Late Marriage: Warm Wife, Let's Get Married

"An Jingxing!" In the campus of T University, a red figure came down from the golden Porsche sports car.

She was wearing seven inch high heels, her thin melon seed face was full of anger, and Dior's latest sunglasses on the bridge of her nose were lined with her wine red wavy long hair, which made an Jin Mu look like a star from a fashion magazine.

She angrily walked into the teaching building, found the slim figure who was pasting the blackboard newspaper on the edge of the corridor, shook her hand and slapped her: "an Jingxing, OK, dare to move on my paper, don't you want to live!"

The beaten woman wore washed white jeans and canvas shoes, which had changed color because she had not had time to wash for too long, but the owner of the shoes always stood upright, even at the moment of being beaten.

"I didn't do anything. I just did what I had to do."

An Jingxing's voice was not loud, just like her slender posture, as if it came from the empty valley. The breeze brushed her face and echoed for a long time.

"What to do?" An Jin almost crushed the platinum bag in her hand and threw the folder on her right hand in front of the girl's chest: "is this what you should do? I asked you to write a paper for me, not a review of cheating for your sister! "

"If you do something wrong, you should review it. This is my principle, and you asked me to write this paper. I'm just discussing the advantages and disadvantages of cheating for others. Why, my sister's mentor doesn't accept this argument?"

The left cheek that was slapped by an Jinmu was already a little red and swollen, but an Jingxing looked as if he didn't feel it at all. Even when he spoke, the corners of his mouth still had a ironic smile.

She may not be as noble as an Jinmu, but it doesn't mean that an Jinmu's oppression, she will swallow it.

The smiling an Jinmu's mouth was crooked, "an Jingxing, you are just a servant living in my house. How dare you..."

"Pa!" The loud slap sounded on an Jinmu's left face. Compared with the slap that an Jinmu had just slapped an Jingxing, this slap was louder and harder.

"Sister, at least I'll call you sister. Originally, you just slapped me. I didn't want to worry about it, but now that you said it, I'm just a servant living in your house... Well, I'm sorry. I always like tit for tat and slap for slap to strangers. Please don't mind, Miss Ann. "

An Jinmu didn't expect an Jingxing to beat her, so when the slap rang, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Until the burning pain appeared on her cheeks, she glared up her eyes and stared at the girl in front of her eyes.

"Anjing OK! You... Dare... "Hit me! An Jinmu was a princess held in the palm of her hand since she was a child. Her parents were so precious that they were not willing to let her carry her schoolbag.

An Jinmu, who was so charming, was slapped by an Jingxing today. The pain on her face was secondary. More importantly, her Princess's pride was insulted.

A great sense of humiliation surged up, and she couldn't care about herself. At the moment, she was standing in the corridor with the most people in the school, pointing to an Jingxing and shouting.

"Anjing Xing, you are just a poor girl. How dare you beat me! Do you think you could have a life if your psycho suicide mother's surname wasn't Ann? An Jingxing, you are ungrateful and cruel. How dare you beat me... How dare you... "