Conquering the cold male god by selling cute

Chapter 215 So Someone Is Protecting You

cat and mouse?

Local tycoon?

Eh?Isn't that her?
So she has already started to become famous?
It's rare, they sometimes say that Tang Miaomiao is interested in gossip.

Calmly, Tang Miaomiao pricked up his ears to listen secretly.

However, before hearing a few words, there was movement outside the classroom, and she shouted her name loudly mixed with anger, "Tang Miaomiao! Come out!"

This voice, isn't it——

"Qingming, why are you here?"

Gu Qingming's face was gloomy, he didn't even bother to say hello to his classmates, and came directly to Tang Miaomiao.

Tang Miaomiao raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile.

Gu Qingming faltered with anger, "Tang Miaomiao, what did you do last night!"

Tang Miaomiao smiled, "I didn't do anything? Should I do something?"

The conscience of heaven and earth, the little cat really doesn't know anything.

Last night, she just let Wang Heng deal with it, to teach them a lesson, how to give it... She is very relieved of the younger brother!
The girl's youthful and bright smile was in her eyes, and the elf's eccentric expression without any guilty conscience made Gu Qingming feel uncertain again.

He clenched his fists and asked coldly, "Where did you go last night?"

"I went home last night, otherwise where else could I go."

"Lie, you obviously..."

"How am I?"

Tang Miaomiao answered the words unhurriedly, and suddenly, Gu Qingming suddenly understood that it was the girl in front of him who was not blushing and not panting, and immediately, veins burst out on her face.

"Tang Miaomiao, it really is you!"

He roared furiously, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped Tang Miaomiao in the face fiercely.

"Gu Qingming!"

While everyone was amazed and stunned, Ming Xuanyang suddenly rushed over from the door, bent his elbows and slammed Gu Qingming away who had almost injured Tang Miaomiao.

No one has ever seen Ming Xuanyang being so agitated and angry.

Gu Qingming knocked over several tables and chairs and fell to the ground, Ming Xuanyang didn't show mercy, he fell so badly that he lost his mind.

After a while, he stood up staggeringly, glaring at Tang Miaomiao with a calm face, and then at the handsome and stern Ming Xuanyang standing beside her with one hand in his pocket, he felt extremely glaring.

After wiping off the blood oozing from his mouth, Gu Qingming got up, his eyes were as fierce as a wolf's and a tiger's.

"Okay, Tang Miaomiao, it turns out that someone is protecting you, so you dare to play tricks on me."

"Wait, you wait for me, I will never let this matter go!"

Gu Qingming dared to attack Tang Miaomiao, but he didn't dare to confront Ming Xuanyang head-on, no matter how angry he was, he had no choice but to give up!
However, he would never let Tang Miaomiao have such an easy life.

Before leaving, he looked deeply at Tang Miaomiao with particularly eerie eyes, which made him unwilling to leave.

After Gu Qingming left, the classroom became quiet.

No one expected such a thing to happen suddenly, and everyone was shocked.

Everyone was curious and looked at Tang Miaomiao full of gossip, but Ming Xuanyang glanced over coldly, no one dared to look more, for fear of offending Ming Xuanyang.

Pulling out the chair, Ming Xuan put down his schoolbag, and looked at Tang Miaomiao with indifferent eyes.

Tang Miaomiao still had a fearless smile after being almost beaten up just now.

"Thank you again this time."

"How did you provoke Gu Qingming?"

"I don't know, I didn't do anything." She blinked and spread her hands, showing my innocent helplessness.

But looking at Gu Qingming's performance, she was also a little curious about how Wang Heng managed to deal with them.

Ming Xuan pursed his lips and sat down. After a while, he couldn't help but said, "Gu Qingming's visitor is not kind, he won't just let it go, you...be careful, and you can tell me if you need it."

Such indifferent words made Tang Miaomiao suddenly look seriously at Ming Xuanyang.

　I came back late from overtime, and Calvin wrote slowly, so I could only write the old text first and continue to read in the early morning
　　
　
(End of this chapter)