She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 47 Someone wiped her gently
He sent her back to let her recover. If she wanted to leave for some reason, he wouldn't stop her.

He fulfills his responsibilities as a fiancé, but he also abides by his limits and does not overstep his bounds. He is the most rational partner in the contract.

The car was parked downstairs, and Zuo Yi stood beside it, waiting for her.

Shen Manzhi chuckled and accepted the kindness.

In the shallow water of the Bund, she got off the road to thank her, found a rock, took off her coat, and used it as a cushion to sit on.

The warm sun in winter was strong and the salty sea breeze dispelled the haze that enveloped her little by little. She took out the cigarette from the side pocket of her coat and lit it with trembling hands.

The cold bitterness spread, and she only took a brief taste.

The nightmare didn't end there.

The body collided with the corner of the iron chair, turning red and turning purple. The skirt of her clothes was pulled open, revealing her delicate and milky white skin, the pampered beauty of a rich girl.

The boy's eyes were shining, which made people sick and embarrassed. "Why don't you be happy with me? If you follow me in the future, no one will dare to isolate you..."

He took out the tape he had prepared and wrapped it around the girl's mouth.

The hand that was pressed behind her was painful and dirty, and she touched the sharp point behind the waistband of her pants.

"boom!"

She paused.

The classroom door opened again, and the girl who had just run away rushed in and hit the boy hard with a broom. After the sound of sprinting, two tall sports students appeared at the door and quickly held down the boy who was about to run.

The girl cried and came forward to help her tidy up her clothes, "I'm sorry, I made you feel wronged, I'm sorry..."

Afterwards, the girl reported the situation to the teacher and reported the case against the boy. The two were boyfriend and girlfriend, but due to a quarrel and disagreement, he used violence to force her to surrender.

The school tried to dissuade her from suppressing the matter, but she refused to let her go and went to court.

The girl acted bravely and became a witness.

Boys who are over [-] years old are criminally responsible.

"Why don't you call someone first?"

The girl was in her third year of high school and could be considered her senior, and she gently applied medicine to her.

She said little and endured the pain, "It's too late."

The senior sister is powerless, but at least she has something to fight against.

The ruined teaching building was far away from where there were people. The girl ran as fast as she could before she met the sports students who were training after school. The girl held on for five minutes despite the huge disparity in body size between men and women.

She felt very guilty.

The senior sister took her hand and said, "Don't be impulsive in the future. Protect yourself first...and don't think about fighting against the scum."

When she rushed in, she saw the girl's hand behind her back trying to take out something.

It looks like a knife.

The girl lowered her head and remained silent.

The senior sister rubbed her soft hair and said, "I'm going to transfer to another school. Thank you very much."

In the [-]-day college entrance examination, transferring to another school in the third year of high school is obviously a disadvantage.

"Is it because of their gossip?"

Things spread easily, and young boys and girls like to stimulate and make bad remarks.

The senior shook her head gently, "I care more about myself than those things that hurt people's appearance. Fortunately, I didn't let the scum succeed."

On the day when my senior sister left school, I gave her a bouquet of bright red roses. It was like looking at my own sister with tears in my eyes.

This school girl suffered verbal violence on campus and was isolated by a prominent figure in the school. She had no friends and was alone everywhere.

Just his pretty face and family background are impressive.

"Shen Manzhi, I know you, the arrogant and brave little princess, you must live a clean and beautiful life without compromising."

The smoke was blown away by the sea breeze, and the fruity lady's cigarette had a somewhat bitter and unpleasant taste.

Shen Manzhi lowered her eyes and let the sparks burn, extending to her fingertips. She retracted her index finger and put out the cigarette.

After the boy was released from prison, she came back from the capital. At that time, she was not strong enough, so they met on the road and both sides suffered losses.Unable to stand up to his gangster friends, they provoked the police during a group fight.

The crowd dispersed in a hurry, and when I looked for him afterwards, he was nowhere to be found.

Then, we met at the boxing gym a few days ago.

He has changed his name to Jackson and proudly shows off his achievements.

It takes no effort to get it.

She had so many dirty things on her hands that it didn't matter anymore.

But someone actually wanted to wipe it gently for her.

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Mingguan.

The next scene was Jiang Yue's turn. Pei Ying searched for him for a long time before finally finding him in the small attic on the second floor.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I saw someone sitting on the ground, reading a book with half-closed eyes in the light coming from the small attic window.

Perhaps she was a little anxious, and her movement when she stepped in was a bit loud. Before she could say anything, Jiang Yue frowned at her and put his finger to his lips to signal her to be silent.

Only then did Pei Ying notice that there was a person lying on the dark sofa behind him. The light was too dim, but at least she could tell it was a woman.

She stared blankly at Jiang Yue's stern expression, feeling a little at a loss for a moment. Then she raised her finger and pointed to her wrist, indicating the time for him, and left softly.

Although Jiang Yue has always been cold, his mood never fluctuates greatly. She has never seen such a sharp look in his eyes.

Just... so that she wouldn't wake up the sleeping woman behind him.

There will be no one else except Shen Manzhi.

After Pei Ying left, the attic returned to silence. No, it should have been quiet all the time.

The woman's breathing was long and steady. The boy lowered his head and read a book without even making a sound of turning the book.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Yue put down his book and turned sideways to look at the person on the sofa.

He came to take over the shift in the evening and was changing clothes backstage. A Fei told him in his ear that Sister Zhi came over in the afternoon and stayed in the attic all night. She seemed to be in a bad mood.

They usually don't go up to the small attic because Shen Manzhi occasionally rests here.

In a dark small room, a woman was lying on the sofa. Her satin-like black hair was messy, covering her little face buried in her arms, spreading along her shoulders and neck, in the hollow of her waist, and scattered around the edges.

She has a strong sense of personal space and is full of secrets. This is the first time I have seen her so defenseless.

It's like...like what?

Like a kitten curling up to lick its wounds, it is endearing.

He leaned in, one hand on the ground, and the other hand close to the side of her face and tracing it in the air. The shadows overlapped on the backrest of the sofa, seeming lonely but ambiguous.

The attic space is actually not big, and the wisps of lights from the backstreet square just squeeze in, making the room dim and dim, and the whole room is charming.

Jiang Yue looked at it for a long time, finally retracted his hand, stood up and walked out, gently closing the attic door.

The person on the sofa raised his eyelids slightly and his eyes were clear.

After estimating the duration of a song, Shen Manzhi sat up and put a small piece of gauze on the wound on his forehead. The bangs on both sides could cover it, and the movement was so small that it was not noticeable.

She went downstairs and found a corner, snuggled up on the sofa and listened to music, feeling lazy and comfortable.

The graceful and soft Xiangjiang intonation and babbling drama reached her ears, with a hint of regret that things have changed after a heavy rain, which was both sentimental and affectionate.

She never makes up the rules. They sing what they like and are good at. They don't have to deliberately cater to the guests. They just have to respect each other appropriately.

Pei Ying liked this song deeply.

Ah Fei brought a box of Guilanfang snacks, with a rare smile on his face, "I bought it specially, don't waste it, it's my half day's salary."

After saying that, he ran backstage to prepare for the next show.

Shen Manzhi held his forehead with one hand, a slight smile on his lips.

(End of this chapter)