Due to the relationship between Shang and Mu, I also paid special attention to the last time Yu Xixi named it. I knew that the more beautiful boy was Yin Nuo, and the one with a yellow hair was called Zhou Yanyi. Like Shang Muyi, they are all students in the financial department.

"Why do you want to see them?" Shang Mu's voice was stuffed in the mask, seeing a bit resentment and danger. "I stand in front of you, you don't look at me, but look at them?"

I took a look at my eyes and raised the lectures. From a distance, Yu Xixi looked at this side with a frightened look, and silently pointed at Shang Muyu.

I shook her head slightly and motioned for her to leave first. Yu Xixi was even more shocked. Although she wanted to speak, she didn't know what I was doing, but she went out of the classroom three steps back.

Only I and Shang Muyi were left, and I could finally calm down to coax the children.

"You bring a mask, what do I think?" I found that there seemed to be a bruise in the corner of his eyes that he hadn't covered by the mask. I frowned and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"

He reached out and pulled off the mask, and I noticed that he was also green at the knuckles.

"I was beaten." He was very aggrieved and went to me to let me see, "Look, the corners of my mouth are broken."

He held my hand and led to touch his wound.

"Who hit it?"

Somehow, I always have a good hunch.

"My sister's boyfriend."

His fingers touched the corner of his eyes. When I trembled, he was hissing, his eyes made a profit instantly, waiting for my sight, and quickly softened.

Yang Haiyang's kid, he didn't take my words at all. Even if it was, it was still on his face.

Chapter 8

There was only one face that could be seen, and now it is like this, and it has been labeled with "unprecedented".

"Have you hit him too?" After retiring, I regretted that I didn't forget to care about Yang Haiyang's injuries.

Actually I don't worry about him. Although Shang Mu was a young age, Yang Haiyang was fitness all year round, and the tendon meat was not good -looking, and he would not lose anything.

Shang Mu was straightened up and put on the mask again: "No fight. It was he hit me unilaterally, I didn't do it."

He said the same as true, and I slowly moved down to look at his blue and purple back.

"This is not ..." He noticed my sight, raised his back and explained, "This is my own hitting the wall, I really didn't hit him."

He didn't know the relationship between Yang Haiyang, and there was no need to lie to me deliberately, so I preferred that he really didn't hit Yang Haiyang -it was the sun that came out of the west, which was rare.

"What are you smashing the wall?" Putting the lecture on his knees, I controlled the wheelchair to the layman.

Shang Mu was keeping up, and I always paid about two steps away from me.

"Because I can't help but be going to beat him."

I would like to hear him before that he really didn't hit Yang Haiyang and was just surprised. At this moment, he knew that he was willing to smash the wall and didn't beat each other. I was shocked.

It ’s just a few days. How do you have so much personality, just like being dismissed?

"How? Do you think I was beaten like this, so I must fight back?" Shang Muyi saw me for a long time, guessing what I was thinking, and smirking.

No, I think you will not only fight back, but also double.

"No, just think ... a little unlike you."

I thought it was one thing, and it was another thing to say. I don't want to say anything reckless age, knowing how to see people speak, and see ghosts.

"Where is it like?" He inserted his hands in his pocket, and walked to me with his hands, walking around with me, "I am usually good."

I couldn't help but look up at him and want to know what expression he uses.

He felt it, looking down, "What are you doing? In my opinion, it is‘ good ’.”

"..."

I do n’t comment, watching the way back silently, and admiring his words of saying such a big words.

On both sides of the widest main road in the school, there are tall French sycamores. Over time, the crown has been connected together, covering the road densely. The sun can only squeeze the gaps of the leaves with the help of the wind, and to convey its body temperature to the earth.

At the end of autumn, the leaves of sycamores have been changed from the original green to golden. It doesn't take long for it to come. When the yellow leaves fall, this road can be seen again.

"Is your car repaired?" When walking out of Wutong Avenue, Shang Muyi suddenly asked.

The sun climbed from the back to the whole body, drying and warm. If I were alone, it should be stopped to bask in the sun.

"Well, don't bother you to send me home in the future." I slowed down and wanted to call this road late.

Shang Muyao had no consciousness, and still advanced according to the previous steps, and after a while, I arrived in front of me.

"Didn't you forget your date tomorrow?" He asked.

I am 32 and not 62, and I have not forgotten what I promised.

"No." I said.

He stopped and frowned, and it seemed that we found that the two of us were no longer on the same horizontal line.

"Why are you so slow?" He complained that the mask could not cover it.

The sun fell on him, and the bruises in the corner of the eyes became more and more obvious. I squinted my eyes, still slowly moved forward, and did not speed up.

"Can't wait for you to go first."

He heard the words softly, and it sounded very much to say.

"Forget it ..." But somehow, finally chose to swallow all the words, "I will go to your house to meet you tomorrow night. At eight o'clock, don't forget."

He waited in place and waited for me to go next to him. This time I walked very slowly, with my speed.

"Where do you take me?"

In front of the intersection, I went to my office again. Although I responded to gambling and promised not to avoid it, I still wanted to know where I would be taken, and I had a psychological preparation.