Bizarre Love

Chapter 50: Looking for a fight (1)

Meng Ting shook his head: "No need, I can do it myself."

Jiang Ren asked her: "Do you know how to cultivate?"

Of course she won't.

He turned his face away, and said solemnly and impatiently: "Hurry up."

She hesitated for a long time, and sat down on the back seat. Jiang Ren bent his lips: "Hold on tight."

As soon as he pushed his feet hard, he rode out quickly.

At first Meng Ting was pulling the back seat of the bicycle, but later she felt afraid.

The boy didn't know where the strength came from, and he rode very fast.

She bit her lip, blushed, and said softly, "Slow down, Jiang Ren."

He smiled a little badly: "If you are afraid, just hug me."

She didn't hug her, she held on to the back seat of the car tightly. The speed of the car was fast, and the wheels were spinning rapidly. He almost rode the bicycle at the speed of a motorcycle, which was frightening.

When he turned a corner, Meng Ting exclaimed, she almost had the feeling that she would be thrown out. It was getting dark, and there were only a few people on the street. The hem of the boy's clothes was windy, and his long legs were strong and strong. The girl didn't say a word, she held on to the back seat of the car, holding back her tears quietly.

He stopped the car suddenly.

Standing on the ground, he looked back at her. The wind was light, and there was plaster from nearby buildings in the air. Her bright eyes were moist, and she also looked up at him. The slender and beautiful fingers were whitish, and the knuckles were red, and the skin was about to be worn out.

Her forehead hair was blown a little messy by the cold wind, quite embarrassing. But the eyes are like stars falling into the water, bright and soft and hurtful.

He dropped the front of the car and pinched her chin, with rage rolling in his eyes.

"You hate me so much?" You don't even want to touch me?

She let go of her white fingers, patted his hand off, and lowered her eyes without speaking.

He was stiff for a long time: "Fuck, I was wrong, okay. Show me your hand, does it hurt?"

Seeing that Meng Ting didn't respond, Jiang Ren panicked a bit: "Don't cry, I'm an asshole, I shouldn't bully you, are you afraid, I'll ride slower, slower than walking."

She finally raised her eyes, which still made his heart tremble. Her voice sounded like a girl crying: "Ride slower, don't lie to me."

A grievance is a grievance, and I still insist on that broken principle, and I still don't like him very much. However, he doesn't care about his badness. This is a girl who does not hold grudges and is easy to coax.

He laughed, his heart was sour and soft: "Okay."

He took off his coat and padded it on her seat, fearing that her hands would hurt, he tied the coat to the car seat so that she could pull the clothes.

At dusk in winter, the bicycle creaked because of its old age. He had never ridden such a slow car in his life, she was quiet behind him, but his heart was heavy.

He almost made her cry.

He's really no joke.

Originally, he only wanted her to hug him, but thinking about it made his heart ache. It was like an irrepressible emotion, more like a disease implanted in the bone marrow. So he did everything he could and tried his best.

He blocked the cold wind, and under Meng Ting's guidance, he parked his bicycle some way away from the community.

Although it has not been built here, the greening has been done well.

She got out of the car, returned the clothes to him, said thank you softly, with a sweet ending, and then pushed the car towards the door of the house.

If it was summer, her back would be amazingly beautiful.

However, winter is more gentle and charming.

His heart was hot. Sweet and astringent.

It was the first time in Jiang Ren's life that he liked someone, and he actually didn't know how to like her. But just looking back at her can make him uncontrollably happy, but it can also make him feel pain in his blood.

"Meng Ting."

She turned her head and looked puzzled: "Huh?"

He couldn't help but took a few steps forward, finally stopped, and said with a smile: "It's okay, let's go home."

She nodded and walked away gradually.

Meng Ting went home, only to find that something had happened at home.

Shu Lan's face was covered with tears and snot, Shu Zhigang hit her and said angrily: "I wish I could lose you as my daughter!"

Shu Lan screamed: "You think I want a father like you!" Poor and stupid, in order to raise other people's seeds, she got herself into this situation.

Standing aside, Shu Yang was also beaten several times, but he kept silent and endured the pain.

Meng Ting hurried in: "Father?"

Shu Zhitong was so angry that his chest heaved, and he dropped the stick after a while, but no one paid any attention, and went back to the house.

In the evening, Meng Ting cooked the meal, and Shu Lan ran out. Shu Yang ate half a bowl, and finally put down his chopsticks. Shu's father said he would not eat, he was full of gas.

There were only Meng Ting and Shu Yang at the dining table.

"What happened?"

Shu Yang frowned, but said nothing. Hearing that he didn't speak, Meng took red medicine from the room and gave him: "Wipe it yourself." She tapped his back and said worriedly, "There's blood here."

Shu Yang said, "It's not mine."

He raised his eyes and finally told her: "It belonged to someone else. I beat him. He accidentally fell down the stairs. He is now in the hospital. Dad just went to make an apology."

Meng Ting looked at him in disbelief.

Shu Yang has a calm personality and doesn't look like a fighter at all.

Shu Yang turned his eyes away, and said in a difficult voice, "When I was picking up Shu Lan after school,... that boy was kissing her."

But he didn't say a part, the boy's hand went into Shulan's clothes.

Although he has an indifferent personality, he is her elder brother born from the same mother's womb. He pulled Shu Lan away on the spot and punched her.

The two of them were doing sneaky things, and they chose the corridor. The boy lost his footing and rolled down the corridor.

He was admitted to the hospital on the spot.

This incident was a bit big, and the family insisted on losing money. He also scolded Shulan for not having a tutor, and hanging out with boys at a young age. No wonder Shu Zhitong was so angry.

Meng Ting opened the medicine after he finished speaking, and said softly, "Okay, wipe off the medicine and eat enough."

Shu Yang clenched his fists: "You don't blame me?"

Meng Ting shook her head, and she smiled: "You rarely lose your temper." Every time you are impulsive, it is always because of something that even your reason cannot control. For example, she was disfigured that year...

Shu Yang rushed into the flames.

It's just...he couldn't find himself.

Meng heard: "It's good to protect the sisters, but next time you can't be so impulsive. If something happens to someone, you won't have time to regret it." She paused, "How much did Dad pay?"

Shu Yang's face was ashen, and he said for a while: "The family asked for 25,000, and Dad gave it 6,000 first." He didn't regret it when he hit someone, but later he began to reflect on his recklessness.

The family didn't have that much money, and Shu Zhigang was still paying off all the money he earned in the research institute.

Shu Yang's eyes were gloomy, almost without any expression.

Meng Ting glanced at him, went back to the room, came out after a while, and showed him the certificate.

The certificate reads—Meng Ting, who won the first place in the National Mathematical Olympiad Competition for Middle School Students, is hereby issued as an encouragement.