I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 321 He hates others for lying to him the most

His eyes grew darker and darker.

The fingers silently increased their strength and slowly closed.

As if feeling the uncomfortable force on the neck, the sleeping girl frowned.

Wen Huaizhi's emotions were gradually getting out of control.

At this moment, he heard a weak cry.

It seemed that a pair of gentle hands patiently pulled back his little remaining sanity.

Wen Huaizhi lowered his eyes.

He saw the sleeping girl's eyebrows tightly frowned because of anxiety, her butterfly-like eyelashes trembling, and her thin white eyelids fluttering, as if she would wake up soon.

The girl's neck was very slender, as if he could easily break it with just a little force with his fingers.

She still has the fragrance of the teacher's jasmine on her body, and she still wears the elegant white dress that the teacher often wears.

For a moment, he still had hallucinations. His teacher was sitting opposite him as in the past, with slender and soft fingers slightly bent, brushing the hair on the side of his face. look at him.

But the teacher's face turned into the face of the woman he hated the most.

It was like a complete and bright mirror, which was severely shattered, torn apart, lying on the ground, stained with dust, and no one wanted to pick it up.

Wen Huaizhi's eyes were still dark.

But because of her groaning, the slender fingers pinching the snow-white neck silently eased a little.

The last strand of fragrant hair passed between his fingers, and the man gradually loosened his fingers.

Without the restraint around her neck, Jiang Chacha's thin white eyelids only fluttered a few times, her frowning brows gradually loosened, and she didn't wake up in the end, but continued to fall asleep.

Wen Huaizhi glanced at her silently, and finally withdrew his hand.

He took a clean handkerchief, stood there against the light, and wiped his fingers again and again.

His gorgeous face and brows fell into a deathly shadow of prey.

His eyes didn't fluctuate.

Although he did have the urge to pinch her awake and question her coldly to make her life worse than death.

But he figured it out in a short time, but he didn't want to let her go so easily.

Therefore, for the time being, he didn't want her to know what he had discovered so quickly.

Doesn't she like acting?
Then let her dance in front of him for a while longer.

Trick him, nice and fun, huh?
In his life, he hated others to lie to him the most.

He will send her into a hell beyond redemption.

Wen Huaizhi restrained himself, smiled gently, but tightly clenched the wig with his hands.

He finally left the study quietly.

However, he overestimated himself too much.

Knowing her true identity, he couldn't pretend that nothing happened in front of her and continue acting for a while.

He even resisted and hated meeting her.

What he hates most is that he kind of likes the teacher.

And the teacher he liked turned out to be the woman he hated the most.

He actually, would like ginger tea?
Wen Huaizhi's usual composure disappeared completely.

Only by not seeing her can he restrain the violent and out-of-control thoughts in his heart.

If he saw her, he didn't know what he would do.

He didn't want to see her again.

The ideal is full, but the reality is skinny, even if they deliberately avoid it, but they are both in the same school, and they will inevitably meet.

will appear in the same elevator.

Even share the same office.

When Jiang Chacha opened the door, the room was clean and tidy, and there was nothing unusual. The green outside the window was thick, and the man was sitting on the black leather chair as usual, holding a book in his hand, and looking at it calmly.

This doesn't seem to be the same as what Minister Zhang and the others told her, "The president lost his temper today", doesn't it?

Jiang Chacha frowned and observed a few more times.

The office is still the same as usual, nothing has changed.

Are Minister Zhang and the others sure they're not lying to her?
With thoughts in mind, Jiang Chacha gently closed the door with her hands behind her back, and then walked in quietly.

For fear of disturbing him and harming himself.

She walked to her seat, and still gently pulled the chair away.

The chair made a screeching sound as it rubbed against the ground.

A bit loud.

Jiang Chacha subconsciously looked at Wen Huaizhi.

He was holding a book in his hand, his face was as calm and indifferent as Guanyin, and the only sound in the office was the sound of him turning the pages.

(End of this chapter)