The big guy's white moonlight is soft and sweet

Chapter 100 His Childhood
The young man stared straight at Shen Ting's slightly raised chest.

In front of me is the girl's soft figure, her soft lines are wrapped in clothes.

The 17-year-old Shen Ting was as young as a budding peach blossom.But it has already made people look up and stop.

His mind was too distracted, and his Adam's apple moved.

Sensing the obsessive gaze, Shen Ting was ashamed and angry, and thousands of words that scolded him ran across his mind.

But Shen Ting's education did not fall into the scope of cursing.Therefore, the only thing she can say is a very pitiful sentence: "You are still a student, it is wrong to think...it is wrong to think about that kind of thing."

Jiang Ye was about to die of laughter from Shen Ting, his chest trembled slightly.

Shen Ting didn't know what he was laughing at, or did he say something wrong?She blushed even more anxiously.

In this room, the sound of firecrackers outside could be heard faintly.

Shen Ting was very ashamed, obviously Jiang Ye just wanted to...

This time, Shen Ting didn't even look at him, and turned around and ran away.She doesn't want to talk to him anymore!Why is he so perverted!
But as soon as she ran out of the door, the boy behind grabbed her hand.

Shen Ting was so anxious that she was about to cry.

"Why are you so bad! You're still so perverted!"

Jiang Ye's heart ached when she saw it, and gently wiped her tears with his fingertips.He said in a hoarse voice, "Don't cry. Don't you want to go home? It's raining so hard outside, I'm afraid I'll get you in the rain. I was wrong, okay?"

Shen Ting pushed away his fingers and looked outside.

Even though the sun was still shining in broad daylight, who would have thought that it would rain suddenly, the kind of heavy rain accompanied by thunder and lightning.

Shen Ting couldn't have brought an umbrella.

But she didn't want to ask Jiang Ye to send her back.

She wiped the corners of her red eyes, because she cried so much, the corners of her eyes seemed to be dotted with peach blossom tips, which was very attractive.

Shen heard, "Give me the umbrella, and I will go back by myself."

She didn't move, just waiting for Jiang Ye to give him the umbrella, but she was very stubborn at this time.It seems that I really don't want to have anything to do with Jiang Ye in this life.

But Shen Ting, does she know if he gave her the umbrella.

She will still come to him in the future to return the umbrella.Good student, you are really not very smart at this time.

The young man smiled when he heard the words, and his clear voice was full of magnetism, suppressing his smile, "Ting Shen, you have to pay back if you borrowed it. Don't let me be with you. You make me even more suspicious that you want to see me and like me. "

What a narcissist.

Shen Ting was speechless.

The sound of rain dripping outside the window, the lively sound of the front hall passing through the courtyard, but here is just silence.

Jiang Ye was holding a large bunch of sunflowers, and the boy had no expression on his face.

Walking to the back door, Shen Ting couldn't help asking, "Jiang Ye, why don't you play with them?" Why do you keep bullying me?
She was already careful, and she was wondering, so she used some energy to find Jiang Ye looking at the cemetery in the distance.

His eyes were a little cold, but also a little dim with a cold light.

It was raining heavily that day, and the air outside was humid and smelly, but this boy who used to be irritable was more restrained.

Shen Ting knew that Jiang Ye was different from them, a child who didn't fit in like Jiang Ye basically didn't have a childhood.

She didn't understand the Jiang family's situation, and she didn't want to know about Jiang Ye's affairs.

But when she saw this bunch of sunflowers, she still couldn't help asking.

The boy was originally handsome, but his brows and eyes were sharp, and he was too ruthless, as if he wanted to hit someone.

He suddenly said, "Shen Ting, today is my mother's death day."

His past childhood, under the unhappy marriage of these two people, was sad and ferocious, like a hand clenched in his heart, which made him extremely hateful.

He hated Mr. Jiang, so why didn't he hate his mother.

　His childhood, my childhood, seems to be different.

　　The Divine Comedy loops in my head.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)