This green plum is going to counterattack

Chapter 77 A Love Letter 7
Luo Xiaojiang slowly raised her chin. At this moment, although she is old-fashioned in a blue cloth dress, it doesn't seem to violate the slightest sense of disobedience when worn on her perfect figure with a ratio of 5:8. The curve of her waist is more like a boy's The focus of the eye.

Her long curly black hair slopes like a waterfall, like silk, her face is as beautiful and delicate as crystal, her skin is fair and delicate, her eyes are as pure and clear as water, her long thick eyelashes are slightly curled, and her nose is small Standing erect, the mouth is as red and small as a cherry.

The blue dress and black casual shoes, at this moment, there is not even the slightest dirt, but it gives people a simple and fresh feeling.

Quiet and weird.

Luo Xiaojiang took a light breath, and slowly loosened her tense body, then slightly closed her jaw, looked at everyone peacefully, and accepted everyone's gaze.

And she is as beautiful and dazzling as a diamond, exuding her unique charm.

Xia Nuanxin couldn't help being a little shocked, the smile on her face was pure and beautiful: "So, it's really beautiful..."

Gong Jiuche suddenly grabbed Luo Xiaochan's hand, led her to the middle of the cafeteria, then walked forward and glanced at the students around her, with a hint of haze in the depths of her pupils: "Who dares to say she is ugly? earth?"

He raised his finger to the left: "You?"

The students on the left stepped back one after another, lowered their heads, and remained silent.

Gong Jiuche curled his thin lips, and pointed his finger to the right: "Or you?"

The students on the right also took a few steps back, shaking their heads in silence.

Gong Jiuche's slender fingers moved slowly like a gleaming sword, pointing at An Ziyan and the others. His eyes were deep and deep: "Inferiority? Cowardly? Ugly?"

His long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a dark light flashed across: "Do you think that you guys can compare to her?"

An Ziyan's expression changed drastically, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Gong Jiuche's fingers moved to Gong Jie's body again, and his tone was cold: "Ugly pig woman? In my opinion, you are not even worthy of carrying her shoes!"

Gong Jie was really shocked, his eyes were fixed on Luo Xiaojiang and he couldn't move away, and he felt a little regretful in his heart, and dared not speak out against Gong Jiuche's ridicule.

Luo Xiaojiang raised her jaw even higher. She was inferior, cowardly, and soft-hearted before, and she had never been so noticed by others. She felt that her whole body was much lighter.

Her tightened heart slowly loosened, with some joy from the bottom of her heart.

It turns out that she is not ugly!
Gong Jiuche hooked his lips evilly, and finally his fingers landed on Zhang Qingrou's body. His lips rose slightly, as if disdainful, and slowly sneered: "And you? What's your name? You think you're beautiful?"

Gong Jiuche squinted at her with cold eyes: "In my young master's eyes, you are just a person!" He curled his lips coldly: "People who can't tell the difference between male and female!"

The expression on Zhang Qingrou's face was completely cracked, she was so ashamed that she wished she could find a hole in the ground, and there was a great resentment in her heart.

Jiang Xuan made up the poisonous snake: "If you don't tell me, I didn't notice it. Hey, are you a man or a woman?"

Zhang Qingrou bit her lip and clenched her hands tightly.

Seeing this, An Ziyan stepped forward: "So what if she is beautiful?" She glanced at Luo Xiaochan's attire, and mocked: "She is not from the countryside!"

Luo Xiaojiang's heart tightened, she stepped forward and stared directly at An Ziyan, then she sneered and turned to everyone: "I am indeed from the countryside!"

"See, she admitted it herself."

"That's right, even if you're pretty, you're still a country bumpkin!"

Luo Xiaojiang raised her chin arrogantly, with a strong sense of self-confidence all over her body: "However, my father is a well-known architect in China, and my mother is the director of an agricultural factory."

Everyone was shocked.

Luo Xiaojiang mustered up her courage, a cold light flashed through her clear eyes, and the corners of her lips raised, adding a sense of arrogance: "My family is not rich, nor can it be compared to nobles, but it is not worse than you... "

　PS: Thank you for your rewards. Next, the heroine completely counterattacked. [In the eyes of this author, you are just individuals, people who can distinguish between men and women. 】

　　
　
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