I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

His hands were placed on her hair, and his fingers were gently squeezed together. His index finger and thumb pulled the leather rope and pulled all her hair in.

The lines between his words seemed to be random, but in fact he thought about it countless times, and every word seemed to be carefully calculated by him.

He is as unpredictable as he is, and he is extremely frightened when he thinks carefully.

His dry fingertips gently touched her neck again, causing dense goose bumps on her bottom.

Every hair on Jiang Chacha stood on end.

The alarm bells in her heart kept ringing.

one more time.

It was like the death knell pushing her on the road.

In just a few seconds, her pupils shrank again and again, and her heart was beating so fast that it was difficult to breathe.

This is a sign of high nervous tension in the brain.

No matter what Jiang Chacha thinks with her 1400-gram brain, she never thought that Wen Huaizhi would test her false identity as a college student, and...

Still scheming and flawless to plot against her and trick her into falling into the trap.

Knowing that she was hungry all afternoon, she deliberately waited for her to go out to eat when she was very hungry in the evening, so she definitely would not refuse him.

Then he asked the driver to drive to a food street near Qingnan University, took her to this noodle restaurant, and then tested her with a smile. This clever method made her shudder.

If she hadn't reviewed it, she really wouldn't have seen that all of these were his schemes.

Seeing her delay in answering, Wen Huaizhi's eyes fell on her soft white neck. When she lowered her head and lowered her eyes, it could bring out the beauty of the curve of her neck and shoulders, making him have a desire to conquer. And the protective desire that can't help but want to pity.

His slender fingers wrapped the rubber band around again silently.

His tone was like a cloud, faintly lingering above her head.

"teacher?"

Wen Huaizhi narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.

His fingers gently helped her straighten her hair before leaving.

Now, how to explain his good teacher.

I saw the woman in front of me lowered her eyebrows and remained silent for several seconds.

Then, in the next second, she suddenly raised her hand and patted herself on the head exaggeratedly, "Oh! Look at my memory."

"I also said how this street is so familiar." She smiled helplessly, pressed the center of her brows with her hands, and rubbed them, "It really makes people hungry and stupid."

She turned her head again, and smiled at him, "Xiao Huai, I'm sorry, the teacher didn't eat at noon, and now I'm so hungry that I feel dizzy."

She raised her arm again, and touched the ponytail he tied for herself just now, "I didn't expect Xiao Huai's hands to be quite clever."

Wen Huaizhi's eyes were still slightly closed, staring at her thoughtfully.

"Sit down and eat. After eating, I'll take you to our milk tea shop. It's delicious. It's been open for many years. The teacher invites you to drink milk tea." She said with a smile alone.

Wen Huaizhi lowered his eyes, and took another look at her.

Before leaving, he put his hand lightly on her shoulder, pressed it lightly, and slightly hooked his thin lips.

"it is good."

He returned to his seat.

Jiang Chacha lowered her head, because he patted her shoulder lightly just now, with an inexplicable taste, which made her wonder what he meant.

As a result, she lost her appetite, and when she saw the noodles mixed with shrimps in the bowl, she felt a little nauseous.

She had no choice but to bite each one with her teeth absent-mindedly, and then swallowed dullly.

She thought about it, then secretly raised her eyes to see what he was doing now.

Just this one glance made her heart skip a beat, as if a huge and heavy stone had sunk in her heart.

I saw that Wen Huaizhi didn't move his chopsticks, and he didn't even touch the noodles in the bowl, but held his chin gracefully, the edges of the gold-rimmed glasses were dotted with thin flashes of light, and the eyes under the glasses were using a A smiling, gentle gaze looked at her.

He didn't move his chopsticks, but sat in front of her, staring at her for an unknown how long...

The sense of danger that was terribly thoughtful came up again.

Jiang Chacha retracted her eyes in a panic, and lowered her eyes. Under his long gaze, she pretended to calmly swallow a mouthful of noodles, chewing slowly in her mouth.

She no longer dared to look up at him.