I'd love to live next door to you

Cheng An's fierce eyes seem to turn into thin blades.

In the past, everyone unconsciously took two steps back.

The girl stiffened in horror. She saw Cheng an go to the bathroom and came in.

He, how did he suddenly show up?

On the one hand, she was afraid, and on the other hand, she gave birth to a kind of thick unwillingness, biting her lips wrongly, and dared not look directly into Cheng An's eyes, and made a sound with a kind of crying voice,

"Cheng An, you are murdering me for her?"

Cheng An's eyebrows have been hung with a little impatience, and the sullen air under his eyes hasn't dissipated, so his clear voice seems to be particularly cold and thin,

"who are you?"

Three short words, the girl is really red eyes, crying and turned to go out.

Cheng An's sharp eyes saw some soft hair on her fingers.

The light on the bottom of his eyes became colder and colder

The girl stopped and thought that Cheng an remembered her. After all, they were in the same class in junior high school for two years. She gave him drinks and wrote love letters.

She turns her head to look at Cheng'an with surprise and uneasiness. She is a little happy in the bottom of her heart. Sure enough, Cheng'an can't really get along with her for Qin Shujian's garbage.

Cheng an reached out and pulled a tissue out of the paper drawer on the table.

He must have wanted to hand her tears

Before her thoughts were settled, she gave a scream of "ah" in pain.

Cheng an uses a paper towel to separate her fingers and pulls off a little bit of her hair.

She stares at the hair wrapped in a tissue in Cheng'an's hand. She forgets the pain for a while.

Cheng an smashed the tissue and hair directly on her face: "I said, the man I'm wearing, who dares to try."

"Not a single hair."

With that, he grabbed Qin Shujian's arm and left the classroom. He walked all the way to the bathroom before stopping.

He asked Qin Shujian to stand beside the wash basin, turned on the tap and washed his hands carefully for five minutes before entering the bathroom.

After coming out, I washed my hands again. Then I saw Qin Shujian standing there looking at him. He just had a stomach of fire, and suddenly he was clean.

He raised his hand and patted her on the head: "I'm not afraid to drag you bald with just a few hairs, but won't you shout?"

Had he not suddenly turned back, would she have been bullied again?

He had just left for a while. If she shouted, he could hear it. Even if he could not hear it, someone would tell him.

How can she be bullied by others? Are you stupid?

The Qin slips hung their heads without making a sound.

Yell?

Once she shouted, but no matter how she shouted, she would not, and no one helped her.

Cheng an looks at her stuffy and silent hair, and then looks at her dry, yellow and nutritious hair. Suddenly, he thinks of one thing,

"small and simple, I'll give you a gift tomorrow."