The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 288 Her grievance
With hot eyes, Feng Qingcheng quickly lowered her head.

She is not a crybaby, she cannot be cowardly.

But thinking of the humiliation and fear experienced during this period of time, I couldn't help being hypocritical.

Swallowing the bitterness in her mouth, her voice was hoarse and dull.

"You finally came."

Just five words, revealing infinite grievances.

Situ Qing listened deeply to her voice, and immediately felt something was wrong with her tone.

The man's big hands cupped her face.

Looking at the crystal clearness in her eyes that had been holding back but was about to flow out, her heart was filled with anger.

A pair of star eyes, like the sky in the middle of the night, can attract everything into it.

"Tell me, who bullied you?"

The voice that seemed to be deliberately destroyed, the purple jade mask on his face, and the tears that could not be held back when he saw him.

He is not blind, how could he not see what even a fool can see.

Feng Qingcheng bit her lower lip hard twice, turned her body sideways, but kept her face away from him.

"I'm... all right."

Pretending to be strong, pretending to be calm.

The slightly trembling shoulders completely betrayed her emotions.

Situ Qingshen hugged her forcibly, without saying a word.

He was thinking, waiting for her to tell the truth.

The apprentice he raised, taught, and got along with for three years, how could he not know her character.

He could vaguely guess what was hidden behind the straight back.

His Qingcheng loves to hide his grievances in his stomach.

"Situ Qingshen..."

The long tail and strong nasal sound are a bit coquettish.

Situ Qing gave a low "hmm".

"Situ Qingshen."

Without the ending, her voice became much duller, but it concealed a bit of hoarseness.

The man hugged her even tighter, and his voice was low: "I'll listen when you want to talk."

Feng Qingcheng broke free from his embrace lightly, and stared at him blankly.

Situ Qing watched deeply as the girl stretched out her hands and slowly removed the purple jade mask from her face.

One white and one flower.

The half of the cheek that had been masked before was covered with dense and ugly scars.

Like being burned by fire.

Situ Qing's deep eyes are changing rapidly, and his black pupils are like a deep ancient well, the bottom of which cannot be seen at a glance.

He took a step forward and slowly unbuttoned the girl.

The skin below the neck was severely burned.

The wound has scabbed over, but the traces of skin and flesh can still be seen.

Situ Qing laughed back from deep anger, and slapped the jade table heavily with his big palm.

With a "boom", the jade table showed signs of cracking.

In his eyes, there was no disgust, no disgust.

Instead, he was full of anger and distress.

Feng Qingcheng felt that she seemed to be held in the palm of someone's hand, enjoying the kind of treatment of "holding it in the mouth for fear of melting, holding it in the hand for fear of falling".

The peach blossom eyes stared at the man's star pupils.

Between the four eyes, there is endless affection.

She took the initiative to grab Situ Qingshen's big hand and checked repeatedly to see if she was injured.

Feng Qingcheng looked very serious.

Situ Qing looked at her deeply, and pursed his red lips slightly.

He took her in his arms again.

This is the person he puts on top of his heart, and he was hurt so much when he was away.

In the past, although she was a little colder, she was at least intact.

What now?
Like a wounded animal, it carefully hides and licks its wounds.

What happened to his Qingcheng during the time when he was not by her side?
(End of this chapter)