirt came back shortly after, holding a glass of red wine in their hands, and said in a sarcastic tone, "I heard that you can dance, let me show you, anyway, I had such a good time today."

Where can Shu Lan know how to dance?

Her initial understanding of dance was only the painful feeling of the dance teacher pressing her legs hard to let her practice ligaments.

However, He Junming heard it, put down the microphone and looked over, also very interested: "Yes, your name is... Shu, Shu Lan, right, beauty, it's convenient to dance."

A group of boys immediately whistled and applauded: "Come one!"

Shu Lan couldn't get off the tiger.

He Junming was still an idiot, so he found some elegant music for her: "Let's dance."

Shu Lan's eyelids twitched, her heart flustered uncontrollably.

He Han pressed the remote control and said, "Isn't the music right? It needs to be more dynamic?"

One night, the eyes of all the people she dreamed of finally fell on her, but they just wanted to watch her dance.

Shulan definitely can't dance. She thought to herself, she is not Meng Ting, she can do everything. She doesn't know these things, and she will reveal her secrets as soon as she jumps.

She glanced at the one-person tall luxury cake next to her.

If...the clothes get dirty, no one will ask her to dance again, right?

Although she also felt that such a skirt was a pity, she couldn't slap herself in the face. What's more, the skirt can be washed and worn.

Shu Lan pulled the hem of her skirt, bowed her knees and saluted.

Take a few steps back and you will reach the big cake.

No matter how good-tempered Meng Ting was, he would be furious when he saw her about to touch that cake.

It was something left by her mother!

Meng Ting's voice was crisp and clear: "Shu Lan!"

Shu Lan was startled, and turned around to see Meng Ting in school uniform standing at the door. For a moment, she was stunned. She originally thought that Meng Ting would take back her things just to scare her, but she didn't expect Meng Ting to really come.

How did she get here?

Didn't An Haiting let anyone in casually?

Meng Ting didn't look at the eyes cast by everyone on the other end.

She also didn't feel that she had the slightest inferiority complex dressed in gray among the gorgeous and glamorous crowd.

She walked in front of Shu Lan, as if she had turned back to Meng Ting when she was fourteen years old.

Incomparably soft, but also proud and bright: "Give me the skirt, immediately."

She didn't look at Shu Lan's expression, but turned to look at He Junming.

"Student He, I'm sorry. Can you return the gold medal yesterday?"