Fairy Cries Only At Night

I'm going to cram school. This can't be abandoned.

Of course, I was angry when the crackdown on Liang Wan ended, but that doesn't mean I can forget what happened before.

I Su Qing is a man of revenge.

Li Yan didn't stop me. After staring at me for a while, he said to send me back.

I looked at the time. It was almost nine o'clock. I started the cram school at nine o'clock. Now it was more than eight o'clock. I had no time to go back, so I asked him to send me directly to the cram school.

"I won't let my parents find their children again." Li Yan said when I got off the bus.

Without turning my head, I paused and went out, "that's the best."

The door closed and I walked quickly into the building.

This training course is a course offered by a training institution. It's all theirs on the 25th floor.

Many people come here to study. For example, they just want a diploma, for example, they want to learn more, and for example, this kind of.

But there are few like me. Most of them are people who have participated in work, have children and husbands, and don't have much energy to study seriously.

Directly asked the teacher at the front desk to borrow the textbook and went directly to the classroom.

As soon as I walked into the classroom, a person waved to me. The handsome outline and the whole body exuded the smell of evil and domineering, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Come here, Su Qing!" seeing that I didn't move, Meng Hanshu got up and walked towards me.

I gave him a white look and walked over.

"Why are you here?" I put down my textbook and looked at him unhappily.

Meng Hanshu put his elbow on the table and looked at me with a proud smile on his face. "I think you're coming."

“……”

I didn't bother to talk to him. I opened my textbook and read.

People who like reading have a strong thirst for knowledge. I think so.

So even if Meng Hanshu's one kilowatt light bulb lights up in front of me, I still don't move and soon immerse myself in the ocean of knowledge.

Click!

I frowned and stared at Meng Hanshu. I saw that he was taking back his mobile phone. It seemed that he had secretly photographed me.

It doesn't matter to take a picture, but it bothers me.

"Can't you be quiet?!"

Meng Hanshu blinked innocently, "I'm very quiet. Look at your book. Oh, the teacher is coming."

As soon as he finished, the bell rang. I gave him a warning look and turned my head.

The remedial classes are two hours in the morning and four hours in the afternoon.

Time passed quickly. The bell rang. I closed my textbook and wanted to take it away. Meng Hanshu took my textbook three times five divided by two, "let's go."

I frowned. "What are you doing?!"

Meng Hanshu raised his eyebrows, took my hand, led me and told me to go out. I was depressed, "Meng Hanshu!"

Meng Hanshu looked around and smiled proudly, "others are looking at us."

I turned around and thought, really, everyone was looking at us.

"Go, what do you want to eat? Let's go to dinner now." Meng Hanshu saw that I was no longer struggling and took me forward.

"I don't want to eat, I want to go back to see min min." I grabbed the book in his hand and walked to the front desk.

Meng Hanshu followed me, put his hands in his pockets and watched me return the book to the teacher. When I took my hands back, he held me. This time, no matter how hard I struggled, he didn't let go.

Teachers and classmates couldn't help laughing when they saw it. I knew that if they argued with him here again, they would think I had something with him. I didn't struggle and walked into the elevator with him.

Meng Hanshu pinched my hand with pride between his eyebrows and eyes.

I turned to look at him. He raised his eyebrows at me like a child with candy.

My lips tightened and I turned my head.

The elevator opened with a jingle. We went out. There were a row of cars, cars and battery cars parked outside.

One of the white BMW is particularly prominent there, because there is a man standing beside the door of the car, white shirt and khaki casual pants. He has a slender body. The sun shines on him like a layer of warm velvet. Yushu faces the wind and is as warm as jade.

I stopped, looked at Jin Yan with my eyes and closed my lips.

Jin Yan's eyes fell on the hands clenched by Meng Hanshu and me, and his face was warm and cold.

Meng Hanshu put one hand in his pocket, and a sneer came up at the corners of his mouth, holding my hand tighter.

I turned to look at him. Meng Hanshu ignored my glare and led me straight forward.

Jin Yan came over and stood in front of me, "Qingqing, I have something to tell you."

"You wait."

I turned and pulled Meng Hanshu's hand away. Meng Hanshu's face was cold, but I was colder than him.

"Meng Hanshu, believe it or not, I won't let you into our house next time!" I squinted at him after pulling for a long time and still didn't open it.

Meng Hanshu's eyes sank for a few seconds and let me go.

I turned to look at Jin Yan, "what's up?"

Jin Yan looked at Meng Hanshu and said softly, "it's inconvenient here."

I nodded and looked at Meng Hanshu, "go back."

Meng Hanshu looked at me with a gloomy face. Dark clouds rolled in his eyes. I knew he was unhappy, but I had my own business and my own ideas. I wouldn't be influenced by anyone.

Turning around, Jin Yan opened the co driver's door, I sat in, he quickly sat in the driver's seat, and the car drove steadily forward.

I looked in the rearview mirror and Meng Hanshu stood there. It was rare that he didn't get angry. His face was unfathomable.

Some fragmentary pictures floated in my mind, which showed Meng Hanshu's fierce and irritable appearance, and I didn't know the heaven and earth at the beginning, but over time, we were all mature.

"What do you think?" Jin Yan turned to look at me, with a warm smile on his handsome outline.

I looked at him. Time was kind to Jin Yan. He didn't leave too many traces on his face, but his eyes like stars were mature.

"I'm thinking about the past." I turned and looked ahead. There were not many cars at this time. Cicadas kept barking on camphor trees in hot summer. Although it was noisy, it also had a strong summer smell.

There was a traffic light ahead. Jin Yan stepped on the brake. He looked at me and held my hand. "Qingqing, God is eccentric."

A warm touch came from the palm, with his unique thick safety.

I moved in my heart and withdrew my hand, "we can never guess the Lord's mind."

But twenty minutes later, the car stopped at a western restaurant. Jin Yan and I got off. I squinted at the bright English name of the restaurant and asked, "are you here to take me to dinner?"

Jin Yan smiled at the corners of his mouth, "yes."

My lips moved and coagulated him for two seconds, but he led me inside.

"We said as we ate."

"Yes."

In fact, I was a little curious about what Jin Yan wanted to say to me, so when I sat down and waited for the dishes, I asked, "come on, what's up?"

Jin Yan put his hands on his chin and his eyes were as warm as jade. "I know you like painting. Here is the invitation to the exhibition I got from a friend. I think you need it."

With that, Jin Yan took out a mustard invitation from his bag and gave it to me. Outside the cover were flowers of unknown varieties, which were well printed.