I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

They went into the shareholder's house.

The two of them were sitting together on the double sofa, with a servant serving snacks beside them. They were wearing Sheng Ying's student uniforms. They were handsome and beautiful.

Especially Bian Jichen, who spoke decently and was neither humble nor overbearing when talking to middle-aged elders. He looked like a young master who could only be raised by a noble family.

She used to think that he was a very lonely person, but she didn't expect that he was so good at socializing, coping with it with ease, and shining brightly there.

Instead, she kept her head down the entire time.

It's not that she's afraid of society, it's just that she just wants to be quiet now, and doesn't want to say a word.

Bian Jichen's smell still lingers around, bringing back many memories of her and him.

She continued to hold the hem of her skirt tightly, distraught.

After returning home, Jiang Chacha sniffed her hair, and decisively went to the bathroom to take a shower. She even washed her hair twice with shampoo. She took the shower more seriously than usual.

In the middle of the night, she was lying in bed in her pajamas, just wanting to have a good night's sleep.

But when she closed her eyes, she wondered if it was because of her psychology, the smell belonging to Bian Jichen still penetrated into her nasal cavity, whether it was her hair or her clothes, it was stained with the smell of Bian Jichen. the taste of.

Ah ah ah ah ah!
Jiang Chacha turned over.

She is going crazy! !
She buried her head with the pillow, feeling that her face was getting hotter and hotter like fried poached eggs.

So, just like that, Jiang Chacha slowly fell asleep in the bed filled with Bian Jichen's smell.

Because of the awkwardness in her heart, she came to school the next day without sleeping well.

When the classmates saw her haggard face, they felt that she seemed to have been hollowed out last night.

Everyone who saw her came over and asked.

"what happened to you?"

"Did you not sleep well last night?"

Jiang Chacha felt guilty, she smiled dryly, and said she had nothing to do with it.

But how can it be all right?

It's all because of Bian Jichen, the perfume he wears, and the smell on his body!He pestered her all night, causing her to think about the memories with him all night long!
Really frustrated and angry...

What's more, he was helpless, and he couldn't go to Bian Jichen to quarrel with him to vent his anger, so he suffered from being dumb.

What's depressing is that she has started to hate him, and she can't sleep because of his smell, and thinks about the memories of being with him all night long.

So Jiang Chacha became even angrier.

This caused her to have a bad face at school all day.

Even Lin Xiaoxiao, who was most clingy to her, saw it and didn't dare to approach her, for fear of bumping into her muzzle.

"What happened to her?"

Lin Xiaoxiao asked An Liuli who was on the side.

An Liuli glanced at her lightly.

"Eighty percent of you are broken in love."

"Breakdown?!! How did you know?" Lin Xiaoxiao was very surprised, why couldn't she see it?

"Feel."

Jiang Chacha ignored their conversation, and she listened to music with a bluetooth headset plugged into her ears.

Now only listening to music can make my heart less irritable for a while.

Because of what happened yesterday, she became more and more resistant to going to the student union.

Because that man is in the student union.Every time I go, it is impossible not to see him.

Jiang Chacha hates it, why does she want to be the vice president! ! !

Even if she didn't want to, Jiang Chacha went to the student union.

When I opened the door of the president's office, I realized that it was so empty. The gentle man who always sat in the corner had long since disappeared. His desk was cleaner than before, with only a few items left.

Remember what he said not long ago.

Recalling his gentle eyes at that time, Jiang Chacha suddenly squeezed the doorknob tightly.

My heart seems to be a little empty.

Like a piece is missing.