Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 14

"Anying, what's going on with you?" Shen Zhicheng hesitated for a while, before entering Meng Anying's room with a fruit plate, and asked.

"Yuan Bai and I are together." Meng Anying was sitting at the desk, and she caught a glimpse of Shen Zhicheng's surprised face from the corner of her eye, and Ge Di felt an indescribable joy.

In Shen Zhicheng's eyes, she is just a lonely adoptive sister, and she has no weight compared to Shen Zhige.

"Anying," Shen Zhicheng became serious, looked at Meng Anying and said, "Do you know that there is a marriage contract between Zhizhi and Yuanbai?"

Meng Anying remained silent and did not answer.

Her reaction was tantamount to acquiescence.

Shen Zhicheng rubbed the swollen eyebrows, his eyelids twitched, and said without hesitation: "You and Yuan Bai cannot be together."

Meng Anying raised her head, expressing her request clearly for the first time: "I don't."

When she came to Shen's house, Meng Anying always felt inferior because of being dependent on others. Even though Shen Zhicheng and Shen's mother were very considerate and guilty to her, she also felt that she was out of place with Shen's family.

No, it is exclusion from this circle.

Meng Anying thought of the scene when she saw Shen Zhige for the first time. The girl was wearing a snow-white ruffled gauze skirt and a diamond crown on her head. Her appearance was delicate, like a little princess from a fairy tale.

The little princess glanced at her casually, then ran upstairs with a thump.

At that time, she just stared at the same place, and instantly felt inferior for her ashes.

A child who is raised with love and wholeheartedly is born with a world of difference from her.

Shen Zhicheng and the others said nicely, that you are my sister as well as him, and that they treat her equally, and they finally stood by Shen Zhige's side without hesitation.

Shen Zhicheng felt a little headache.

The marriage between the rich and powerful families is not only a petty fight between Ji Yuanbai and Shen Zhige, but also a close cooperation between Shen Ji and his family.

The Ji family would not give up Shen Zhige, who is more important, and choose Meng Anying's.

Capitalists value profit, but Meng Anying's kindness is not heavy enough.

What's more, Shen Zhige obviously likes Ji Yuanbai. Although he didn't want his sister to have a boyfriend so early, he has always acquiesced to this matter.

But in the end it came to such a result.

Shen Zhicheng couldn't help feeling disgusted with the disobedient Meng Anying.

For this matter, Jige is happy to see the success, and has considered whether to add fuel and vinegar, and cut off the heroine's backing at once.

But after careful consideration, she was still afraid of failure and gave up directly.

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A hundred-story building has been built on the forum of Fujiwara High School. Rumors and facts are mixed and spread extremely widely.

Ji Yuanbai had already run away from home. In order to teach him a lesson and force him to submit, Ji's mother directly froze all his bank cards and ordered those cronies not to lend money to Ji Yuanbai.

Ji Yuanbai is still fighting.

As soon as the news came out, many people were discussing how beautiful Meng Anying was, which made Ji Yuanbai so fascinated.

After all, Shen Zhige is the school girl of Fujiwara High School, but it doesn't mean that Ji Yuanbai is special to her.

Everyone is a Yan dog whose three views follow the five senses. In the comment area, some people have started to say good things for Ji Yuanbai and Meng Anying.

After reading all the replies on the forum, Ji Ge's expression was not very good.

It was because of her negligence that most of the students were not so firm in their stance, and there were still some fools in it, who swear by Meng Anying and Ji Yuanbai.

Ji Ge felt that it was time for him to make a big move.

In mid-October, the weather cooled down quickly, and City A entered the rainy season.

At the gate of No. [-] Middle School in City A, students returning home from school held umbrellas, laughing and chatting about the latest interesting things in groups.

"Hey, isn't that Yan Ran?" Someone saw the slender figure walking in front of him, and his voice dropped unconsciously.

It was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair and black eyes, exquisite and beautiful eyebrows, and an unconcealable cold temperament, which made people dare not approach easily.

He didn't hold an umbrella, drenched in the rain expressionlessly, and mixed in the crowd.

(End of this chapter)