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Chapter 78
There was no sound in the cafeteria. The people who were in a hurry to have a meal just stopped to watch the excitement. The other people sitting in the chairs ignored the meal and craned their necks to look over there.
The neckline under Gao Luyuan’s Adam’s apple is dampened with water, and the color is darker than the surrounding clothing. The face is full of water, the messy eyebrows are stuck together, and even the frown looks a little ridiculous.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes staring as if he was going to eat people.
The muscles on his arms were tight, and the blue veins on his forehead jumped and jumped. Cen Simiao looked up, with a particularly relaxed expression, and chuckled softly: "I'm giving you a chance. You didn't do it yourself."
The anger in Gao Luyuan's eyes was about to burn.
Cen Simiao turned around to leave.
Just turned around and heard.
"——Hua La" The huge voice was especially clear in the cafeteria.
Everything on the table was overturned, the food was mixed, and there were broken cups.
Cen Simiao glanced down.
Suddenly the ears exploded, and then the collar around the neck was tightly grasped: "I fucking killed you today."
She suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, and she could not breathe.
Slap in the face is about to fall.
She snorted, picked up the only unbroken water glass on the table, and slammed it at the table.
The sound is particularly loud.
Gao Luyuan's eyes suddenly tightened. The person next to him was watching a good show just now. Now he became nervous and hurriedly stopped. However, Cen Simiao was holding the shards, with slender fingers, shaking before him.
Throw it into his dangling hand.
"If you want to fight, just have something real. Don't do it lightly, you have nothing to do with it."
The shards felt cold to the touch, and the edge on the edge was very sharp. If you were not careful, you made a cut. Gao Luyuan's jaw tightened, and his brows kept jumping, just thinking that his brain was about to explode.
Liu Muyi looked at him in surprise, as if he didn't know Cen Simiao, his heart beating very fast, and slowly moved towards him: "You, stop making trouble, and apologize to him quickly."
Cen Simiao's hand was pulled.
Taking advantage of the situation, he left Gao Luyuan, his neck finally became more comfortable, and he breathed with his mouth open.
He still maintained his posture, his face was gray and his angry lips trembled: "You fucking!"
Gao Luyuan has always been rebellious, and the stricter his family's supervision, the more he will fight against him.
But no one was really serious with him. Most people who knew him followed suit. Even if they were rebellious, they would escape a few lessons, toss their hair, and pierce their ears.
The other is to bully the original owner.
But haven't really moved hands yet, so seem a little embarrassed.
Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows, and Liu Muyi was still persuading her, rather than scolding her. Every sentence sounds like they are speaking for Gao Luyuan.
She lowered her eyelashes, turned her head and said, "I know you are doing me good, but if you continue to be so cowardly, you will still be bullied."
Liu Muyi paused.
Cen Simiao started to get excited: "At the beginning, you persuaded me to confess to him, which gave me courage, but who knows that in exchange for that sentence. After that, you will comfort me, otherwise I, I really don’t know How can I survive."
Tears began to light up in his eyes, and he choked gently.
Liu Muyi was dumbfounded, and even more anxious that she said everything. People would definitely misunderstand that she was with Cen Simiao.
Cen Simiao turned around abruptly before opening her mouth dry.
Gao Luyuan was still standing on the spot, his eyes cold, and the fragments in his hands: "You are not afraid that I will toss you in the future? In this school, you are the most disgusting, just like a dog, begging Xu's family to give you food. "
The eyebrows flooded with sarcasm, with a smile: "You wanted to rely on me some time ago, what the hell are you thinking of beautiful things in your mind?"
Cen Simiao picked up a fragment directly.
Walk towards him.
He conditioned to hide behind him, but the fragments had already reached his throat.
After Gao Luyuan reacted, he was anxious and waved the fragments in his hand, but he heard: "You are so fucking verbose. If you don't like it, you will fight, scold and scold you for nothing."
"Can you make me take a few breaths?"
The mockery between Cen Simiao's eyebrows was vivid.
His mind suddenly heated up, and the fragments were about to pass away. Cen Simiao didn't avoid it, staring at him: "You move me today and try."
Gao Luyuan's red hair is particularly eye-catching.
Her eyes were sharp: "If you hurt me today, be careful when you walk in the future. I'm not afraid to wear shoes with my bare feet. It's no pity where I hurt. But if you hurt..."
Speaking of this, the corner of her mouth twitched: "You said, will your father treat you with all his heart, or will you have another one?"
Gao Luyuan's expression changed instantly.
The cruel expression in her eyes shook, Cen Simiao's eyes bend, and he whispered softly, "Good." After stepping back a few steps, he threw the debris in his hand, and suddenly made a crisp sound.
Turned and left.
I did not forget to hold Liu Muyi and said sincerely: "If anyone bullies you in the future, come and tell me that we will always be good friends."
Liu Muyi reflexively broke away.
Cen Simiao's face was puzzled.
Suddenly heard anxiously vented out: "Fuck!"
Turned his head to look.
Gao Luyuan's face was ugly, and he gritted his teeth and cursed.
For the past few days, the school has been calm. Cen Simiao got up early every day, got up from the bed, and followed the schedule of the original owner.
Sister Li didn't dare to neglect her anymore, and even cooked and eaten every morning, and changed her style. Unlike before, the original owner could only eat a sandwich.
It's just a pity that never saw Xu Zhiheng again.
Cen Simiao got up and went to the restaurant, still holding her hair in her hands, but she accidentally spread out just now and slowed down. was about to pass the door of the living room, but heard something talking inside.
Stopped.
