Throwing Down Honey Peach: The President's Favorite

Dare to talk back? " Li Jueyin looked at her in annoyance, his desire faded away, only indifference and killing remained in his eyes. /

"I only count to three...one!" He had a low voice, and the poisonous numbers seemed to pop out from between his teeth.

With tears in his eyes, Du Ling immediately ran to pick up his clothes in embarrassment...

"two!"

Dressing in a hurry, tears trickled down from his eyes.

When Li Jue Yin counted for the third time, Du Ling had already closed the door and disappeared into the house.

She squatted at the door in grief, covered her mouth with her hands, and cried bitterly...

This man has no heart at all, he is cold-blooded and ruthless like a devil, how could she give her heart to him in such a professional game?

However, she has completely lost...

She hid in the corner of the door, and saw Li Jueyin who had arranged his clothes, came out quickly, and drove away...

She hugged her knees, staggered up, and walked towards her home foolishly.

Mo Yiyi, who messed up the talk show on the TV station, wandered around the street sadly alone.

She really hates herself now, how could she mess up such a good opportunity.

I hated myself in my heart, my nose was sore, and tears flowed out again.

Mo Yiyi turned her head to look at the surrounding environment, "Why did I come to the school... and even to the roof of the teaching building..."

She squatted on the ground, curled up in the corner of the roof, hugged her legs with her hands, buried her head between her legs, and continued to cry sadly.

Why is she so stupid!He messed up such a good opportunity and offended the host...

"I really hate it, I hate myself so much... Woooooooo... Mo Yiyi, you idiot... Idiot..." Mo Yiyi suddenly yelled loudly.

This is the advantage of the rooftop, no matter how inconspicuous the venting is, it will not be seen by others.

At the top of the stairs, a handsome man with a handsome angel was looking at Mo Yiyi from a distance with a warm smile on his face.

Dotingly murmured, "It really hasn't changed in ten years, it's still the same... When I'm in a bad mood, I'll run to the roof of the teaching building and yell."

He approached Mo Yiyi gently, and squatted beside her.

He took out his handkerchief and handed it to Mo Yiyi, "Why are you crying here?"

Mo Yiyi raised her head aggrieved, and looked at the man squatting in front of her with big teary eyes.

"Yu... how do you know I'm here?" As she spoke, she touched her tears with her hands, crying miserably.

With tears in her eyes, she looked at Nangong Yu, "Why? Why? Why did they bully me...I didn't do anything at all, I didn't seduce anyone? Why did they besiege me?"

As Mo Yiyi spoke, she wept even harder, "I worked so hard... Even if I was insulted and beaten by them, I never gave up my efforts... I know I am a newcomer, and I have gained so much

How difficult it is to have a good opportunity, so I want to work hard to do well.But, now I don't have that chance anymore... woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

... "

Nangong Yu raised Mo Yiyi's cheeks, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, and comforted, "Don't cry...you're so ugly..."

Mo Yiyi ignored his comfort and cried even harder,