Quick Transmigration: The Second Female Lead is Poisonous

Under the siege of the three people, An Tong finally compromised. At sunset, Mu Tianze and Fang Yaya left, the scenery quietly tidyed up the things on the table, did not speak, did not look at An Tong, and wanted to change In normal times, even when there are people, she can stare at others unscrupulously, not to mention that there are only two of them now?

An Tong grabbed her wrist, "Guangdong, don't be angry."

"Mr. Ann misunderstood, I am not angry, why should I be angry with you?" She smiled generously and charmingly, and she really couldn't see how angry she was.

But he knew that she was indeed angry, and he let out a soft sigh, and he conceded, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have that kind of thought."

"What do you think, why don't I know?"

"Scenery..."

"If you are fine, don't keep holding my hand. I have to pack up my things and go home." She shook his hand and didn't.

An Tong lowered her eyes, "I shouldn't think about letting you know more people and like boys who are more suitable for you."

"Huh!" Feng Jing knocked the bowl in his hand heavily on the table, "I said I like you a long time ago. I think of every reason to come to you every day and try my best to make you not feel lonely. Just when I’m playing? You don’t know... Don’t you know if I like you?"

At the end, her voice became crying.

An Tong's heart tightened, and the hand holding her wrist said that she could not let go of anything. He was afraid that once she let go, she would run away without looking back, "I know, I know you like me, but I Not sure, maybe... maybe you just have a temporary obsession with me..."

He knows how seductive and deceptive his appearance is. As long as he wants to, he can use his body to make anyone feel good about him because of pity. This has become his protective color. When he first met the scenery He also kept this look, and the goodwill of the scenery came as expected, but it was the first time he received her bold confession.

Looking back now, what she said to herself in the shade of the tree that day, his heartbeat would suddenly change.

"You know that I like you, but you still think that I am only obsessed with you for a while, and you have to push me to other so-called suitable boys, An Tong, I ask you, if I just have a crush on one person, I have to Do you do so many things for you? Even... even I think, even if I do these things you don’t like me, it’s okay, as long as you can do it well, but..." Scenery bit her lower lip, "but you look down on me too much Up!"

She struggled to get rid of his hand and ran away without taking her things.

An Tong seemed to see the clear and transparent tears dripping from the corner of her eyes, and he raised his forehead irritably, wondering whether it was regret or anxious in his heart.

He should have understood that she shouldn’t be seen as a sixteen or seventeen-year-old yellow-haired girl. Her feelings are far more serious than he thought. An Tong didn’t understand how she could be so reckless. Isn't he always the most calm?

He really didn't understand that a person no matter how smart and sensible is, once he encounters feelings, he will be useless.

It is true that the scenery is distressed by An Tong, so it is true that she is uncomfortable. When she comes back, she shut herself in the room. She lay on the bed and didn’t even have an appetite for dinner. You said that she worked so hard to get a good impression. Just belittle all her efforts!

Xia Chao outside knocked on the door, and said in a weird manner: "Our good neighbor sent something, won't you come out and have a look?"

The corpse on the bed moved. After all, he couldn't help being curious, got out of bed and opened the door, "What did he bring?"

"You shouldn't even say when I tell you to eat. When you hear that kid's name, even the door opens." Xia Chao's face was black like the bottom of a pot, and he threw a bunch of white roses wrapped in paper to her. In his arms, "He sent it here, take it."

It turned out that the flower that was still in bud during the day bloomed at night. The scenery held the flower and couldn't help bending the corner of his mouth, but still snorted coldly, "Forget it he still has a conscience."

No matter how you heard these words, it seemed to be scornful.