A man was wearing a suit, a little shaky, his glasses framed on the bridge of his nose, he was very serious, and his expression was a little weird at the moment: "This time the cooperation with Mengyuan Company almost broke down. I have criticized them and fired those few. Incompetent employees."
"Because of what I have given to the company for so many years, please keep me."
Xu Zhiheng touched his watch, carelessly, raised his eyes to look at him, with a leisurely eyebrow: "Yes, you are an old man in the company."
The man laughed quickly.
He seemed unintentionally: "Experienced and experienced everything, but why did he neglect this time?" His eyes became sharp.
The leisure of the talents just disappeared, his chin lifted slightly and his expression was cold, and people couldn't help but bow their heads: "There are many capable people in the company. If you feel that staying in the company consumes time, you can leave immediately. The company will not leave you. how about it."
The man's face was ugly and panicked.
Xu Zhiheng stood up, tied his shirt sleeves, and walked a few steps outside, looking at the scenery at the door: "What I want is something that can make money for me, not a waste."
The people behind him nodded, his expression was cold, he was about to go out, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of the corner of his clothes at the door.
Walking over, the coldness in his eyes dissipated, but his brows wrinkled.
Cen Simiao instantly revealed embarrassment on her face and was extremely nervous, and quickly lowered her head, frail mosquitoes: "Sir."
In the restaurant, two people have breakfast face to face.
Cen Simiao kept her head down and said nothing, looking at the dinner plate, stuffing her mouth. Xu Zhiheng didn't care about it at first, but he didn't hear a sound. He felt weird, so he raised his eyes and took a look.
She was tight, and she was cautious when holding the cup for fear of making a noise.
He stared for a while.
Cen Simiao suddenly raised her head and was shocked, just like a little rabbit.
Xu Zhiheng's expression moved between his eyebrows, and his voice seemed gentle: "Are you afraid of me?"
She lowered her head without saying a word.
Xu Zhiheng looked back and continued to eat breakfast. After a while, he suddenly heard: "I'm afraid you don't want me again."
The action of lifting the milk cup stopped.
Cen Simiao's eyes glowed with water, and she looked aggrieved.
Raiders Xu Zhiheng, time is really too bad. Sometimes don't see it once in half a month. Even if see it, just pick the starting point. After a few days, can't strike while the iron is hot, and the spark will disappear again.
In the middle of the night, Cen Simiao turned over the phone from the room. She thought that the original owner didn't have it, so she turned it on and walked into the yard. Hiding in a corner with clothes on, Xu Zhiheng's time to go home is uncertain, she wants to wait here.
In case you can see it.
It was very cold at night, and Cen Simiao wore a coat without buttons, just wore it open, shivering with cold.
Looking through the social software, the original owner has few friends, except for Liu Muyi, there is nothing pretty.
drop out.
But accidentally presses the text message.
She returned indifferently, but suddenly froze, frowned and nodded.
Cen Simiao frowned, a little confused, could it be that the original owner liked someone else? There is no contact name, just a string of numbers.
Is it because the original owner's desperate suicide was not just because he was too withdrawn, no one cared, and was mocked?
Cen Simiao looked attentively.
Suddenly hearing the sound of footsteps, was shocked and locked the screen subconsciously.
Standing in the moonlight, Xu Zhiheng was not wearing a jacket. Two buttons on the collar of his shirt were unbuttoned. His tie was loose, his apple was rolling, his figure was strong, and his face was red and a little drunk.
His eyes were deep, but there was a slight dizzy: "What are you doing here, why don't you go to sleep?"
The voice is not as cold as before, a bit hoarse and sexy.
Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, and a concerned but cowardly expression appeared on her face: "Are you drunk?"
He tilted his head and looked at Cen Simiao. The moonlight fell on him, making him even more cold, and suddenly he chuckled.
Without speaking, he turned and walked into the room, his steps were a little vacant, suddenly his arms heaved and he turned his head.
Cen Simiao is supporting him.
Xu Zhiheng didn't break away, just watching her like this for a while, Cen Simiao was not in a hurry. He was really drunk, otherwise he wouldn't be like this.
Did not help him to the room, just lay down on the sofa.
Xu Zhiheng's face was red, his alcohol was strong, and the coldness between his brows was slightly reduced, and he was a little gentle in the dim light. With closed eyes, just feel light and light.
The face became hot and wiped very gently.
Opening his eyes, Cen Simiao knelt on the ground, holding a towel in his hand, wiping his face earnestly, the floor lamp behind him was on, and her shadow was shining on the wall.
There was innocence between the eyebrows, and the expression was extremely gentle.
As if he is the whole world, he is very dependent.
Xu Zhiheng was stunned, raised his head, stretched out his hand to pull at the neckline, his Adam's apple rolled.
After all, she was drunk, her mind was dizzy, and Cen Simiao's movements were particularly gentle, and she gradually fell asleep.
The next day, it was just getting bright, the cold outside was particularly heavy, and the room was a bit cold. Xu Zhiheng opened his eyes, was confused for a moment, and then became clear.
The headache is terrible.
Seeing that he was in the living room, he frowned. Thinking back to last night, Cen Simiao's expression of seriousness and reliance suddenly appeared in his mind, and his brow jumped.
Suddenly feeling warm in his arms, he lowered his head and covered his school uniform jacket.
Cen Simiao was falling asleep next to his arm, breathing just on it, wearing only a thin piece of clothing.
The expression was the same as last night, and the dependence was somewhat incomprehensible.
His lips moved suddenly, and he murmured unconsciously: "Sir."
There is a strand of broken hair scattered between his forehead, his eyebrows are drooping, his fingers are slender, his nails are cut to the right oval, pin it behind his ears.
Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, and she happened to open her eyes.