President spoils the dark wife

When the boy didn't know how many times he kicked the door open with a face of rose gold hair, he gave a meal at the pace of dye's lecture.

She put down her textbook and smiled calmly: "Jingzhen, do you remember what you promised before?"

The boy grabbed his slightly messy hair and yawned. Obviously he didn't wake up. He walked to his seat, threw his schoolbag on the table and walked to the door of the classroom.

Impatient in the cold voice: "if you're late again, go out and do a hundred push ups, I remember."

Yiran looks at the young man's back, nods, ignores him, and starts the class again.

Jingzhen was born with a good brain and good grades. Instead of wasting his time preaching to him, he might as well focus more on those students who are not so smart.

"Oh, hey! Who doesn't have eyes is looking for death!"

Before Jingzhen came out of the classroom, another person rushed in outside the classroom, with a arrogant tone.

"Eh, it's really you."

Jing Zhenbai glanced at Cui Liji. Without getting angry, she went out to do push ups.

"Cui Liji, are you late, too?"

Yiran has a headache.

"Hee hee, teacher, I've been delayed." Cui Liji smiled disapprovingly.

She was about to turn around and go back to her seat, but she found that the whole class looked at her with a look of watching the play, and she couldn't help wondering.

Yiran sighed, waved his hand and said, "just a late one, do a hundred push ups."

People laughed deeper.

"You count."

The whole class is messy.

"Teacher! Cui Liji has been short of hearing a lot. I'll count it."

Cui Liji was about to turn around and go out, but a young male voice suddenly rang from behind.

People look back one after another. Yi Ran thinks it's someone who is naughty and doesn't want to go to class. She looks up and finds that it's Mo Qing.

Before Yiran agrees, Mo Qing has left her seat. Cui Liji glances at Yiran, sees Yiran nodding, and goes back to her seat.

If someone wants to be a wrongdoer, let him go.

However, a Zhen had a little conflict with the boy named Mo Qing a few days ago. She always felt a little uneasy.

But I soon settled down again. What can happen to doing push ups?

And ah Zhen is very smart. He can't be bullied by a thin child.

Mo Qing went out and saw Jingzhen with his back against the wall and a lollipop in his mouth. The cool wind blew the soft tip of his hair, not to mention how leisurely it was.

The boy walked up to the boy and stood still.

Jingzhen is 15 years old, nearly 1.8 meters. Mo Qing is young and has just begun to develop. She is barely 1.74 meters tall. She suffers a lot in height.

So, after walking in, he had to raise his head reluctantly and said, "Jingzhen, the teacher just asked you to do push ups."

Jingzhen glanced down at Mo Qing, with one hand still in his trouser pocket and a lazy tone: "what's the hurry? Wait until I finish eating."

Mo Qing has always been an activist. Without saying a word, she stretched out her hand and pulled out the lollipop from the boy's mouth.

"Are you looking for a punch?"

Jingzhen frowned, stood up straight and looked at Mo Qing coldly.

"Do you still want to do it here?" Mo Qing was fearless.

"Hum, dead child!"

Jingzhen scolded, got down and began to do push ups.

He likes to keep fit. There are only a hundred push ups. It's not difficult.

"One, two, three..."

Mo Qing counted with an expressionless face, but her heart was a little sour.

It's easy for Jingzhen to do push ups. Why can't he even do ten?

"Thirty nine, forty, thirty-one..."

"Mo Qing, do you think I can't hear?"

Jingzhen, who is doing push ups, is very angry.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I counted wrong. Don't stop, don't stop. Go on, forty, forty-one..."

Jingzhen knew that Mo Qing was intentional, but he was still too lazy to argue with him. He just did more push ups. He couldn't do it!

So, bite your teeth and continue.

About half a minute later, Yiran is preparing to play an American drama, but suddenly his eyebrows and eyes jump. It seems that something bad is about to happen.

The next second, a fight came from the corridor.

Before Yiran did anything, Cui Liji, sitting below, rushed out like the wind.

There was a commotion among the students at the bottom. Those sitting by the window even leaned out.

Yiran frowned and comforted the people. He told them to study by themselves first, and then walked out quickly.

Outside the classroom, I saw Cui Liji separating the two boys fighting together.

"Cui Liji, you go back to the classroom first. Jing Zhen and Mo Qing, follow me to the office!"

Looking at the two people with color on their faces, Yiran finally gets angry. After being scolded, he gasps and leaves.

"What's the matter, Miss Mo?"

Wang Songchuan, who was in the next class, took a look when he heard the news. Yiran shook his head: "nothing, you continue the class."

Looking at the two teenagers with still red eyes, Yiran threw the textbook heavily on the table, sat down and said, "tell me, what's going on."

"Jingzhen's first hand!"

Mo Qing is quick to talk and complains quickly.

"Jingzhen, your moving hand?" Yi Ran frowned at the young man, "reason."

"He deliberately counted me wrong. He counted fifty, forty and a hundred from the beginning. He deceived people too much!"

Yiran was stunned when she heard the speech. For a moment, she didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Jingzhen, a talented young man, can't be rational like this?

Will Mo Qing be so childish?

"You fight over such a small matter? Do I look very easy to cheat? Jingzhen, you are the kind of person who can be obedient? He counts wrong. Can't you count by yourself? Don't you just go into the classroom after you finish? Mo Qing, you have nothing to do?"

With his long and slender fingers, he knocked on the table one after another, and his face was impatient.

"Don't believe it."

Jingzhen turned his head.

"Mo Qing, go back to the classroom first."

Mo Qing didn't speak. Seeing Mo Yiran let people go, she turned her head and left.

Yiran put her leg on the other leg, looked at Jingzhen's hair and said, "Jingzhen, I've endured you for a long time. I haven't said anything about you. I just want to see if you will repent. Now it seems that you not only don't repent, but also go too far."

"So you want to call parents?"

Jingzhen looks like I knew it.

"HMM." Yiran nodded, and a relieved smile floated on her lips: "although it's common, there are some things I can't manage."

Jingzhen was quite indifferent. He shrugged lazily and said, "they won't come. Give up."

"Reason."

"My parents' milk has traveled around the world. Now it's estimated that it's in the Pacific, or maybe in northern Europe. You can take a chance and maybe meet it."

"The whole family has traveled around the world?" Yiran raised her eyebrows.

"There is another brother, but he doesn't want to see me and won't come."

"Whether he wants to see you or not is one thing, and whether he will come or not is another." Yiran took out his cell phone and handed it to Jingzhen. "Call."

Jingzhen took the phone and skillfully pressed out a series of numbers.

However, the boy's original careless face was suddenly cold when he lost his mobile phone number and jumped out of the word "Jing bastard".

He raised his head, looked at the woman who was eating melon seeds leisurely, and suddenly a nameless fire rose in his heart

He said how he felt this woman looked so familiar! Finally remembered, Mo ran, Mo ran... Mo Yiran!

Isn't that the woman I met in the commercial building that night?

That day, Jing mowen said that he suddenly had something to leave, and then came out a video of him hanging Han Dao. The woman in his arms was Han Dao's fiancee, Mo Yiran.

Why hasn't he remembered for such a long time?

Then, a meaningful smile floated on his lips.

The well proportioned fingers gently pressed the word "Jing bastard". After a while, the other end of the phone answered, but Jing Zhen didn't speak.

"Little wildcat, why did you remember to call me? You're ready to pay 10 million back?"

Wildcat?

Jingzhen frowned, his mood was complex, angry, sour and cold. Finally, he held back his smile and cleared his throat: "brother, our head teacher asked you to come to school."

Jing mowen: "