surrender to her

Chapter 22 Always follow, never interfere with each other

and also.

Stop smiling at him.

Don't say you like him anymore.

His temper is not good at all, he is violent and depressed, but in order not to cause trouble, he can bear anything, even if he does not hesitate to hurt himself and warn his reason with pain.

But not for her, even if he nailed him to the fire, soaked him in cold water, and tortured all the wounds on his body, he would still... want her very much.

He Liangchi was afraid of losing control, afraid that she would come to provoke him if she didn't like him, afraid that he wouldn't be able to resist and sink in without scruple, but one day she got tired of it and pushed him away with the same smile.

He couldn't take it.

At that time, she won't be able to escape, and he won't let it go, he will tie her and tie her by his side, so he can't guarantee that he won't do anything.

If you can't hurt her, don't start, staying away from her is protection.

There is more than just distance between them.

She is a butterfly with fluttering wings, and a pure white snowflake.

And he is an unacceptable demon in the world.

He Liangchi returned the bag to her, "Don't follow me."
"Your school uniform..."

Meng Cheng stepped forward to hold him, then quickly let go, his voice became cautious: "How about I take it back and wash it for you..."

"no need."

Before she could finish speaking, He Liangchi grabbed the school uniform jacket from her arm, and left without looking at her again.

The colorful sunset just bloomed just now, and before anyone could appreciate it, the curtain call and the stage left, and the sky suddenly fell to the dimness before night.

Meng Cheng's thoughts were a little confused, but his footsteps still followed his back unconsciously.

The trailing duo had just bought oden and ice cream from the convenience store, and seeing that something was wrong, they ran to Meng Cheng's side.

Gao Wenbo handed her the vanilla-flavored ice cream he bought for her. Meng Cheng was not in the mood, shook his head sadly, and threw the milk tea to him.

I don't even want vanilla flavored ice cream, it must be to the extent that I was beaten to the point of bleeding on the iron wall of Classmate He.

"You think in a good direction." Gao Wenbo bit the crispy tube, "Where is the monk who eats fast and recites Buddha all the year round so easily breaks the precept? So many female fairies in Journey to the West failed to win Tang Monk, what we have to do is What? What we have to do is persist, what we have to fight is a protracted war.”

Meng Cheng: "..."

"Ham, I think it's so difficult to be a friend of classmate He, and it must be even more difficult for you to be his girlfriend." Xiang Zhao, a kid who still lives in the childhood world of Ultraman fighting monsters, thinks very simply: " It's okay, Sister Cheng, the handsome guys chasing you have traveled around the world from here to the Arctic Ocean, at worst, let's change our favorite."

Gao Wenbo gave him an idiotic look: "Idiot, if you can choose to like it, sister Cheng probably won't be so uncomfortable now."

Meng Cheng didn't know if he had listened to the comforting words. He followed He Liangchi's footsteps and walked across the street corner. After thinking for a while, he suddenly asked, "Sunflower, why do you want to be friends with him?"

Xiang Zhao thought for a second, "Others stay away from him and don't be friends with him. Young master, I'm going to do the opposite. That's rebellion, just playing."

Gao Wenbo: "..."

"But I'm different."

She was very serious, Gao Wenbo and Xiang Zhao glanced at each other, and gradually fell silent.

"I like him. It has nothing to do with others. It is not affected by any external factors. It is not just because he is good-looking. It is a kind of feeling that cannot be explained clearly."

He Liangchi turned into the alley, Meng Cheng stopped, but didn't look away, "As long as he enters my eyes, I can only, and only want to see him."

His cold and gloomy eyes flashed in his mind.

Why do you want to do this.

Why are you so decisive.

He Liangchi, you clearly don't hate me.

……

It was getting dark quickly, and the dome like a movie curtain sank by another third, and the street lamps on the street were turned on on time, like stars, illuminating the way for her to leave.

Behind the stone wall at the entrance of the alley, He Liangchi melted into the hazy darkness, with a weird figure sticking behind him, the young man's eyes were focused on the direction of the long street, it seemed to be tumbling, unable to be separated, unable to get away The dense fog, a piece of depression and withering, but paradoxically burning a cluster of paranoid and sincere light, exuberant and endless.

That's the way to go, isn't it?

One is in the light, the other is in the dark, always following, never interfering with each other.

"Cool late?"

The wheelchair rolled over the loose stone road. He turned his head when he heard the sound, and Aunt Liu, the nurse, pushed Xu Huilan out from the depths of the alley.

Although Aunt Liu has just come to work for two days, she probably always cares eagerly when she sees children who are about the same age as her own: "Is it Xiaochi who is out of school? After dinner, we came out to get some air. Haven't you eaten yet? We have stewed soup at home." , the rice is still hot in the pot for you."

He Liangchi hooked his fingers to the strap to carry the schoolbag, and nodded politely.

Xu Huilan brushed past him from the corner of her eye, and quickly saw the three students who hadn't walked far, "Is it a classmate?"

She smiled gently, "Why don't you invite me to your house?"

Hearing this, the corner of He Liangchi's mouth pulled a light arc of sarcasm, which he couldn't see clearly.

If he knew that Meng Cheng was his younger brother's sweetheart, would he still smile and say the invitation?

——"Liang Chi, remember not to conflict with your younger brother. He was born into a rich family, and he will inevitably be overbearing. You brothers are relatives. You have to let him go, and you must remember..."

What's more, remember, don't mess with anything that belongs to your younger brother, don't worry about it.

He Liangchi lowered his eyes, and after a short period of silence, his eyelids slowly lifted, looked at Xu Huilan and said, "I don't know you."

"It's just passers-by."

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Playing video with Lao Meng at night, Meng Cheng's "I'm not happy" should not be too obvious.

When the video was first connected, there was an English male voice making a report. Meng Zhixing, dressed formally, raised his hand to interrupt, followed by the sound of document sorting and the footsteps of a group of people leaving. A few seconds later, the huge conference room was completely quiet.

It was mid-morning over there, and outside the glass window in the corner of the background was the sky scenery that could only be seen from the tallest building, as blue as washing.

After the father and daughter chatted for a few words, Meng Zhixing could see that she was in Cao Ying and her heart was in Han.

"Hey, I said, if you don't care about Dad, let's just hang up." He pretended to be hurt, and the love in his eyes was about to overflow, and teased: "The girl is not going to stay."

Meng Cheng pouted, "He asked me today why I like him, but I didn't say it."

"It's true that I just met him. No matter what I say, I can't be trusted with him."

Lao Meng squinted his eyes, and his teeth were about to be ground into pieces: "I really want to know which brat is so ignorant."

"He is," Meng Cheng lay on the bed, half of his face was buried in the soft fluffy pillow, he was depressed for a second, but now he bent his eyes and smiled when he thought of him, "It's a very special existence."

Meng Zhixing saw that his daughter had never had such delicate girlish thoughts towards anyone, and suddenly he thought of himself back then, when he was still young and had no relationship history. Talking about the project, I was fortunate to hear Meng Cheng's mother Fu Yunwan's charming and melodious opera voice in the theater, and I caught my heart at a glance, and ran to the backstage to talk to people in a fever, stuttering like a young boy.

That's right, it's like this when you like someone. Even if you say something that makes you sad, you can't help being happy when you think of him.

(End of this chapter)